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[shopwitchvamp]

✧*+:｡.｡ how it started ✧｡✧｡✧ how it ended ｡.｡:+*✧

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[applestede]

do you believe?

[melontoyo]

start - finish  Onmyoji fanart edition 

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[woelfin-sheeps-clothing]

My contest submission for the They Draw gallery "Southwest Vibes". The concept was based on the Lenormand card "home".

[aworldofpattern]

'How was it made? An Agate Teapot' by the Victoria & Albert Museum (2013)

Ceramicist Michelle Erickson recreates, from scratch, an 18th century agateware teapot in the collection of the V&A Museum.

Lead-glazed 'agate' earthenware teapot, 'pectin shell' form. Made in Staffordshire, England, c. 1750-1765. In the collection of the V&A Museum.

[erikailustra]

-- Start to Finish --

There was a lot between these 4 stages, and even knowing that was I who did this, in some moments I get myself surprised by how that sketch became the final piece.

[badgal-noriri]

getting emotional bc this has been such an awful year but I can look back and see all the growth and resilience and I am so proud of myself for not giving up.

[itspileofgoodthings]

one day of bad teaching can't wipe out all the good, right?

[bughead-in-the-comics]

From Start to Finish, Archie #131 (1962).

[cerulianvermillion]

Finally having post-TOTNT 1938 thoughts and. I've grown so fond of Jaeyoo and Yeohee??? I am so glad the showrunners added them into the story. Yeo-hee was awesome she really was a star in every scene she's in and Jae-yoo was just the cutest I love him and his puppydog eyes. And his brotherhood with mi yeon and shin joo!Shinjoo and Sunwoo Eunho made me emotional like the underlying plot was absolutely heartwrenching. Of course, Moo yeong and Hong joo were super cool and I hope we'll get to see them again. AND the main characters Rang and Yeon!!! Every single scene with them kept my eyes glued to the screen like their brotherhood was everythinggg. The villains were also really good. This season was great I love you Tale of the Nine-tailed 1938

[moricodex]

(Please read tags) M.Bison X nongender specified reader.

You were frustrated, mildly infuriated to be more precise; the timer was ticking. Noise; Voices & the sound of sliding plates robbed your senses of their focus, and the disorganized chorus of voices wasn’t helping either. Tired eyes locked with focused eyes. Biting your lip you decide to grin and bare it. “Yo, this place is pretty purple.” Death taps on the mental door that is your smooth brain. Yes, the place was lavender in colour, a variety of deep & light hues, however, it was fucking obvious. You craved death as one would crave coffee, despite coffee being an energy booster.

“Do you like the colour purple?” What? Shit, you blanked out so hard from internalized cringe. “Yea, purple is a dope colour, although, I prefer red, to be honest.” What the actual fuck, you were so smooth, normally you’d freeze and fuel a prolonged period of silence before spewing out questions in rapid succession. The large, beautifully chiselled, masterpiece that stood before you wasn’t focused on your social quirks; well maybe, however, he wasn’t making it obvious, so for all you knew he wasn’t. His gaze, what a handsome man. You found Bison hard to read, however, you also enjoyed the many poker faces he put on. Thoughts of desire pulled your sight into your mind, images of touching his face while grinding against the man's growing concealed excitement, it made your own privates flush.

He grinned. You cock your head to the side. He approached. You take a step back, blushing mildly. You haven’t really seen your boss smile before; minus the exception of putting someone in their place or the joy from winning. A large hand extends forth with an open palm, perhaps the correct reaction to such a gesture was to grab said arm? Without hesitation followed by the need to not offend boss man, you decide to grab his hand with both of your own. You say absolutely nothing besides a simple nod & smile.

You are both escorted to a table once a very overworked waitress finally has time to tend to the two of you. A comfy booth with black leather cousins & matching table with Purple iris napkins is temporality given to you. You both are now seated & decide to look through the menu.

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Food was ordered a while ago; Mac & cheese, a lasagna, two glasses of water, a bottle of wine. You never told him you were a lightweight. Smug energy filled your core as you leaned low on the table; hands cupped neatly together as you rested your chin atop your knuckles. You only had half the bottle, leaving the rest for Mr Bison, you weren’t some greedy & ungrateful runt after all. You knew all too well how he felt about those types. A sudden pain in your chest reminded you that you had a weak heart from stress. Shit. Perhaps you read the atmosphere wrong? Man, you started to ponder if the vibes you read before drinking were more fueled by hormones or obsessive daydreaming, probably both.

“Slow staff huh?” Your body rings in delight at the tone of his voice, you hadn’t upset him. You wiggle slightly before sitting down, crossing nervous legs before swiftly placing your hands on your lap.

“Yea, haha.”You stammer out, blinking rapidly. He’s rarely blinked through most of the date, was this a date though?

“Got any little ideas of how to pass time in that head of yours.” He stated softly yet firmly with that goddamn flat poker face of his. Sharp pain surges through your chest as your heart strains against the pressure shooting through it; its warmth & speed overwhelms your body & mind as M. Bison leans in close over the table, his massive body loaming over yours.

“I-I-I-” You stutter; eye’s wide as your body begins to freeze up.

“Cute.” The boss stated with a smile that beamed with overwhelming confidence. “Now come! Crawl under the table for me.” Confusion rang loudly within your drunken mind along with a sense of concern & caution. Your heart continued to throb harshly yet your body started to sink low into the seat, faster than you could process, your whole body felt so heavy. The sight you were met with would have made your heart stop if it were any other regular dude, however, Bison was far from such boring normality. A hard cock tucked away under tight fabric graced your sight; followed by the strange sensation of calm & blankness that caressed your mind despite the pain that raged in your chest. Did it feel like a cigarette, wtf? A sensation of a whole-body orgasm ravages your body & mind, starting and ending within your mind, swirling downwards to your toes, only to dance upwards to the sockets of your eyes & linger. Exhaustion & bliss held you so closely, did thoughts become harder? You tried hard to fight the intoxication you were facing beyond the booze you consumed, which seemed to cause a ripple effect of pain in the center of your brain. Something else was pushing against your consciousness, weighing it down, holding it down. Thought was no longer a right but a privilege.

Pleasure swirled within your head again and slowly made its way up & down your body. Staring, that was all you could do now. At his hard cock, as it twitched, fighting against the fabric that kept him modest.”This restaurant is notorious for taking its sweet time,” Perfect person’s voice was nice, his cock was equally as nice. Lick? You wanted to lick so badly. Arousal burned at your private region, a deep need screaming at you to move & act; to lick and indulge but you couldn’t, you were stuck like a doll. All you could do was blink, movement of your eyes was met with the strain of pulled muscle.

“You like this, don’t you?” His right hand reached downwards, under the table; grasping his balls. He pulled them up & let go, bringing his hand back up to the table, away from your view. Your eyes soaked up the bounce, the motion. If arousal was knocking before, it was banging & screaming now. “ An eager meat puppet aren’t you? Now, kneel!” You couldn’t hear any background noise anymore, not even the other customers, just his voice.

“Hey! Let me try shit!” You drop over face first, hard. You are on your hands & knees, your face pressed against the carpet floor, the friction jolting you from your trance just for a moment. You use this chance to sit up & attempt to gain agency with your actions. Successfully sitting up, you take a slow deep breath and exhale. Pain strikes the center of your brain, a roaring splitting headache reminding you that someone else is knocking behind the curtains.

“Cease struggling, I know you enjoy what you have the privilege to see.” Contempt rang in his tone, inside of your mind, an overpowering emotion that made you want to hurl up your guts & run. You couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You repeated the words like a broken record that feared being thrown in the trash & forgotten. His cock twitched once again, and pleasure ravaged your body once more as your limbs moved on their own. You watched while in a high state of arousal as your body coiled around one of his legs, dry humping & grinding against the edge of his left boot. Whining while rubbing your genitals against the tip of his boot. Precious pressure & friction.

“Good meat-puppet” Endearment?! Perfect person was pleased with you!!~ Despite your slow weak heart, you felt a surge of energy flow within you that made it soldier though. Deep Joy flower through your skin in the form of warmth. “I know you thought of this earlier, what a little horny spaz~” You whine and grind harder while your arms and hands explore his muscular leg, rubbing his thigh & calve as your body gets itself off. You still weren’t allowed to lick & touch his masterpiece but he made sure you damn well stared.

“This is simply an appetizer for what is to come pet, now behave.”

You instantly pull yourself back & up onto the seat, sweat dripping down your skin, soaking your clothes. Your body feels so weak yet good but also denied at the same time. You had been so close to orgasm, why did you fucking do that? Was he talking to you? Do you hear voices now??? Why were people staring at you like a deranged freak? Why weren't they looking at him? Did he do that? Your mac & cheese is slowly slid towards you by a very concerned & tired waitress. You didn’t say anything, you thought nothing & simply stared at Bison. This time however it was by choice. Horror & arousal fought & pulled at each other like a twisted dance.

“Plez” “Plez Later” Is all you could mutter out, confusing the hell out of the waitress but amusing Bison, a slight smile, not a toothy grin, but a smirk.

[dan-levy-is-my-life-coach]

“Finish the screenplay […] because the experience of writing something from start to finish is so invaluable, you have no idea. And even if you finish that movie and you hate it, you’ve had the experience of writing that first screenplay,” Levy said.

https://charlatan.ca/2021/10/dan-levy-generates-student-positivity-in-flagship-pride-week-event/

Photo: Trevor Ballin

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Have to celebrate finishing a major re-write of one of my screenplays tonight!

[emstantondesign]

It takes a lot of work to make a project

First, I created five boots:

(Yes, it is possible that I'm nuts.)

Next, came the scene:

And finally, the products:

You can find these and much more at my Redbubble shop.

[axonomi]

How do you generally do your art from concept to finish? I'm particularly interested in how you get that high quality poster shine.

From concept to finish... I'd say I look for inspiration/ideas from photography and other artwork and anime, and try to apply similar lighting and moods to the illustration. I will use reference at some point for every drawing, however I try to keep things sort of "blurry" in the beginning, imagine an image coming into focus, that's how I like to think of it.

As for that "high quality poster shine?" I think I know what you mean. And I think it comes down to lighting and subtle details. After doing very clean lineart and celshading, it looks very flat and sterile, might even look bad, so I have to "light" it and create an atmospheric feeling to it if that makes sense! It's something I've noticed I've gradually and naturally developed in my art, so it does come from practice I suppose.

I hope that answers your question! I'm always open to answering messages!

[hiatari-no-yoi]

Time flies does it…?

Also happy early New Years 2023

[winding-maze]

Progress shots of "Valor" - you can read more about the process and see some-close ups in my March 2020 journal: https://ko-fi.com/post/Monthly-Wrap-Up-March-2020-Y8Y71KGZX