The "How I stopped worrying and learned to love the red flags" Color Wheel
Starting from red clockwise: Damon (Broken Colors, in dev), Tei (Namless), Toma (Amnesia), Sebastian (Particles of Reality, in dev), Esmius (Demonheart The Ice Demon), Toma (Starstruck Love, R.I.P), Kuroyuki (Nightshade), Ren (14 Days With You, in dev)
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Bawktober day 14: Cuddle Puddle
I'm a few days behind, but i fully plan on catching up with you guys! I enjoy doing these little Mixed Media pieces. They're less pressure (to me) than painting a full scene every time 😅
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100 days of code - days 13-14
October 27th, 2023
Well, usually making my daily post is the last thing I do in a day, but yesterday I was so tired that I just went to bed 😴. So today is two days in one post.
Day 13 🪨📜✂️
Yesterday I practice JavaScript by making a classic rock, paper, scissors game. It's very simple, just take a user's input and plays against a randomly generated choice by the computer. For now, it's only a terminal game, but I'll use this logic to implement a game with graphic interface in the browser.
Day 14 🛒
Today I read about DOM manipulation and events.
DOM (document object model) is a JavaScript object that allow us to modify the HTML of a web page. With this feature, we can create dynamic websites that the content can vary.
Events in JS and HTML let us handle some event, like mouse clicks, when the mouse is over something, key press, and others.
I did a little "app" to use this features that you can add and remove items from a shopping list.
Clicking the button is the event that calls a function that insert the text into HTML.
That's it ✂️✂️, I'm enjoying doing this web dev stuff 🤓
Also, two weeks!! 😯😊
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Day 14/30
30.05.2022 // Got in to uni early today to study. The barista put ice cream in my overpriced coffee :( Daily prompt: the two realisations that changed me as a person are probably not so profound but they changed me nonetheless. The first: I just realised that I don’t have to take everything so seriously. The second: there is beauty in every moment I experience, from my lowest lows to be highest highs, even if I don’t see it at the time, it’s there.
🎧: Daydreaming - Harry Styles 🌊
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Kirbtober 2023 Day 14: 3DS
(ID: Kirby series fanart of Taranza, Kirby, and Susie all sitting side-by-side and playing their 3DSs. Taranza’s is teal, Susie’s is pale pink, and Kirby’s is purple. END ID.)
Kirbtober 2023 prompts by @/paintpanic (link to list here)
Started 09/16/23, finished 09/17/23, updated 10/08/23. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 10/14/23.
I bet they’re playing Battle Royale.
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“Can I ask you something hard?” Alex asks, lips brushing against the bare skin of Michael's shoulder in the dark.
Michael is still awake. Alex can feel it in the way Michael's body hasn't quite relaxed in his hold. It's a good time for hard conversations, they've learned, when they're close and connected, a little more unguarded than in the light of day.
“Yeah, ‘s long as I can change my mind if it's not somethin’ I wanna talk about.”
“Always,” Alex confirms.
That's the only ground rule they set for this, borrowed from sex, but useful here, too, that they both have to be okay with having the conversation. That there's no judgment if one of them changes their mind. It's happened a few times, where he or Michael has had to step away from a discussion.
Alex half expects his next question to be shut down from the start, but he asks it anyway. “Do you ever regret staying in Roswell after high school?”
He feels Michael tense, and Alex skims his palm across Michael’s belly, up his chest, and back down. Alex waits patiently, long enough he thinks Michael’s not going to answer. He’s just about to withdraw the question when Michael takes a deep breath and lets it out in a shaky exhale.
“There isn't a really great way to answer that,” Michael says, voice tinged with an old sadness. Alex squeezes him reassuringly but stays quiet. “I…everything was so fucked up then. I couldn’t get out, not after Rosa. Iz needed me, and Max sure as shit couldn't handle everything on his own.”
Alex hums in acknowledgement. It would be too easy to play Monday morning quarterback, but Michael doesn't deserve that. Besides, Alex doesn't know what he would have done at seventeen if he were in Michael's position, with the limited understanding he'd had at the time.
“After that summer, leaving wasn't an option anymore, even if I'd wanted to. I fucked up badly enough that UNM pulled my scholarships.”
Michael sighs and makes an aborted move to roll onto his stomach and bury his face in the pillow. Alex loosens his hold, but Michael shakes his head and presses back, renewing the close contact.
“I fucked up a lot of people's lives that summer. I hurt Liz and Arturo, Rosa. Isobel. I hurt you. There are a lot of things I regret, Alex, but staying was never one of them. I could never regret always being where you could find me.”
Alex tightens his grip on Michael as he falls silent, presses a kiss to the back of his shoulder. He waits until he's sure his voice will be steady to say, “When I first got back to town and told you I thought you'd be long gone, that was my biggest fear. It was so selfish of me. I wasn't in a good place, couldn't tell you how happy I was to see you. And god, I was sad that you'd been stuck here the whole time. I didn't understand then that this was where you'd needed to be.”
Alex buries his face in the curls at the nape of his husband's neck. He inhales the scent that's uniquely Michael, the first rainfall after a dry spell, a hint of motor oil that he can never fully wash away, a little bit of smoky bourbon.
Michael turns in his arms, brushes his nose against Alex's. “This is always where I've needed to be.”
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