#but i am struggling with the size and color scheme

[touchmypixels]

this kitchen is going to be the death of me

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 #the sims #gameplay #interiors #ive been trying to build them a new house for like the last 2 weeks no joke lmao #then i was like ok im copying my sister's real life houses floorplan cause i love it and its adorable #but i am struggling with the size and color scheme #so thats fun #ALSO HELLO #wtf did tumblr do to photoset coding that my last 2 posts are fucked up on my theme ughghghghgh

[celestial-sphere-press]

Fanbinding: The Desert Storm (volume 1/??)

Finally settled down enough after the move to start binding again. So here's a post of the first volume of my ongoing massive project to bind The Desert Storm! (and the following series).

The Desert Storm is a 1.1 million word epic by @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning that follows an Obi-Wan Kenobi who has accidentally slipped back in time from post Order 66 to before he's even been chosen as a padawan. It is a masterpiece of integrated EU worldbuilding, plot, and foreshadowing that is emotionally grounded in a way that makes you care *so much* about the characters. The Desert Storm is why I am in Star Wars fandom right now. From the author's summary:

Four years after Order 66 and the fall of the Jedi Order, a grieving, struggling Ben Kenobi finds himself inexplicably taken back in time, crashing headlong into the foundations of fate. Grasping hope and vengeance with both hands, Ben rebuilds his identity and seeks to change the course of history: by saving Anakin Skywalker, the Jedi Order, the galaxy - and just maybe saving Obi-Wan Kenobi along the way.

Featuring a heavy dose of Mandalorian involvement, overall world-building, cultural exploration, and every star wars trope I have ever wanted to write.

@blue-sunshine-mauve-morning has been making one of the most incredible and coherent writing efforts I've ever seen - over 1.5 million words in 3 years and still ongoing.

I'm not the first crazy person to start working on this series; @memcrafting is the one who started off within our fanbinding circle and did some fantastic work setting the tone with photo image choices I have continued.

The Desert Storm drove me to start hunting down an aurebesh font that has the correct combination sound characters for "th" and the like. I'm using oatmeal duo bookcloth here, which is a choice I regret a little bc of the difficulty in titling. The paper is a marbled lokta that I've applied a wax coating to. My overall goal with the color scheme is to mimic Ben's color palette in this first series - the deep oranges, the tan of his robes, the brown of his armor, the ultraviolet of his new saber (probably not seen here but the thread is a purple).

This will be a long, ongoing project for me, but it is very worth it! First copy has reached the author already, but I've been running into some materials sourcing problems in the new location that I didn't expect. I've also had second thoughts about the size of a few of these volumes and may need to reorganize... Hopefully I can overcome those and charge ahead!

K'oyacyi!

#fanbinding #celestial sphere press #ficbinding #the desert storm #star wars #obi-wan kenobi #probably not going to post every volume bc they are all quite similar lol

[siremasterlawrence]

Clark Kent exits his desk at the City Of The Great Metropolitan named Metropolis home of The Daily Planet Newspaper.

Clark enters the bathroom locking the door he flew over to the window sloppily it open for him to escape.

He floats mid air spinning he removes all of his clothes then hid them in a panel in the wall.

He flew in to the air the air swirling it is all blazing consuming him he shoots in to the sky.

Reaching hyper speed he hits the skyline he spread through space standing still arms are crossed.

A man who is not imposing in size, strength or power appears in a portal so powerful he erupts in a light.

The light transforms completely in an all too consuming black hole of nothingness spins growing ever stretching till it covers him.

Clark can’t help himself being blocked in by it he is trapped in an endless cycle of total darkness.

The shadowy figure follows from behind him shoving forward it grabs his cape yanking his back to him.

The man stretches pinning him down with his neck he held hard the power output is so familiar.

He is getting weaker and weaker by the last second then green energy emitting in on an insane level.

Nothing can compete with that I can hear him in a faint whisper say green kryptonite aaaaahhhhh.

I laugh nonchalantly my voice is echoing in a bomb largely bouncing off all four walls of space.

My voice hits head on shaking him to his core he falls to his knees holding his head tight.

The excruciating pain of weakness has fully taken him down to a new level he is a mere poor pathetic human.

Using my cue I fail to struggle calling him in to the shadow void we flew in to upper level of space.

Holding him in a middle space I snap both of mu fingers creating a glow aura of power in him.

Magical metal pieces gather surrounding on him the create heavy metal bonds and the chains him down on all four limps:

“Who….who are you?”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Answer me”

“Superman…your days are numbered”

“You will fall prey to me”

“No…no…I…want”

“As if you have a choice in the matter “

“I will always have a choice “

“You think so huh?”

“Fine! Enter my space “

“WHAT?…..NOOOOOOO “

“HAHAHA “

“What is this place?”

“Your end”

“Welcome to doom!”

“Release me…relinquish me”

“Fuck no”

“This is perfect “

The reign of terror is only beginning four wall endlessly winding room is blanketed with film of Clark’s life.

He is left in shock with his existence playing before him his life flashing consistently on and off.

Clark’s pupils begin to blink with visions of all the events showcasing to him slowly he will be reprogramming himself.

Clark struggles to see himself a hero for an odd reason it feels so wrong to see him that ugly costume.

Red white and blue a horrendous scheme of color floats in his mind and in front of his eyes he can’t escape.

Appears from a wall behind him I embrace his back he freaks at my touch but he will no longer fight me.

“Stop that! Nnnnnnmmmmmm”

“Get off me!”

“Fuck that “

“I am your Master”

“No…no…no….nnnnoooo”

“You like it bud, my tough, my hands and my lips “

“Deny all you want”

“You fell prey to my aura”

“You sense my power “

“I am the man of your life”

“He is the man of a lifetime “

“He is your everything and your all”

“Yyyyyyeeeeeeeessssss”

“Who am I?”

“My…my”

“You’re what?”

“Master Lawrence “

“Good boi “

“Mmmmmm….thank you Master”

“How may I serve you?”

“Enslave your friends”

“Best laid plans Master”

“Your free”

“God”

“Sir Yes Master Lawrence Sir”

The end

#tyler hoechlin #superhero #Superman #mind control #submission

[martiniwhims]

why is building so exhausting. it's not fun for me to do anything other than look at other people's builds and look at pictures of real interior design. by the end of a build, i'm tired like i've done something that isn't fun. it's like i start off with a deficit of spoons and i put myself into a spoon debt by the end of it. making choices is so difficult and exhausting and it reminds me how un-normal i am. i don't hear other people complain about how exhausting it is to do the things they like to do. i have to plan all of my builds in advance because building spontaneously drains me more than meticulously planning the floor plan, style, size, color scheme, design style, purpose, etc. if i don't plan it, i'll only get 2.5% of it done, which is less than what it would be if i compiled a design plan and a checklist of individual items that have to go into the build (a checklist i have to use because i tend to forget what needs to go into certain rooms. i Fucking forgot that people put clocks in bathrooms.) and even when i know what needs to be put where, making the decision to do so is so overwhelming. why does fun have to feel like work?

i'm a type a personality stuck in a type b body. I've had the kind of adhd that doesn't make me anything but lazy and terrified of doing anything, but all i want is success. i struggle to remain organize where it counts, but i'm organized to the point of burnout when it comes to my hobbies, so i can't win either way. when i say that i spend most of my time organizing my game, i'm not joking, it's like it's all i can do. i don't feel comfortable until i've deleted GBs of stuff from my computer that i don't need. i wish i knew what was wrong with me.

#martiniwhims #hah sorry #that was...really heavy #some debbie downer just broke into my bedroom and typed all of that sad shit hahaha #i don't even know where all of that came from 😳

[leorawright]

I'm back at it again for the matchups :]]]

Romantic and platonic || Cuphead || matchup

Looks: short(5'2" help me)+mid-size, hazel eyes, curly red mullet.

ESFP-T personality type. I'm transmasc, gay, and aro/ace spec. I am one HELL of a fantasy nerd, Dungeons and Dragons being my biggest creative outlet for drawing, writing, acting, etc. (I also have ADHD, so my memory is horrible, and I struggle to navigate social situations, despite loving talking to people lol)

I am a rambler(usually about dnd or music I'm singing in chorus), one of my biggest love languages is quality time(giving and receiving), and I love bouncing ideas off of my friends to help fill in plot holes, or just to share in general. I also get a LOT of serotonin from seeing others happy, especially when they're talking about something THEY love. It's a very nice feeling. I'm also pretty big on gift giving and acts of service(giving) and physical touch(receiving(not entirely used to it though)).

I wear a lot of brown and green(mostly brown), and tend to play more chill and relaxing video games; my reaction time is horrible so anything with combat just stresses me out! I'm also a hUUUGe fan of naps, and watching comfort movies/series while drawing or relaxing.

TL;DR- transmasc, gay, fantasy and music nerd with ADHD who likes rambling, being rambled to, Owlbears, being silly and making stupid jokes, and is pretty good at analysing people(including myself).

Hope that's not too long lol, thank you and have a wonderful day/night!

Cuphead and romantic and platonic!?

For romantic...

King Dice!

I headcannon that he's a fantasy nerd deep down

So when you ask him to look over a new dnd plot he nearly combusts from happiness

His love language is also acts of service but he'll gladly throw some cuddles into his daily routine

Your color scheme and his purple jacket actually clash quite well

When he's with you he tends to relax a lot more so that includes being a lot looser and sillier

Comfort movies are a must for him he needs to feel that happy with you settled right next to him it's heaven on Earth

For platonic I'd say...

Grim Matchstick

Of course he doesn't mind if you ramble to him about Dnd!

He loves listening to all the plot ideas you come up with and will carefully offer constructive criticism

He's not used to having a friend so it's easy to make him happy which in turn makes you happy!

Any rant you want to go on, any movie you want to watch, any new plot idea you want to share, your best friend Grim will happily listen

#cuphead x reader #king dice x reader #grim matchstick x reader #platonic #matchups

[justasillyoldfox]

Hi! I loved reading your Moria x GN!Reader fanfic! :D Can I have a scenario where Moria gets presents from his significant other (GN!Reader), and he finds out that they designed/made fantastic goth outfits/accessories for him?

♡I love this idea! He needs more love ^^

♡Gecko Moria x GN!Reader

WARNING: Fluff

♡You sighed, you had just finished sewing the last piece together. You knew Gecko would like it since it was his style. Now to wrap it. You sighed again, this was going to be long so you decided to take a break. That means food.

♡You got up, quickly and neatly folded the clothes as small as you could before leaving the room. You ran to where the kitchen would be and saw Perona, she didn't seem to see you as she was talking to some random zombie, calling him 'not cute' and whatnot. You make a few sandwiches with the food you have stored in a compartment sperate from the others.

♡You put them in a container and bring them up to where you usually sit with your lover and make up plans. You found him looking outside on the balcony. You walked up next to him and start eating, "Finally decided to join me after leaving me to think of plans by myself!" he said rather loud, you chuckled, "I am sorry dear, we can make plans after I'm done, after all I have finished just have to do something with it," you stated and continued eating.

♡He huffed, "I hope so, your spending more on your project than with me," he grumbled which made you chuckle. You throw the container of the balcony and walk back to your 'creative room' as you called it. You put the clothing into a box which it neatly fit in, you grabbed a pair of purple bat earrings which you made months prior to match this fit. You wrapped it in black wrapping paper that had purple bats on it and placed a golden bow on it, cute right?

♡Since the clothes were big so was the box, you really hoped these fit since you only checked Moira's size in his sleep and that was difficult. You struggled to carry the box to the balcony but you made it, with some stops here and there. "Gecko, the project is done, come look at it!" You yelled which he looked over at you, "what is that? A present?" he questioned while looking at you struggle to keep the box in hand, he took it from you.

♡"Open it and tell me what you think," you said with a smile on your face. He gently took the wrapping paper off and opened the box, "Clothes? Where did you get these from," he questioned, "I made them and I need to know if they fit you, now go shoo! Shoo!" You said making hand moments to get him to go, he snorted and left. You waited what felt like an eternity before he came back with the clothes and earrings on, you had stars in you eyes and your jaw dropped, "Goddamn your hot!" You blurted out which made his face burst into a dark shade of purple, "Kishishishi! They do fit well and I like the color scheme, the earring go well with it to so I think I do too," he smiled.

♡You jumped on him and kissed his face, "honey, your drop dead gorgeous," you smiled which made him laugh, "Kishishishi!" You loved his laugh. You got off him, "Would you like to talk about some plans," he nodded, "Of course!" he said. You dramatically bowed and put a hand out, "after you dearly beloved," you said and looked up at him with a smile, "Kishishishi!" he laughed and walked back to he balcony as you followed behind. You both talked about plans on raiding upcoming villages, fighting strategies and such for the rest of the night.

#One piece #One piece gecko moria #One piece moria x gn!reader #One piece x gn!reader #Moria x gn!reader #Gecko moria x gn!reader #X gn!reader #Requested

[wonder-and-wild]

Hey everyone! I decided I wanted to start updating here without the pressure of having to deliver content all the time. This will also be crossposted to my Ko-Fi to reach different audiences.

This was previously posted on my Patreon in June 2022.

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Hey everyone! I wanted to share a technique I use for creating color palettes. While it's easy to just pull color palettes from places like Pinterest, Adobe Color, and Coolors, it can be fun to create your own from images. 

One way of doing this is just using the color picker/eye dropper tool in Photoshop/Procreate/Fresco, which works, but ultimately it can be hard to narrow it down if you can't figure out the main color scheme of the image. 

So, here's how I go about it. This will work for photographs, illustrations, etc. For this exercise, I'm going to use a photo of mine from Stars on Ice.

Mosaic Filter Method

Using Photoshop filters and the eyedropper tool, I am able to take one photo and pull three color palettes from it. For this I used the Mosaic filter. To access it, you will have your layer with your photo/image selected, then go to the top menu and choose filter -> pixelate -> mosaic. 

Once the mosaic dialog was open, I brought the number of mosaic tiles down until I saw a consistent color grouping I liked.So what this ends up doing is limiting my color palette by using colors within the image chosen. You can have more or less, but I felt what I had was a good spread of colors. 

When it comes to picking the colors, I will mix and match until I like the combination, and I will sometimes then go and add a little color blip next to the main color so I have lighter and darker tones to work with as well. 

Crystallize Filter Method

Another method you can use if you want a more limited palette that pulls more brights and darks is the Crystallize filter. To access it, you will have your layer with your photo/image selected, then go to the top menu and choose filter -> pixelate -> crystallize. 

With this filter, you get a clearer spread of colors, with fewer tones in between, like you do in the mosaic filter. What I like about this one is I can increase or decrease the cell size until I find a combination of colors I like. The number of cells will change what colors you have access to. 

From there I will color pick and in this example, I made three different color palettes: one mixed and two monochromatic. 

I will often use this sort of method when I'm struggling to find a color palette for my work or to sketch in, since I really enjoy sketching in colors as if I am using colored pencils. 

I have another method for making color palettes that I will share soon. If you have any questions, feel free to ask in the comments!

Toodaloo!

#tutorial #color #color palette #how to #illustration #digital illustration

[fuzzykidkid]

JOURNALING  

Unity: Appearing as one  

Example: We see houses in our everyday life that are painted all one color. 

Variety: diversity, different, using many things to create art 

Example: We see a variety in stained glass art which shows many different shapes, sizes, and colors. 

Balance: to stabilize two different things evenly  

Example: When we look at each other, each human who has 2 arms and 2 legs, they are symmetrical, it balances the body, I’m not saying both sides are identical but there’s balance. 

Emphasis: To grab attention to one area of a picture using some kind of effect  

Example: Every day when we look up at the sky in the morning and there are no clouds, just blue sky, the sun is the focal point and at night the moon is the focal point. 

Subordination: to make something look less important by placement, color, size 

Example: When it is a cloudy day and there is a cloud covering the sun, the sky appears neutral and of lesser interest.  

Directional forces: a route for the eye to follow in art 

Example: When we look at another person and they are looking at something we tend to look in that direction to see what they are looking at.  

Repetition: when a certain form reoccurs, Rhythm: repeated forms in a design with related variations 

Scale: sizes related from one thing to another, Proportion: the relationship between the different forms, figures, or elements in artwork within a whole  

Example: scale is when we stand next to each other one may be tall, one may be short. 

WRITING AND LOOKING 

The Starry Night. Vincent Van Gogh. CH. 3 section 8 Texture.  

This painting was created using a variety of cool colors. It has different shades of blue, white, yellow, green, and brown. The artist uses thick brush strokes that appear to swirl and be circular in motion, that have directional forces that lead us to look at the focal point which is the moon. The stars are shining in yellow circular forms, and he seems to be using the repetitive hard, thick strokes that can tell us he is emotional and trying to connect to nature.  

CONNECTING ART TO YOUR WORLD 

Color has affected my life by helping me cope as I grew up. In middle school, I was always interested in the achromatic such as black because I liked the punk emo chicks and their style. I thought they looked so beautiful, and they always wear neutral colors. Everything they wore expressed who they were inside, expressed how they felt emotionally from their clothes to their hair. I was going through phases as a teen where I did not know who I was. I honestly felt lost. I was never into intense hues nor bright colors I was never girly enough to like them. Wearing neutral colors, especially black, made the younger me feel like I at least belonged somewhere. The color scheme for my life would be complimentary because different parts of my life have been flipped upside down as I grew up, but each part complimented each other and helped it stand out for the better. That is the beauty of my life, each color represents a certain part of it that was sad, but another part of it made me happy.  

ART PROJECT  

My nursing career is important to me and what I am passionate about. Nursing burnout is an important concept in nursing, so we must be there for one another.  

PHOTO/DESIGN 

Portrait  

Who: A homeless person by Lee Jeffries 

What does the picture hope to tell you about the person? That she is human. As a person goes through struggles in their life we have to remember that we are only human. 

Landscape 

Where is it? Cinque Terre Liguria Italy taken as the night is coming to an end. 

Still Life 

What is it? A lively plumeria flower with other dead ones on the street. 

Why include this stuff? The photographer included this stuff because he saw more than a flower, he saw a feeling, a beauty, a way to express himself.  

What is the message? The message of self expression behind a still life picture. This is a plumeria flower which represents a "new beginning." As the person seeing the picture there can be many emotions from hope and faith to sadness. I see both from a new beginning to an end, as long as the viewer sees more than just a flower. 

[virtsketch2]

Virtual Sketchbook 2

1 Journaling

#1 Unity and Variety In Art

This is an example of unity and variety in art. Unity is oneness of something while variety is the opposite. This piece of art has unity in the way that the swirling shapes seem to be one, while it also has variety because the colors are different.

#2 Balance In Art

Balance is the achievement of something equal. This photo is a good example of balance because of the symmetry it displays.

#3 Emphasis and Subordination In Art

Emphasis is used to draw attention to one area of a photo or artwork. Subordination is a way that someone can dull out the background of an artwork to further emphasize a piece of art. In this photo, the colored tips of the pencils produce emphasis while the rest of the pencils are gray due to subordination.

#4 Directional Forces In Art

A directional force is used to point the viewer to look in a certain direction. In this painting, our gazes are drawn to where the shard like objects are pointing making this an excellent example of directional forces.

#5 Repetition and Rhythm In Art

Repetition is the repeating of a visual aspect of an artwork. Rythm is an ordered repetition of an aspect of art. This artwork has repetition because of the recurrences of colors and shapes. It also has rhythm because of the way the shapes and colors recur.

#6 Scale and Proportion In Art

Scale is the size of something to another thing. Proportion is size of somethings compared to the whole the viewer sees. In this artwork, the scale of the chick is hilariously sized up. Its proportions is way different than the proportions of the farmer and the tractor.

2 Writing and Looking

This is Winslow Homer's Boys Wading, 1873, watercolor and gouache, 9 and 3/4 x 13 and 3/4.

This artwork has unity through its use of grays, blues, and browns throughout the painting. Subordination is also used because the background behind the boats is brown and dulled out compared to the rest of the painting. A directional force is also implied because the two boys in the water have their bodies bent so that the audience looked toward them and then towards the boat they are pointed at.

3. Color In My Life

Color had a change on my life in an odd way. I was struggling to find out what I wanted to go to college for, but colors had always been my point of focus. I have always loved how things looked, then one day I watched a music video that was so beautiful and saturated with color that I found out I wanted to learn to create beautiful scenes by camera. Now I am studying to be a cinematographer. I think the color scheme of my life would just be saturated colors full of life because I love fresh and bright scenes in movies and music videos.

4. Art Project

I painted this because I love colors. I wanted to try to paint something with delicate colors and, of course, a cute little moon.

5. Photo Design

I chose two cars photographed in different styles to show the differences of a black and white photo versus a colored photo.  I think that the photographer was motivated to photograph the former picture in black and white because it is an antique. Photographing the antique in black and white makes the car seem stunning and it enhances the feel of the antique. The other car was taken in color to show off the red and to give it more of a sports car feel. It is also taken in color because the photographer wanted to show off a newer model of a luxury sports car. The choice of using black and white for the first antique car versus color for the second sports car is effective because it effects the viewer to see the cars in a different way. 

[soofz]

Hand in: Rationale

As I searched for a typeface, I wanted an old-fashioned/historical look as I talk a bit about my background past in the Philippines. A font that would fit for the traditional look as I showcase the places in the Philippines which takes me back to when I was still a kid. The Philippines is where I grew up and acknowledging the fact that I’ve known these specific places for my whole life almost seems like an ancient past to me as I look back at my old home. These places are shown in pictures throughout the book in different compositions, shapes and filters as I match it with the color scheme of the pages. The Utopia font just embodied the style I am looking for, with its clean lines and proportions as well as its classical yet modern  appearance makes it look timeless and bold. It was an excellent choice for conveying information about my country as well as discussing my pepeha.  Utopia is a serif typeface that is designed by Robert Slimbach and was released during late 1980s (1989) through the adobe system. Utopia is widely used world-wide and is popular in the print world due to its range of different optical sizes. There are four options which are normal, caption, subhead and display, because of these it makes it suitable for a wide range of typographic usage and challenges.

I was able to use the Utopia’s benefits, values and functionality in different ways as I explored the sizing and how I can lay them across my pages in unique perspectives. Since I was relatively new to the world of typography, I learned a lot about the principles of designing a text in creative forms and what makes a ‘good design’ based on the simplicity and the effective use of communicating a message with it. I struggled a lot making my book at first since I wasn’t able to balance my positive + negative spaces thoroughly.

But after finishing the project and seeing the final outcome, I finally understood how I can maintain a good balance with my spaces and let the pages ‘breathe’. The paragraph structure was also something I had to maintain also. Keeping relevant informative phrases and limiting how much I can add into a page is very crucial to making the pages look clean yet communicated well to an audience.

[a0203564l]

Assignment 3: Information Design

This is the most exciting yet stressful assignment to date because I have to design an infographic with my choice of data within a week, all while I refine my previous work before the final submission. Not only do I have to research suitable data to display, I also have to consider looking at other infographics related to the data I am working with.

For this assignment, I chose to work with data relating to childcare centres (CCCs). During my first internship with Singapore Children’s Society earlier this year, I realised that it can be challenging for low-income families to secure placements near their homes for their children. As such, I started to gather empirical data on the number of CCCs and number of births in Singapore. Given that MSF provided me data from 2009 to 2018, I decided to do a comparison infographic for data between 2009 and 2018.

For the first sketch, I used a classroom setting as the overall design behind my infographic. This included the entrance of the childcare centre at the left, and the actual classroom on the right. I also included planets in the design to show how a classroom is decorated with photos of the solar system to teach the children. Another reason for this was that I wanted a circular shape (similar to a Venn diagram) to show the data of CCCs providing infant care being a subset of the data of available CCCs. Since I could not think of any other appropriate circular objects in a classroom, I opted for this solar system idea - although the idea of trying to show a Venn diagram in creative ways was soon abandoned.

The biggest problem with the first prototype was the lack of visual hierarchy. It was difficult to focus in this infographic, in which I also struggled to explain each element in detail during the critique session. While I wanted to show a comparison data, I might have forgotten my initial plan as I began to insert data that did not represent the exact years in the respective sides of the document. I realised that this happened because I was unsure of the story I wished to tell with the data I had. As such, I included whatever data that seemed to have connection even though I could not establish that connection clearly.

With that in mind, I began to look for articles that could explain the data in order to aid my storytelling. Given the short period of time to refine this prototype, I tried my best to reuse the icons I had made for my second prototype.

In the second sketch, I considered my classmate’s idea of using the icons as charts to represent the numbers. The article I found had been helpful in arranging my information; the phenomenon was shown with numerical data before I revealed the factors that could explain the phenomenon.

For this prototype, I intentionally kept the typeface and color scheme as consistent as possible - as compared to the previous one where there were no definite typeface and color scheme in an attempt to recreate the vibrant and seemingly chaotic classroom environment. I decided to use orange as the dominant colour since orange represents fun, which is fitting to represent children.

While there was improvement in the way I arranged information, this prototype lacked visual hierarchy - especially with the numerous icons of similar sizes representing different information. There were also too many of the same icons, which can be difficult for readers who might be counting all icons before they could understand the proportions.

One particularly point which I found helpful to improve this prototype was the idea of visual hook that was shared by my tutor. It is an element that allows readers to focus first before this hook leads readers to other information in the infographic. A particular infographic that he gave as an example included the baby as the visual hook, whereby it was the biggest graphical element in the infographic. With this in mind, I worked on my sketch again.

For the final prototype, I used the two plots of land as the visual hook of this infographic. It was meant to display the factors affecting the mismatch between the supply and the demand of CCCs. I also considered tracing certain Singapore towns with the Pencil tool to show how certain areas have insufficient vacancies of CCCs.

I also changed the way I represent the numbers for my final prototype. I decided to use simple bar charts with numbers which allow viewers to process the information easily. I also used an analogous colour scheme since it was more pleasing to the eyes, all while trying to include orange like in the previous prototype.

Overall, this assignment took a lot of effort for me as I have to consider various things to ensure information is relayed effectively. Despite struggling a lot for this assignment, it is also an assignment which I learnt the most.

#assignment

[tturnersvad-gd]

Project 4 part 3

This week we continued to work on the magazine spreads. Honestly, it has been a struggle. I had trouble getting my layout together. Using the grids was extremely helpful ( I honestly don't why I struggled with this last year ). I decided to go with two columns on most pages and then three on the last one. Once I got the columns where I wanted them, I had to figure out where to put my vectorized letterforms which was an entire struggle by itself. I eventually on just using a picture for one of them. The other one I plan to put on the second spread.

Im also struggling with color scheme. My letterfroms reminds me of gothic typefaces, and most of those are black. I was originally going to do black and white but it was to plain. I eventually went with a muted purple color scheme because the filter on my picture is tinted with purple and I associate the color with Gothic aesthetic. I am thinking of adding another color to compliment the purple.

Lastly, after critique, i have to go back and shrink my typeface size. It will definitely give me more space to work with. My spreads have went through multiple changes but I feel like I'm heading in the right direction. With a little more playing around, I think I will get the design I am looking for.

[damarisarias]

Sketchbook 2

Journaling: Principles of Design

Unity and Variety: The act of making an artwork appear uniform with many diverse elements

Balance: The distribution of various elements in a composition to make it feel stable, typically achieved through symmetry or asymmetry

Emphasis and Subordination: Attracting a viewers attention to the focal point of an artwork by making the surrounding area less attractive than the main subject

Directional Force: A progression in a work of art that a viewers gaze is intended to follow

Repetition and Rhythm: The reappearance of varied items in an artwork in a patterned flow

Scale and Proportion: An artworks size as a whole and how parts of a composition relate to each other, and the relationship between the dimensions of different parts and overall composition

2. Writing and Looking: Jacob Lawrence. GOING HOME. Figure 4.4, Page 70

Jacob Lawrence's "Going Home" contains linear perspective, complimentary colors, implied depth through overlapping and vertical placement, implied light, implied motion through diagonal and vertical lines, abstract geometric features, achieves a balance of unity and variety, and repetition.

3. Connecting Art to Your World

As a child I struggled with color. I'm not color blind in anyway and I could appreciate the different hues, but I suppose I used to give it too much value. Through myths, picking a favorite color was a struggle. It seemed every color I would choose was wrong, either it being someone else's favorite color or it was supposedly a terrible choice for a friend group taste. Eventually, in my adolescence, I decided neutrals were in my best interest. They were complimentary with everything and could blending. As a people pleaser, I took on this achromatic scale as my personality. Now as a 26 year old Women I have finally come to an understanding with myself and with the color in my life and have found that the color of my life is for me and no one else. The color scheme I would choose now for my life is a complimentary one, vibrant, pure hues of all the colors of the rainbow. I am so much more vibrant now.

4.Art Project: Artists Choice (Painting)

5. Photo/ Design

Logos

Logos

I am with group 1.

Disney

New Balance

Toyota

Google

Amazon

Walmart

Marcos Pizza

TikTok 

Ulta

Tito's Handmade Vodka

I know these logos because I have bought items made by these brands.  Also, they are advertised on many different media such as social media, magazines, and newspapers.

Logos are meant to be identifiable so that consumers may be able to better recognize them.  So logos are made with the goal of being appealing to the consumers of the world so that they may continually buy their product.

[let-them-read-fics]

Bite

Pairing: Vamp!Lisa x Human!Fem!Reader

AU: Vampire

Word Count: ~ 5,564

Warnings / Misc. -- Mentions of Blood

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm alive! School has kept me crazy busy and I've had my hands full with other things as well, but I finished writing this one and I wanted to share with you lovely peeps. To everyone who stopped by to check in, and to those of you who’ve been patiently waiting, thank you endlessly. I love having you as my readers 💜

PS ~ I hope this isn't too bad for my first one shot in forever! Also, happy Lisa era. I’m so proud of our girl!

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Saturday, October 31st

You look like an idiot. 

The nurse uniform you have on is obnoxiously cliché; short and tattered in various places to really sell the "sexy" aspect of it, little is left to the imagination. Fake blood stains dot the flimsy material in random patterns and mat some strands of the tacky blonde wig atop your head, making you look like something out of a B-movie at best. 

A bonafide, absolute idiot. 

When you express that sentiment to your best friend, she just rolls her eyes and holds out one last costume for you to try on. She had a few lined up in case you didn't like her other options, and clearly that's come in handy; you've already worked through the previous picks, so she crosses her fingers as your eyes skim over this one.

"Humor me, will you?" She asks, hoping that you'll give in and at least check this last one out. 

"Fine, but this is your last chance. It had better be good." You raise a pointed finger at her in warning. 

"I have a good feeling about this one," she says, smiling as you take the bag from her and slip into the dressing room one final time. 

Her phone chimes soon after, and she's quick to retrieve it from her pocket.

Willow: Are you guys almost here?? Jackson's been asking about you.

Your best friend bites her lip at that, nervously nibbling on it as she rereads the message to make sure she didn't imagine the last part. She's liked Jackson since middle school, and he'll be swinging by the party that you've all been invited to; that's one of the main reasons she begged you to come with her tonight. 

Y/BFFs/N: Still getting ready. We'll be there ASAP tho!

Willow: Alright, we'll see you soon. Don't take all night, or else👩🤛

Y/BFFs/N: Yah, cut the violence!

The sound of your best friend's soft giggling fills the air just as you manage to fasten the costume's last zipper and pull its hood over your head.

Surprise etches its way into your features as you do a spin, taking in the sight of yourself through the full length mirror of the dressing room. The outfit's red and black color schemes complement each other beautifully, giving you a powerful and sensual appeal that the other costumes didn't even stand a chance of doing. You look alluring in every sense of the word. 

"Holy shit," your best friend says when you emerge, striking a pose. "You look hot!" She squeals, clapping a few times in quick succession. 

There's no way you think this one looks bad. 

"I think Wanda would be proud," you grin, tilting your head up and wrapping the cape around your neck. 

"One hundred percent," Y/BFFs/N nods adamantly, in total agreement. The Scarlet Witch getup really compliments your features. 

"Now," she starts, changing topics as she looks in the reflection of her phone's dark screen to adjust some of her hair that's gone astray. "Let's pay and then go. Willow's looking for us, and my future man's wondering where I am, too." 

"Hell yeah!" You chuckle, patting her on the back. "I'll help you finally land him so you can stop pining."

You watch as she takes a moment to decide between coming up with a decent rebuttal to defend herself or agreeing with you, and you smile when she goes for the latter. 

"I'd accept nothing less," she says, holding her head high like a princess. "You are my wingwoman, after all." 

"And the best one in town," you add, tugging her towards the register. She reaches into her purse and pulls out the money to pay before politely handing it to the cashier. 

The teenage boy takes it with a small smile, though the action looks a little comical as his upper lip gets caught on the cheap, plastic fangs he's sporting. His knock-off version of Dracula is definitely…. something… and you can tell that his managers forced him to wear it for the holiday. 

"Come back and s-shhee us," he says, handing your change back. Your best friend takes it, failing to contain her laughter at his messy speech. He blushes crimson, likely cursing the plastic teeth for making him look a fool. 

"We surely will," you respond, giving him a comforting smile to keep his embarrassment at bay. He nods gratefully, and you're quickly pulled out of the store by your best friend. 

"Happy Halloween!" You shout over your shoulder, accompanied by the chime of the bell over the door. 

"You too," he calls back, letting out a soft sigh. 

---

20 Minutes Later -- The Party

Upon rounding the front of your car and stepping up onto the sidewalk outside of Willow's house, your attention is immediately caught by the numerous decorations that she put up last week. 

"Huh," you mumble, gazing up at the skeleton that towers above you, standing 12 feet tall. "I think it's safe to say that this is her favorite holiday…" 

"What makes you think that?" Your best friend plays, feigning ignorance as she pops up from behind a life-sized, animatronic Jason Voorhees. 

"I don't know," you tut, admiring Willow's hard work a little longer. "Just a feeling." 

Y/BFFs/N giggles in her unique way, making you smile at the sound as the two of you make your way up the path towards the house. You gaze down at your feet, careful to step on the stones of the walkway and avoid the motion-activated hands that scramble out of the weeds to grab unsuspecting guests. 

Having known Willow your entire childhood, you've grown used to her ways. 

*knock knock*

A strong, iconic synth bassline sounds off from inside, filling the otherwise quiet night around you with its catchy beat as you wait to be let in. Its sound is well known, and you almost instantly recognize it as "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurythmics.

A few seconds later, you hear clambering from inside, followed by concerning groans and shouted apologies. 

Y/BFFs/N arches a skeptical brow at you, perfectly mirroring your thoughts.

Directly after, the door swings open in a flash, and you're nearly tackled by a whizz of curly hair. 

"There you guys are!" Willow shrieks, pulling the two of you close as she nuzzles her face against your cheeks. 

"Yep, here we are," you struggle out, nearly being strangled in her tight grip. She responds by squeezing you even tighter, blinded by her joy at seeing you again. 

After all, it's been a while since all three of you have had the opportunity to spend the night partying together like this. 

"Can't… breathe," Y/BFFs/N squeaks, successfully getting Willow to release you. 

"Sorry," she apologizes, stepping back. "I'm just so happy you're here." 

The freckles that spread across the bridge of her nose look especially adorable with the blush she's sporting, and her shy grin makes you forget about the near-fatality you just encountered moments before. 

"We're happy to be here," you reassure her, returning her smile. 

Your best friend agrees from beside you, nodding her head with a happy look of her own. "Believe it or not, we've missed your weirdness." She adds, cocking her head to the side. 

Willow giggles again, and her eyes crinkle up into those half crescents that could surely melt even the iciest of hearts. She's practically sunshine in human form, and you have to resist the urge to shield your eyes. 

"Yo, Willow! Who's at the door?" 

Jackson.

You feel your best friend tense beside you, and you subtly pat her leg to calm her down. 

Willow falls silent, though her lips go through the beginning stages of answering him; they open and purse, but she quickly halts her reply and shuts her mouth. She knows of Y/BFFs/N's crush on him, and she doesn't want to say the wrong thing. 

Plus, if the lovesick girl wants to run and hide in the bushes, Willow's silence could buy her some time to slip away. 

But alas, she doesn't. 

Jackson appears in the doorway a mere 5 seconds after asking his question with a beer clutched in his hand. He moves to lean against the wooden frame as his pearly smile beams at you, and Y/BFFs/N audibly swallows at the sight. 

For someone who's usually so confident, she can really be shy sometimes. 

"Lovely to see you, ladies," he greets, putting his free hand in front of him as he bows. His accent is modeled after that of Jack Sparrow, as is his surprisingly well designed costume.

You nod back at him. "Hey, Jackson. Long time no see." 

You elbow your best friend when she remains silent for a beat too long, and the action snaps her back to reality. 

"Yeah, hey Jackson." Her voice is quiet -- she doesn't trust it to refrain from cracking.

He smiles, not failing to notice the nervous aura that's quickly taken over the girl beside you. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head when he gives her a curious once-over, and you take that as your cue to save her from the impending embarrassment that's lurking just around the corner. 

"Alright, guys!" You clap, stepping forward. "Let's get to partying." 

Her shoulders relax, and you feel her slip her hand into yours as you enter the house, squeezing twice as a silent thank you. 

15 Minutes Later

Willow stands beside you in the kitchen, mixing a few things together in one of the millions of red solo cups that she bought for tonight. You sneak a peek over her shoulder at the concoction, seeing its light blue color turn purple-ish as she adds a new liquor into the equation. 

In comparison to typical house parties, this one is relatively small; most of the rooms are filled with people, but it's a comfortable amount. Maneuvering around the place is fairly easy, which is always a plus when you're coexisting with sweaty, drunk people. 

"Willow, love, why did you buy so many cups?" You ask, toying with the ripped plastic packaging of one of the stacks. 

"You know I like to be prepared," she laughs, brushing off her major miscalculation. "Plus I can just use the rest of them at my next party." 

You nod, knowing she's right. "Are you having another soon?" 

"I think so. Jiu and her crew are coming back in a couple weeks, so I thought I'd surprise them with one." 

You scoff, humor laced in the sound. "What, they didn't get enough partying done at their university already?" 

Willow turns around, grinning at you as she hands you your drink. "Evidently campus police keep a close eye on them. Siyeon whined about that a lot when she called me." 

"Sounds like her," you chuckle into your cup as you take a sip. 

PFFT

"Eww, Willow! What did you put in this?!" 

Your spit take didn't land on anyone, thankfully, but it did capture the attention of some people nearby. You wave a hand at them as a silent apology, and they go back to their previous tasks. 

The curly headed prankster covers her mouth, though the action does a terrible job of quieting her maniacal laughter. 

"You're lucky Y/BFFs/N isn't over here," you say, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. "She'd avenge me." 

Willow uses a napkin to dab the tears of laughter from her eyes. "Why else do you think I waited until she was busy with Jackson?" She asks, motioning to her lounge room across the foyer. 

You look inside, spotting Y/BFFs/N holding a pool cue in her hand as Jackson sinks another shot into one of the corner pockets. 

The sight reminds you of the pep talk and 2 shots of liquid courage you gave her earlier, and how she disappeared with the promise to make a move and actually talk to him. Now, she looks completely absorbed in whatever banter they're sharing, and although your violated taste buds still ache from the sickly-sweet mixture that Willow made, you wouldn't want her to be anywhere else. 

You can get your own revenge. 

Sneaking a glance around the kitchen, you search for something to help with your retaliation. A small package of streamers lays abandoned on the island, forgotten to be put up earlier, and you slyly grin. Their ribbons sparkle with glitter, shimmering as the multicolored party lights stream in from the living room and land on them. 

It's as if the universe is putting a spotlight on them, just for you. 

After side eyeing Willow one final time to ensure that she isn't catching onto your plan, you act quickly. She stands beside the counter, right where you left her, and you dart to the island to grab the streamers. Your fingertips soon gain purchase on the packaging, and you tear it open in one swift motion. 

Her gaze locks onto yours just as you near her, but it's far too late for her to get away. 

"Take this!" You declare, upending the baggie atop her head. She shrieks as they cascade down her body, getting caught in the creases and wrinkles of her costume as they go. A small wave of glitter tumbles out of the bag as well, coating her hair and clothes. 

Boy, that'll be fun to try and get out later. 

Her head slowly raises once you finish your assault and place the baggie on the countertop beside you, but the look in her eye is unlike anything you've ever seen. 

"You're dead," she warns. Just as the smile drops from your face, an even larger, more sinister one begins forming on hers. 

The floor creaks beneath your feet slightly as you take a step back, and you know you have to high tail it out of there if you want to evade her. 

"Catch me if you can!" You shout, springing into action. You turn around and dart out of the room, gliding past numerous partygoers in the hall. 

Willow's choice of footwear works in your favor, you soon realize; the sharp rapping sound of her heels pierces the air behind you, serving as a tell of how much distance is between you.

Her unstable platforms buy you a little time, and you thank the universe as you rush through the living room and back towards the foyer. You plan to cut across it and hide out in one of the bathrooms until she drops her plan for revenge. 

A grin pulls at your cheeks as you skid into one of the walls, looking like a character from Scooby-Doo as you will your feet to work correctly again and get you to safety. Willow laughs behind you, joining in on the fun. 

"Perfect," you mutter under your breath, spotting a clear path through the foyer. It leads under the stairs, and you can see the open door of the bathroom from where you are. 

Your feet take you past a handful of drunk people, bobbing and weaving through them with ease, before you're racing towards the restroom to take cover. 

Before you can make it there, though, you collide with someone rather abruptly as they step straight into your path. 

Your eyes shut tightly as you brace yourself for impact with the ground, but it never comes. The person reaches out and catches you before you can hit the floor, and a soft apology slips past their lips as they scoop you up. 

Upon hearing that uniquely feminine voice speak its regret again, you peek your eyes open. What you see nearly makes the woman's effort to keep you upright moot; she's so gorgeous that your legs almost give out from underneath you. 

Dirty blonde locks cascade over her shoulders in soft waves, half-mussed, half-pristine from your run-in. Her doe eyes are a velvety chocolate color, and you find yourself getting lost in them. Flickers of red show in them, illuminating almost rhythmically the longer she admires you. 

Are those contacts? You ask yourself. They have to be. 

She seems to be just as affected by your presence as you are of hers. 

"Y/N, I'm coming to get you!" 

Willow does her best to sound like a villain from a 90s horror film as she clambers her way closer to you, bumping into a few people on the way. You're brought out of your stupor by her rapidly approaching footsteps, and you take a step away from the woman. Her hands fall from your waist, where they had previously been resting. 

Stealing a quick look at the bathroom, you feel your stomach turn.

Damnit. Someone's in there now. 

Screw this sexy stranger for distracting you. Now you'll have to deal with Willow's wrath. 

"What's wrong?" 

There's that voice again. 

Part of you wants to brush it off and slip away quietly, but an even bigger part of you is determined to stay where you are and tell her. Something about her pulls you in, and you're having a hard time denying it. 

"I need to hide. I glitter-fied my friend and now she's coming after me." 

The woman's plump lips pull back in a humored smile, and she nods as a chuckle leaves her. "Right," she says, like that's a common occurrence. "I can help, if you'd like." 

"How?" You ask, your brows momentarily knitting together in confusion. When she unties and opens the black cloak that's wrapped around her body, your breath catches. 

"You in?" She asks, side eyeing the foyer as Willow nearly careens into the Egyptian vase that her mother bought her last year for Christmas. 

You take a deep breath and hold your hand out to her just as Willow rounds the corner, and she swiftly pulls you in close before you can be spotted. She winds the cloak around both of your bodies, concealing your faces as the fur-lined hood falls atop your heads. 

Unconsciously, you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her flush up against you to further ensure your safety. She quietly grunts when she stumbles over her own feet, falling into you a little. 

"Sorry," she whispers, though her third apology of the night is unnecessary. You almost want to thank her for what happened.

Especially when her warm breath fans across your right cheek, where her head is angled. 

Every breath you take pushes you closer to each other, and the satin shirt she's wearing slides against your heated skin. She swallows thickly as one of your hands falls to the small of her back, testing the waters. 

When she shifts a little to encourage you, you're acutely aware of the thigh that's worked its way between your legs. 

When did that happen? 

You bite back a sigh as she just smirks, quietly shushing you. 

Willow thunders by, shouting your name and threatening to throw you into the pool when she tracks you down. You want to laugh at that, but you'd honestly welcome it right now. Some cold water would surely bring you to your senses after being led astray by this goddess in front of you. 

Her footsteps grow distant as she makes her way outside, still searching.

The two of you remain as you are for a couple more minutes until you're certain that the coast is clear, and then you part. When she lowers the cloak, you look away; a deep blush has worked its way up your neck and across your cheeks, and letting her see it would surely make you die of embarrassment. 

She keeps her eyes on you as she reties the cover around herself, attempting to get a read on you. The bashful aura that's befallen you is cute, no doubt, but she can sense your arousal. She can smell it on you, and the scent is beginning to drive her crazy. 

You fiddle with the sleeves of your costume, readjusting them nervously.

"So, um… thanks," you say, sneaking a glance up at her. 

The red hues in her eyes are even more pronounced now, and the sight makes you press further into the wall behind you -- the one that you were previously pushed up against. 

"No problem," she smiles, showing off her pearly white teeth. Two of them catch your attention; a set of fangs now shine, looking alluring and threatening all at the same time. 

There's only one issue: you're certain that they weren't there when you first bumped into her. When did she put them in? And why do they look so real?

The feeling of her hand landing on your forearm pulls you away from the millions of questions that're firing off in your head right now. 

"May I ask your name?" She politely requests, dipping her head down sweetly. 

"Y/N," you breathe out, quickly realizing that you'd do just about anything she asked you to. 

"Y/N." She repeats, allowing the letters to blend in her mouth as they roll off her tongue. She looks satisfied for some reason as she says it again, trying it out. 

"I'm Lisa." 

"It's nice to officially meet you," you smile, reaching a hand out. Her touch is gentle but firm as she takes it, shaking it with ease. 

"Likewise, beautiful." 

The grin on your face only widens at the name, and you pull your hand away out of fear of what she might do next. She's already putting you under her spell, and you're sure that another touch would have you fully entranced. 

She studies you with pursed lips for a moment, clearly debating on something. Her eyes flicker over the dips and curves of your body as a smirk grows on her lips. 

"What are you thinking?" You question, curious but teasing. 

"That I'd love to have your body on mine again." 

She's bold, and she says it like the fact it is. No shame, no bashfulness. Just true, honest desire. 

You bite the inside of your cheek at her bravery, silently thanking the universe for it. The likelihood of you gaining the courage to make a move is slim to none even in the best cases, and this was no exception. She already has your heart skipping beats and you've only known her a few minutes. 

"How about a dance?" She suggests, quirking a brow. The look on her face disarms your defenses, and you take a deep breath before agreeing to your demise. 

"That sounds wonderful." 

She dips her head again, hiding her face away momentarily, and you think it's the cutest thing ever. 

She's shy all of a sudden as her cool demeanor slips up a bit, and that never happens. You might just be her downfall, too.

She holds an elbow out and steps forward, allowing you to link your arm with hers and cuddle in close. 

Her eyes scan across the living room as she studies it, but she's unimpressed. 

Sweaty, winding bodies thrash around to some upbeat pop song that's been overplayed on every radio station in town for weeks now, and the idea of taking you there puts her off. 

When a drunk boy comes into view with a dildo strapped to his forehead, her mind is officially made up. 

"Let's go outside," she says, leading you through the patio doors. 

A quaint gazebo sits on one side of the yard, and the dance floor that Willow's family installed a couple years ago occupies the other. Both are decorated with string lights in combinations of gold, purple, black, and orange. Other ornaments adorn the surfaces as well, and you smile when you spot a comically large spider sat atop the gazebo's roof. 

"Where would you like to go?" Lisa asks, keeping her voice low. It's calm and deep, running a chill through you. 

Softer music plays out here, offering a totally different vibe than inside. Some couples -- many of them introverted, assumably -- sway on the dancefloor as the DJ that Willow hired takes a sip of her drink on the raised stage. She adjusts a few switches slowly, not rushing for a second.

"Let's try the gazebo," you decide, glancing over your shoulder at Lisa. She's looking away, but you don't think anything of it as the two of you fall in step with one another on your way over. 

Shit, Lisa thinks to herself. 

Her plans to come to this party, feed, and make a quick getaway are totally derailed. She'd hoped to find a victim that she was attracted to but didn't like, if that even makes sense, and feed like the animal she is. Then she would leave them like all the rest, drained but still alive, and slip away. 

But now she's met you, and any desire for those plans have been thrown out the window. 

You interest her, and that doesn't happen often. She hasn't met someone who's been capable of doing that in years, and she's intrigued. Something about you just pulls her in, inexplicably, and she knows her feelings would be glaringly obvious if you saw her face right now. 

"Woah, look at this," you sigh, stepping out of her hold to check the place out. A bench runs the perimeter of the gazebo, only stopping at the doorway, and the lights look even prettier from inside. They shimmer, looking like star showers as their strings hang down in the windowless openings of the building. 

Lisa quickly learns that she loves seeing you like this. Your eyes are alight, and your sweet smile of wonder warms her heart. Her hands slip into her pockets as she eventually manages to take her eyes off you, following your lead as she admires the decorations. 

She does a twirl, looking around. 

"It's gorgeous." 

"I know, right? This is totally up Willow's alley," you say, grinning at the mental image that you can conjure up of her giddily spiffing the scene up. 

"I'll have to thank her for making it look so special, then," Lisa says, smiling. The place really makes you feel like you're in your own little world; everything about it is just right. The ambience, the decor, the company… it’s perfect, and Lisa's content with how the evening is playing out. 

Her fingers skate down your arm as she nears you, trekking their way down to your palm. She takes your hand and spins you, watching with admiration as your hair flows in the breeze. Now facing her, you thread your fingers together around the back of her neck as she encircles your waist with her arms. 

"Why have I never seen you around?" You ask sincerely, looking up at her. 

She hesitates briefly. "My university is a few towns over. I just come here to visit my family every few months." 

Not a total lie, she thinks to herself. 

"And stop by terrible parties like this, of course." You add, smirking. 

She shakes her head at that. "No, I can't say I do. I just decided to check this one out on my way to my friend's house." She explains. 

Underneath your cloak, her hands find their way to the small of your back. One stays put while the other dips a little lower, testing the waters. 

"And besides," she starts again, feeling you pull her closer. "Meeting you here automatically makes this an awesome party. Not terrible."

"Cheeeesy!" You scrunch your face up and groan, making her laugh. 

"Maybe, but it's the truth." 

"Sure, Lisa." 

She shakes her head and you laugh lightly together, still swaying about. You hold her close enough to rest your head on her shoulder, and the pads of your thumbs rub small circles on the sensitive skin of her neck. She hums at the feeling, and you take note of the way she relaxes in your arms. 

The night breeze appears again, performing a flowing dance of its own as it lulls past you in waves. A slight chill resides in it, mixed with a generous amount of the day's sweet, fading heat, and you're at peace. 

The slow song that had been playing across the yard ends delicately, parting with some melodic feature that resembles a warm embrace, and it blends seamlessly into the next song. 

Turning Page, you recognize it as.  

Huh, how ironic. One of your favorites. 

Lisa's lips brush against your cheek as she turns her head slightly, whispering, "I like this one, too." 

How did she know? You ask yourself. You hadn't said it out loud… 

Maybe she's just a good guesser. Yeah, that's gotta be it. 

You feel yourself melt as she begins singing the words to you. It's hushed and sentimental -- meant only for your ears to hear, and that makes it even more special to you. 

"If I had only felt the warmth within your touch"

She croons, pressing her cheek against your warm skin. You blush, catching yourself when you remember what the next line of the song is. 

"If I had only seen how you smile when you blush" 

She brings a hand up to cup your cheek in her palm, and her other arm remains around you, holding you tenderly. 

"Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough"

Now, her thumb runs across your bottom lip. You look into her eyes and find them an even deeper shade of red than they had been before, but it doesn't frighten you for some reason. She glances down at your mouth again, fighting her impatience as she waits for permission from you. 

"I would have known what I was living for all along"

You nod and lace your fingers in her locks, and she doesn't waste another second. 

She leans in, humming against your lips when they meet hers for the first time. Her lipgloss spreads across them upon contact, smudging its precise application, but she doesn't seem to care in the slightest. She draws you in closer, and you bring both of your hands around to cup her face as you deepen the kiss. 

Her mouth is welcoming against yours, and it moves languidly as you get adjusted to one another. Every move makes you feel dizzier than the one before it, and swarms of butterflies take flight in your stomach with no signs of stopping. 

She nips at your bottom lip as her hands dip far lower than before, now kneading your ass as your kisses continue to work her up. 

"Fuck," you curse, breaking away from her lips to catch your breath. She's stolen it all from you, and yet she's still not ready to give you a rest; her mouth drops to your jaw, embracing your skin there before moving down to your neck. 

She doesn't realize how dangerous the game she's playing truly is until it's almost too late. 

Her lips press to the area just above your pulsepoint, where she's learned over the years that blood pumps the hardest and tastes the sweetest. She draws it into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the area as her ears perk up at the breathless sound of your moans. They spur her on, and she nips at the skin, surely leaving a hickey. 

Her senses become even more clouded when you say her name, the title caught somewhere between a whine and command, and she feels the strong impulse to claim you. The sensation is overwhelming, and she knows you can feel it too. 

Your hands tug on the collar of her shirt as she lets her fangs fully extend, no longer suppressing them. They rake across your pulsepoint, making you shiver against her. 

"Please…" 

That's all you manage to get out before they pierce your skin, eliciting a whimper from you. Blood fills her mouth instantly, sliding across her taste buds in velvety waves and calming her constant craving. Your hands tighten in her hair, and the delicious twinge of pain that it provides only encourages her more. 

Your blood is different than anything she's ever tasted; it's richer -- sweeter. A throaty groan leaves her as she savors it, and you shut your eyes in pleasure. It's addicting, but she knows she has to stop herself before she hurts you. If she continues like this much longer, she won't have the willpower to let go. 

She retracts her fangs as she licks your taste from them, and then you feel her warm tongue clean the wound she made. It stings a bit, but in all the right ways.

When she pulls back to look at you, she finds your eyes half-lidded and a pleased smile on your face. It nearly kills her, then and there. 

Her gaze flickers back to your neck to admire the hickie she made earlier, but what she sees surprises her. Below it is a darker, more prominent marking that she's only seen other vampires leave behind before. 

Definitely not a hickie.

Your brows furrow as you look at her neck as well, noticing a faint outline of something growing darker by the second. Blinking a few times to ensure that you aren't hallucinating, you find that it's really there. 

"Lisa, what's on your neck?" You ask. 

"A soulmate mark." She responds, feeling a sense of belonging settle over her as she looks at you again. You just confirmed her suspicions by asking that.

"Same as yours," she smiles.

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[midoriyas-wifey]

ALPHA!JAGUAR! SHINSO X OMEGA!NEKO! READER NSFW AND SFW HEADCANONS

jesus these titles are long anyways this is in the same a/b/o universe as bakugou and his bunny. Shinso is a smug bastard no matter what AU idc idc 🤷‍♀️

warnings: im gross and write gross things. also teensy bit yandere if you squint ig

* So I headcanon that Shinso is a black jaguar hybrid, although his ears are usually hidden by his wild hair. He kind of likes it that way because rounded fuzzy ears don’t say “Alpha” to him.

* However, his tail does show, and it’s a reliable indicator of his emotions, although he’s learned to tamp the signals down to near-nothing for his pro work.

* You’d only notice his tells if you knew him, which his kitten would come to understand very soon if all went according to plan. Which it always did, he was an ambush predator; being a scheming bastard was his specialty.

* Eventually Y/N could look at the tiniest flick of his tail and quirk of his lips and tell that they’d be digging their cute little kitty claws into his broad back all night ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

* Also Y/N is a Ragdoll cat hybrid bc I love them. Is there a more precious omega than a soft, cuddly kitty that flops into your arms while purring like a motor? I think not.

* Size difference strikes again; the tips of his kitten’s ears reach his shoulder. So not AS big a difference, but he’s still beeg.

* Whenever his pretty kitty was anywhere near, his typically bored eyes burned molten purple, never failing to pin Y/N with their intensity. He gained the ability to silently command respect and submission from his taichou: Shota Aizawa

* Shinso very much knows how and when to apply his status and capabilities as an alpha to turn situations to his favor. It’s canonical that he’s a talented conversationalist and that it’s hard to refuse to talk to him.

* He met his omega in the typical meet-cute fashion: in a café. Y/N was a student in college, doing their best to get by.

* Oh, that café? It’s a cat café, because of course Shinso went to those on the dl. It was a new one that he had decided to patronize for the first time. It had everything he wanted, it was quiet, homey, and filled to the brim with kitties of all shapes and colors.

* His tail flicked in contentment, a deep rumbling sigh escaping his strong chest. His claws flexed out and sharp fangs bared in a lazy yawn while he loitered near the register. That was when he saw them, the swish of a silky bottle-brush tail as his kitten backed out of the kitchen door into the counter behind them with a surprised chirp.

* “Oh my goodness! I am so sorry, I didn’t notice I had a customer!” Y/N set the sheet with fresh pastries down hastily before moving to stand behind the display case in wait for his order.

* “What can I get started for ya?” Y/N asked with a nervous smile, shifting from foot to foot and ears swiveling towards him, waiting for an answer.

* While Shinso couldn’t truly purr like the adorable omega neko in front of him could, his chest rumbled with an amused approximation. He scanned them head to toe, from the tips of their pointed fluffy ears, down to the (utterly grabbable) tail he spotted earlier.

* He immediately knew what sweet he hungered for. He would love nothing more than to nibble on this delicious omega kitty. Maybe they’d let him get in a few licks? Maybe a bite or two or ten-

* Yeah, this café had everything he wanted and more.

NSFW AHEAD CHOO CHOO! 🚂

* Breeding goes without saying, his alpha demands it. He lives for his cute little kitty going feral, seeing Y/N yowling for his knot is a sight that can’t be beat.

* He likes to tease his omega by barely slipping in his knot, not enough to fully connect the two of them, but enough to tease and torment his slicked up and desperate omega. When the slick sounds of his knot dragging against their walls fills the room; it’s music to his ears.

* He very much enjoys facefucking and nothing pleases him more than giving his kitten their cream right down their throat ❤️

* He loves seeing Y/N struggle to gulp all his thick cream down, their throat bobbing with the effort to not spill a drop. He cums a LOT.

* Wouldn’t mind gripping on to a pretty collar around Y/N’s neck in a firm grip while he fucks them into the mattress, not quite a choke. However, he’s more than willing to go there if prompted.

* Brat tamer extraordinaire. At even the slightest snotty attitude, he’s dragging Y/N by their cute fluffy tail, binding them up with his capture weapon, and tongue fucks them with his rough sandpaper tongue til they’re sobbing in overstimulation and begging for mercy. He laps up their slick like a delicious smoothie. Sluuuuurrrrpp.

* He loves to tie up and play with his sweet omega all day, setting their every last nerve on fire with almost enough pleasure; and then make them cum so many times that they wail loud enough for the entire apartment complex to hear.

* Shinso could go down on his sweet kitten for hours and not get tired or bored. The only reason he doesn’t is because he knows his omega can’t quite handle his full attentions and depravity. Yet.

* No shame, not even a little. This man will unassemble his omega piece by iece with pleasure, driving them insane with all he’s willing to do, before putting them back together again with sweet kisses and rumbling chuffs.

* Y’all sleep for like 20 hours afterwords lmao

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[regretthatsme]

Looney's Sister - Harry Potter x Fem!Lovegood!Reader

That's right bitches, bros, and nonbinary hoes. I'm back. I'm so happy that I finished a oneshot. AAAAAAHHHHHHHH! I'm sorry I've taken so long to post. But, it's here now!

Harry didn't know when his fondness for Luna's sister, Y/N, started. He just knew that he liked her a lot. They were quite good friends, actually. A few years ago, she saw him struggling with herbology, which just so happened to be Y/N's strong suit. It quite convenient honestly, especially when you consider the fact that Y/N was have issues in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He knew from the start that his feelings for her were more than platonic. What he didn't expect was for him to fall so hard. But, how could he not when she was so perfect.

Her bubbly personality was so inviting and warm. Her eyes made e/c his favorite color. He adored her laugh; it sounded like a beautiful melody. Her smile was just as stunning.

Godric, I'm whipped, he thought. There was one issue, though. He couldn't for the life of him ask her out, ironic for a Gryffindor. What if she doesn't like me? How do I ask her out?

His mind would race into the late hours of the night, wondering how he would work up the courage to ask her out. He knew she wouldn't like something big and extravagant, for she had trouble processing lots of information at once, much like her sister. Her sister!

Harry wondered how he never thought of asking Luna before. I mean, their personalities mirrored each other almost perfectly. He quickly ran to the forbidden forest. Luna spent most of her time there.

"Hello, Harry." A dreamy voice called to him.

"Hello, Luna."

"Is there a reason you are here?"

"Umm... yeah." Harry's face became very hot suddenly, a stark contrast to the nippy weather that morning. "I-uh. I should probably come right out and say it, shouldn't I?"

"Yes, that would be most appreciated." Luna responded. Harry couldn't tell if she was sarcastic or not.

"I've fallen deeply in love with your sister, and I was wondering if you knew how I could ask her out."

Luna was clear shocked by this revelation. She thought for a few minutes before replying, "I appreciate your honesty, however I cannot say that I am too pleased with it."

Harry's face fell slightly. "What does that mean?"

"Harry, she's recently had her heart broken by another. I'm sorry, but I do not trust you with her love."

-*-*-*-

He knew he shouldn't be over thinking this. He knew that it was pointless. He knew it was only going to give him stress, but he couldn't stop as much as he tried. Who would dare hurt her? Her? The most caring, beautiful person in Hogwarts?

Needless to say, Harry's eyes were sporting some serious under eye bags the next morning.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Asked Hermione during breakfast, noting the discoloration under her friend's eyes.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"He was up late last night." Said his best friend and roommate, Ronald Weasley.

"No, I wasn't, Ron."

"Okay. Fine. You went to bed at a reasonable time." Ron said before turning to Hermione and mouthing No he didn't. Harry was about to retaliate before a small body sat down next to him. A dreamy voice rendered his speech effectively useless as a flush filled his cheeks.

"Hello Hermione, Ron. Good morning, Harry." She addressed each individually, as she always does. "How are we this morning?"

Ron smirked a small bit at his friend's face. "Oh, I'm splendid." He remarked, chuckling slightly at his friend's state. "What about you, Harry?"

Y/N seemed to perk up at the name. Her head turned to him, only now noticing the rosy hue on his cheeks. "Oh dear, you don't look so well." Her voice was distinctly quieter, almost as if she only wanted him to hear. Her hand slowly came up to feel his forehead. "You're absolutely scalding! And it's clear you haven't gotten any sleep."

She panicked slightly.

Ron tried to hold in a laugh. "Oh, yes. Harry was hacking and wheezing last night. It was horrible."

Harry's eyes were about the size of saucers. "What are you doing?" He whispered.

"Trust me." He mouthed back.

"He's in no shape to go to class. Someone must take care of him." Harry just realized what Ron was trying to do. Wanker.

"I would, but Hermione and I have a test first period." Hermione nodded too, quickly becoming aware of his scheme. "Looks like you're going to need to take care of him. I really wish I could help."

Y/N's eyes never left Harry's face. "Be sure to tell the teachers about Harry's predicament." She said as she dragged him out of the great hall, despite his protests. She knew the password was as she was a frequenter of the Gryffindor common room. He was led to his dorm and was forced onto the bed.

"Y/N, I'm gonna tell you one more time. I'm not-"

"Shhhhhh." She cut him off. "Harry, relax. I can't remember the last time you did." She did have a point. He couldn't remember the last time he had a stress free hour, much less day. "I'm going to go to the kitchen and whip up something. Get some rest, alright?" He nodded his head. His eyelids slowly fluttered and closed. He didn't really dream, but he felt a sort of presence. It felt like a giant hug.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he woke to the sound of Y/N closing his bedroom door. "I made a soup with some clowort root mixed in. It should help with your symptoms." She said. "And, there is some water to wash it all down."

"You never cease to amaze me." He said rather bluntly in his sleepy delirium. He took a spoonful of the soup. It tasted quite like the food in the great hall, but there was something distinctly different from it. There was an unmistakable taste of... home. He quickly went for more.

"Slow down, Harry!" Y/N's volume raised ever so slightly. "Consuming large amounts of clowort root can lead to some unwanted side effects."

"Like what?"

She gestured for him to lead forward, as if telling him a secret. "People tend to make quite irrational decisions when copious amounts of clowort are in their system." She pulled back and gave a stern yet loving gaze.

"I don't know. I've eaten a decent amount and I don't feel a thing." He said indifferently. She simply rolled her eyes and looked away from him.

"Hey. I uh... I heard from Luna that you had some trouble with a boy and I'm here if you need to talk or anything." He knew that he probably shouldn't invite his crush to talk openly about a romantic partner she had, but he would listen to her talk about anything and everything just to hear her voice.

"Oh. It's nothing. Just a stupid fling that hadn't even lasted a month." Y/N said, her eyes becoming more solemn looking.

"It's just... if I had a girlfriend," especially one as perfect as you, "I would treat her better than that."

"I can see the brash decision making has already taken effect." Y/N jokes lightly, but only was laughing at it.

"I'm serious, you know." He said, grabbing her hand and lacing her fingers through his.

"Harry, you're not thinking straight-"

"Ever since we met each other and you helped me with your helped me with my homework. You were so kind."

"Harry, please don't-"

"I understand if you don't feel the same way, I wouldn't be so keen on falling in love someone who nearly dies every other weekend either, but I needed you to-"

"Harry." Her voice was ferm enough to cut off his incoherent ramblings. Her thumb brushed against the back of his hand. "You're not well. You're saying things you don't mean-"

"No, I'm not-"

"Harry, I can't have my heart broken again." Her eyes held a certain glossiness to it that he hadn't seen before. Her voice was almost breaking. "You are amazing and sweet and beautiful and... well, words can hardly describe how much I admire you. But," Her eyes darted around the room, trying to avoid eye contact. "You're just doing this because you're sick and under the influence. You don't mean it-"

"Yes, I do!" Harry giggled slightly. He was getting a bit frustrated at this point. "What do I have to do to prove it to you?"

She looked deep into his emerald eyes. They say eyes are the window to the soul, and they weren't lying. Every emotion, every thought running through his pretty head, everything could be seen in them. It was so intense, she could only make eye contact for a few seconds.

"Nothing." Y/N whispered. Harry's head snapped to her. "I believe you, Harry." They sat in silence for a while, processing the revelation that just took place. It was a bit awkward. Okay, very awkward. The apprehension of the unknown was creeping upon them. Now what? Where do we go from here?

Harry was the first to make a move. He held his arm out, inviting her join him on his, rather small in hindsight, bed. She happily accepted and curled into his side. She was practically on top of him due to the size of the bed, yet he couldn't be happier. Neither could she.

Bonus:

"HARRY JAMES POTTER, WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" Y/N was positive that Luna's cries could be heard throughout the entire castle.

"Luna, please calm down-" She tried to console.

"GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER!"

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