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dimensionwriter · 4 years

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Mechanical Heart

Part Seven

Male Android x F! Reader

Warning: None

Word Count: 1852

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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You gripped the handles on your office chair as Axel stood in front of you with his arms folded. You didn’t know if you were supposed to talk first or him, but whatever was supposed to happen hasn't yet, only leaving you in this insufferable silence.

“I’m sorry for earlier,” you whispered, staring down. Axel still stood there and didn’t move a muscle. “I know you were trying to help me and I was being over emotional again. I’ll try to improve myself.”

Axel finally moved. He uncross his arm and walked forward. Squatting down, he rested his arms on the desk while leaning towards you. Your head was still down, afraid of what he was going to type.

He leaned forward a little more until his upper half was on the desk. You shrunk into the seat as his screen was right there in front of your face. You flickered your eyes up to see words flooding his screen.

“You aren’t over emotional, you’re perfectly fine. Emotions are perfectly normal for humans. It’s just me who needs to adapt to it,” he wrote in the same normal font, but had some curve to it. You scooted up in your chair as you shook your head at him.

“No, you’re fine too. I need to understand your morals too,” you spoke with a reassuring smile. He dropped his screen onto his folded arms. “I guess we both got to just get used to working with someone of the other species.”

Axel's head dropped down slightly as his finger balled into a fist. He seemed to be battling to say something. Quietly shaking his head, he lifted his screen proudly up and began to type. “Yeah, it’s just that I think I’m starting to feel-”

The door slid open and you both jumped. Axel almost fell off the desk before standing straight up. You leaned back into the chair to seem normal.

Spinning the chair nonchalantly towards the door, you were met with Screw standing at the door. A neutral face emoticon came onto their screen as they rotated their head between Axel and you.

“I hate to ruin your moment, but we need to do a drug bust and you two were the ones chosen,” he wrote slowly while tilting his screen from Axel and you. You hoped he wasn't getting the wrong idea right now.

"Of course, give us the address we will be right there," you said in what you thought was a normal voice, but it was pitched up and spoken too fast. You jumped out of your chair and walked towards Screw.

"I sent it to Axel," he wrote in a big font while looking at Axel. Axel gave a swift nod in understanding. He turned around and walked over to a cabinet in the corner that held all your weapons and supplies.

Tapping your shoulder, you turned around to see Screw writing extremely fast on his screen. "I see you two loose screws finally talked it out. And about what you asked for earlier, I changed my mind. I think it would be a lot more fun if you didn't have it. I prefer for the tension to keep rising."

Tension? What tension was he talking about? You know what, this is Screw you're talking about.

"I actually didn't want it anymore, anyways. And I don't know what you mean by tension, but I'm sure it will go away," you whispered with your head held high. A laughing emoticon appeared on his face followed by a gif of a lady smirking.

"Oh trust me, this tension will grow even more. I shall enjoy watching every moment of it," he said with an exaggeration in his use of cursive. Lifting a hand, you boldly flicked his screen. He may be your boss, but he sure doesn't act like it.

A hand grabbed your shoulder and spun you around. Axel was standing there with a bunch of equipment in his hand. He placed a majority of it on the table before leaving only what looked to be a bulletproof tank top.

"Lift your arms," he wrote slowly raising up the vest. Was he about to dress you? You are not a little child, plus you don't need one of those.

"Axel, I'm not putting that on," you said nicely while gently pushing it away. An opposing force went against you causing the tank top to be pushed towards you.

"They might have guns and you can be damaged if struck with a bullet," he wrote slowly pushing it towards you. You shook your head and pushed it harder.

A bullet proof tank top is a lot better than the old vest they used to use. However, it was still uncomfortable to wear and restricted a lot of your upper movement. You wanted to be at the top of your game for Axel. You didn't need anything holding you back.

"Please, put on the protective gear," he wrote with that sharper font with a slight red gradient at the bottom of his word. It's the chair situation all over again. However, this time you won't be a brat about.

"Fine, I'll put on the vest. But there's no way in hell I'm putting on the pants," you growled out pointing to the familiar fabric on the table. It was the equivalent of cement formed like pants.

Axel glanced at the pants then back at the tank top. Numbers began flowing across his face as he stared down at the tank top in his hands. His head spun 90 degrees to the pants on the table.

"After calculating all the possibilities, it would be safest for you to put on this item due to most of your internal organs being there. Although, I will bring the pants along in case of an emergency." He scrolled down a little to allow you to see the words. You narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms.

"I'm not wearing the pants," you said firmly. Axel froze as he looked around the room. His eyes landed on something causing you to look over too. He seemed to be focusing on the bean bag in the corner.

"If you wear the pants, I will get the second chair," he proposed with the word 'chair' bolded. How lowly does Axel view your will power? You were not some weak minded human. It's not like he would even use the chair like you intended, so why would you cave in?

You stood in front of Screw with the bullet proof tank top and pants on. Your old black police jacket was thrown on top black.

"Hey, Screw. When are we getting our new department jackets?" You asked pointing with your thumb to the back of your jacket. It's kind of weird that you guys made a big deal about the combining, but the public still sees you in your old uniform.

"We're working on a design," they wrote in an italicized font that wasn't as dramatically cursive like their usual one. Their screen turned behind you before turning back to you. Why were they acting so weird?

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist before you were slightly tugged back into a firm chest. You stood there in shock as Axel leaned closer to you. His screen had a slight pink hue to it that was barely noticeable; his screen appeared to be black, but there was a light pink colour reflecting off his jacket.

"Um, Axel?" You asked tilting your head forward to look at his face. Axel seems hesitant to turn his screen towards you.

"I was putting on the utility belt for you. Or would you prefer only the gun holster?" His words were written in that same old grey times new roman font making his intention feel innocent, but the arms around your waist and feeling of his body around yours said otherwise.

Stop it. He's an android. He doesn't know any better. Don't even begin to think that this is supposed to be intimate. It's normal.

"Oh, yeah I think the holster would be fine," you wheezed out with a forced smile. His arms departed from you and you let out a small breath you didn't know you were holding.

"So… are you going to keep denying this tension?" As soon as you read the words, they made them disappear. "Yeah, this mission shouldn't be that bad. Lots of reports about this building that we believe could be a hideout of some drug dealers."

It felt like you got whiplash from how fast they changed that attitude. You did need that information because Axel didn't seem like the type to give you everything and just shorten it. However, how can they go from talking about this random tension to the mission?

Axel's arms slowly slithered around your waist and once again, you were slightly tucked into his chest. You pretended he wasn't there as Screw continued to give information.

We were to first scoop around the area and see if there's truly anything suspicious. There is already confirmation, but we just need to be sure.

Wow, Axel is taking a while to put this thing on.

With confirmation, we will try to break it up and arrest everyone. Scan their faces to put it into the program. If we need backup-

Axel's body was definitely closer and his screen was laying against your shoulder. He's an android. He's an android. He doesn't do emotions like that.

There are polices stationed around just in case things get out of hand. So we just have to tap the backup button on my holster or Axel just send it out. It should go smoothly, just in case.

Axel finally slid away and you felt like you just ran a marathon. Your heart felt like it was trying to fight your rib cage right now. Not to include sweat pouring out of every pore.

"Officer, are you okay?" Screw wrote in bold letter and that bright gold colour. The cursive was so exaggerated that you could tell it was written in a teasing tone. As to push their teasing, they released a slight whirring sound that sounded too similar to cackling. "The tension getting to you?"

A gentle hand was placed on your shoulder and now it was your turn to hesitantly turn towards it. Axel screen was completely black except for the words written: "What's wrong? Are you catching a human sickness?"

"No, nothing. We should be heading out," he said with a tight smile. His posture tensed up and he looked about ready to type something. Taking that window of opportunity, you grabbed his arm and headed towards the door.

Screw gave you a mocking two finger salute that you returned with a glare. You were quick to pass by them before they could type anything else.

You had a feeling on what they meant by that tension. Although, they were mistaken to think that it was between you two. It was more one sided and it was all from your end.

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Here's another one. I didn't realize I was already on part seven. It don't know if this series is getting too long. It might be getting around time.

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millerbenny-moved · 5 years

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color palette gifset tutorial

hello hello! i have a tutorial like this already, but it’s more of a gradient of one color of your choosing than picking a color palette and trying to get those specific colors for your gifset (which is what this’ll be!)

i’ll go over how i get the correct color & get two gifs to match.

i’ll be using these two as an example (from this gifset)

also, maybe donate to my ko-fi? i’m currently in need of a new laptop (again) ugh. it would be greatly appreciated! xx

the first thing to do would be to find a color palette you want to use. i love using the ones on colourlovers!

the best thing, when looking for scenes to screencap for your gifs, is to find ones with a background either A) close to the color you need or B) a color that you can easily manipulate without effecting the subject of the gif (so anything but red/yellow if there’s a human in the gif, like my victor one, to avoid screwing up skintones).

for both of these, i have blue/cyan backgrounds, which can easily be changed to purple!

the one with victor was the hardest to get how i wanted, so i’ll be explaining that one in more depth.

start with your very basic coloring, however you do it. mine is just a curves and levels layer

since cyan is so easily turned to purple with a selective color layer, we’ll use that to change the background color. before that, i like to add a layer (above the selective color layer we’ll be using) and take the hex color from the color palette (in this case it’s #A5AAD9) and color overtop the gif

this way we can see what color we want while manipulating the background. so i adjusted the cyans & blues

we’ll add another selective color layer and drag the layer w the dot on it (for me that’s layer 2) above that one

and adjust the neutrals

the colored dot is blending into the background which is good! that means we’re really close to the right color. using neutrals messed w victor’s skin tone, so in the same selective color layer we just used, i’ll adjust the reds:

i added another selective color layer (again, making sure the layer with the color dot is above it, otherwise we’ll be adjusting that color, which isn’t what we want!) and changed the neutrals and reds again

now i’m pretty satisfied with this, but the left side and the upper righthand corner isn’t the right color, so i added a layer and colored around victor w the hex color we’re trying to get

this technically works, but i’m not a fan of how it looks, so i changed the layer setting to soft light (and turned off the layer w the dot)

it’s still not perfect, so i added a gradient fill w the hex color we want, so the gradient is coming from the top

and used the layer mask to color over victor

i added another gradient fill and made it come from the left side and used a layer mask to color over everything but the left side of the background

and ta-dah! the final product

now getting the second gif to match it pretty easy, since i do the same process for all of them. the biggest thing is to work with them side-by-side, so you can see how they look next to each other!

(and as you can see, i only ended up needing two selective color layers for the second one! easy peasy!)

i really hope this helps! it’s the same process for any color. if it’s a more drastic change, for example, blue to red:

i’d recommend using a hue/saturation layer to initially change the color and then selective color layers to fine tune the color to the shade you need!

as always my other tutorials can be found here and if you have any questions, feel free to stop by my inbox and ask, follower or not xx

#yeahps #chaoticresources #completeresources #resourcehive #ps tutorial #coloring tutorial #gif tutorial #mine

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fragmentedink-archived · 5 years

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Hell to Pay: Part Three

I, II

A/N: trigger warning for eating disorders and lack of compassion and respect thereof. These characters opinions and voices do not reflect the writers, and are overall just assholes

A/N II: chapter also includes smut *dabs* proceed with caution

Lev hadn’t been to the beach since before his parents died. He hadn’t realized this until the morning he’d agreed to go. If nothing else, he felt like he should have been more bothered by this, but all he felt was strangely uncomfortable. He didn’t even have a swimsuit. The best he could do was a pair of cut off shorts. They were much shorter than he remembered, and he was starting to wonder if Amara had somehow gotten ahold of them. That or it’d been a very long time since he’d worn them.

Maybe a combination of the two.

Lev now found himself meandering the boardwalk. He wasn’t sure where on the beach he was supposed to meet Nik. He hadn’t gotten a straight answer out of Nik if Cameron was coming or not. Nik was not really a useful person to text, Lev had come to discover, unless he wanted a bunch of food emojis. Nik was quite skilled with those.

Lev twisted, squinting to see if he could spot Nik. He was feeling more and more dumb, wandering mindlessly like this. He certainly wasn’t comfortable. He wasn't sure why he'd let Amara dress him. He wasn't one for tank tops, much less ones missing so much on the sides. One day he was going to stop letting Amara push him out of his comfort zone.

Maybe he should just... text Nik. Maybe he’d get an answer that was actually words. It was better than wandering the crowds, growing more and more uncomfortable with the amount of people around him he didn’t recognize. He sorely missed his hoodie.

With that in mind he fished his phone out of his pocket, and started looking for the last text conversation with Nik.

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Cameron wasn’t really used to being at the beach during the day. This was absolutely Nik’s domain. The sand, the sun, the ocean. But he did enjoy it enough to come. Even if he did feel a little stiff in the fitted black tank top and black trunks.

A little… exposed.

But it was either that, or risk dying of overheating.

Nik’s phone buzzed beside him. Cameron instantly looked over his shoulder to see who was texting Nik. Despite the ridiculous nickname, he could tell it was Levant that he was texting, solely by the sheer amount of innuendo used.

Though that was pretty par for the course for Nik with anyone he texted. But the nickname at the top of the screen ‘🐔💩’ was enough of an indication to who he was talking to.

Lev: Where are you at?

Nik: 🤜🏽👌🏽

Nik’s phone buzzed again.

Lev: What? I. Don’t know what that means. Does that mean you’re on the boardwalk??

Nik: 😩😩😩

Lev: No? You're not on the boardwalk?

Cameron snorted and shook his head. "Are you going to be helpful and give him our location?" Cameron asked.

Nik lifted a shoulder, and kept sending crude emojis to Lev. "Think he knows what I'm even saying?"

"Nikolas, half the time I don't even know what you're saying."

"That's because when you think I'm talking too much you put your cock in my mouth," Nik said, thumbs flying over the keypad of his phone.

“I don’t see you complaining,” Cameron said, looking through the throng of people.

“Can’t complain when I’m choking,” Nik countered, snorting at the growing confusion from Lev.

“I don’t think you have had a gag reflex in the last twenty years,” Cameron observed, dryly.

“True enough,” Nik said. “But I was making a point.”

Rolling his eyes, Cameron looked past a group of humans. Gods, he hadn’t been around so many humans in so long, but he supposed it could be a hell of a lot worse. He stopped in place when he scented the anxiety fueled vanilla and cinnamon scent. “Found him.”

Nik shoved his phone in a pocket in his dark red swim trunks. “Excellent.”

They pushed past a couple, or rather, the humans gave him a wide berth. Nik started forward and grabbed the dark haired angel by his hips and whispered, “Hello.”

Lev jerked away, so violently, Cameron was impressed he didn’t just fall on his face. Nik started laughing. “Stars above, Lev. You’re just a skittish cat.”

“Maybe you should change his contact name, then,” Cameron said.

Lev’s face burned a pale gold, wide golden eyes on Nik. “Don’t sneak up on people!” he said, more distressed than he had a right to be.

“But where’s the fun in that?” Nik said, with a biting grin. “Good to keep people on their toes.”

“You’re being mean,” Lev said, frowning. But those golden eyes turned to Cameron, looking him over quickly. “You came.”

Cameron wasn’t looking at his face, though. He was looking at his clothes- specifically the cut off shorts that ended at his midthigh. He frowned, in distaste. “What the hell are you wearing?”

“...clothes?” Lev said, face etched with enough confusion, he looked down at what he was wearing. “What's wrong with them?”

“They deserve to be burned,” Cameron said.

“Oh,” Lev said, in a small voice. “I’m-” he cut himself off, looking at Nik, meaningfully. Nik shook his head. Closing his mouth, Lev looked back up at Cameron. “It was the only beach thing I had,” he said, lamely.

Cameron considered that. He supposed, he couldn’t blame Lev for a shitty taste in clothes if his options were limited. Nik had no excuse, it was why Cameron had burned ninety percent of Nik’s clothes when he arrived in The Obsidian Court. No lover of his was going to have clothes that did nothing other than make Cameron’s eyes bleed. “There’s a boutique open down the boardwalk,” he said. “I’m getting you something decent.”

“Then we can start our date,” Nik said. “Don’t take it personally. Cameron’s a snob.”

Lev blinked slowly. “This is a date?” Cameron said no, just as Nik said yes. Lev looked even more confused. “It- it doesn’t have to be,” he said, quickly. “And you don’t have to spend money on me. I- I’m. I have my own money, that is.”

“Then why are your clothes so bad?” Cameorn asked, flatly enough, Lev slightly flinched.

“I don’t have anyone to dress up for,” Lev finally said, brushing his fingers down his grey cut out tank top that hung loose on his frame. The sides were cut far enough that Cameron could see down nearly to the waistline of his jean shorts. He frowned at the faint outline of Lev’s ribs. “I’d rather dress for comfort.”

Cameron’s eyes narrowed. “Sure.”

Nik wrapped his arm around Lev’s waist, and Cameron’s- but avoided his upper back. “Allright, let’s go get you some good threads so we can get started. I want food, and I want to swim. Preferably and also get laid, but right now. I want to get this going!”

Nik started dragging them down the boardwalk, yelling at people to get out of their way. Cameorn ignored the wide eyes on him, Lev seemed to duck his head and apologize to the bystanders. Cameron had been out in the sun for less than an hour and he could feel his skin already start to burn.

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Lev was still not sure how he ended up in this boutique. It was only just occurred to him he should be a little bothered at how much his clothes bothered Cameron. A little too late, though, because Lev had already been dragged into the boutique by Nik, and honestly the air conditioning was nice. He flicked a glance at Cam, frowning at the pinkening skin he could see, but in the end just returned his attention to the options before him.

“What... exactly are we looking for again?” he finally asked.

Cameron’s dry look was enough to make him wince, and that was before he said, “Suitable, palatable beach wear.”

Lev screwed up his face before he could stop himself. “I don’t remember the last time I went to the beach being this much of an ordeal.” He picked up a very large pair of sunglasses, fiddling with them to keep himself from trying them on for the hell of it. “Though I was very small at the time, so maybe that’s why.” He carefully put them back, before he broke them on accident. “I suppose it's no better that I wanted to wear my regular jeans. Mar talked me out of it.”

He glanced back at the other two, only to give a small bark of laughter, startled. Nik had three different pairs of sunglasses stacked on top of each other, and at least four different hats. Cameron didn’t look amused, but something told Lev he rarely did even if he was. If Cameron’s mouth had twiched up a little, well surely that was Lev’s imagination.

“Is my shirt okay, at least? Mar’ll be mad if I lose it or something.”

Something about Cameron’s heavy gaze, sweeping him from head to toe, made Lev shiver, and not in a bad way. “It’s perfect.”

Oh. Well then.

Cameron had continued, though, adding, “It’s the jorts that have to go.”

Lev glanced down, anxiously plucking at a loose thread before he nodded once. “Okay,” he said, moving deeper into the store. Boutique. Whatever. He poked around for a little bit before looking over at Cameron again. “Is there anything else offensive I should avoid?”

He definitely didn’t imagine how Cameron’s mouth curved up some. “Nothing too hideous, I imagine. Though, with your coloring, I'd avoid neon colors. It'll make you paler.”

Nik peered at Cameron between the second and third set of sunglasses. “Aren't you literally the color of snow though?”

Lev pursed his lips, not sure if he was hiding a smile himself or not. “I don’t like bright colors anyway. Not on me. Too much attention.”

"Oh, same," Nik said, as if he weren't already wearing something (many somethings) that would draw attention to himself. "But then again, I look good in anything."

Ah. He meant the bright colors, not the attention. That made sense.

Lev focused on his options. Hated decisions, but maybe if he narrowed it down, he’d have an easier time. After another minute of rifling through the trunks he ended up pulling out one with a grey gradient pattern, getting lighter as it neared the bottom. He eyed it longingly. Maybe decisions were easier than he expected.

"I don't know what size I am now," he admitted abruptly, squinting at the tags. "It's been years since I bought clothes, and I've slimmed down since." Slimmed down was a nice way to put it. He didn't know any other angel who was this sort of skinny. Slender, sure, but that was from effort on their part. Lev just... Lev didn't want to think about it. He turned his attention to Cameron rather than give Nik the satisfaction of getting attention for his antics. "Do we have time for me to try some on or should I just guess? I think I can figure it out."

Cameron's heavy expression was unreadable, but he didn't sound annoyed when he said, "We have time," so Lev gathered up a couple different sizes and scooted towards the back, where the changing rooms were.

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Following after Lev, Cameron looked over his shoulder to check on Nik, to make sure that he wasn’t going to get himself into too much trouble while Cameron was with Lev. But Nik was looking at him between the aisles, grating smile curved on his face. He shooed them back with a wave of his fingers and turned back to the display of obnoxiously colored sunglasses, unfazed by the questioning look from the lady behind the counter.

It was easier than he thought, to follow Lev back into the small changing room. Cameron shut the wooden door behind them, and took the pair of trunks from Lev’s hand. Those golden eyes went up to his, slightly widened and confused. “Are…” Cameron’s fingers clenched Lev’s shirt and he pressed him to the wall. The angel managed a little breathless, “Oh,” when Cameron pressed his nose in Lev’s neck.

For the last thirty minutes, this was exactly where Cameron had wanted to be. It was driving him up the wall, and had been for the last six days. The meetings back to back yesterday were blurred around the edges because he was trying to chase a scent he couldn’t find.

Cameron thoroughly made Nik regret teasing him about it.

Cinnamon and vanilla flooded his nose. Lev was stiff and loose at the same time beneath him. He could feel Lev’s body heat against his fingers. Lev tucked his head against Cameron’s shoulder, obviously trying to stop himself from scenting him back. Cameron lightly bit down on Lev’s neck, drawing a startled squeak out of Lev. He pulled back and looked down at Lev. Lev’s face was already flushed. He slipped his hand down Lev’s chest, fingers hooking into the waist of those awful shorts. “Do you want me to get on my knees and suck you off?” Cameron asked, in a low voice.

Lev’s eyes somehow went bigger. “Is that… allowed?”

“Does it matter?”

“I suppose...not?”

“Is that a yes?” Cameorn asked, with a sharp tug. “Or a no?”

“It- yes. It’s a yes. But-”

“If you say anything after that ‘but’ I am leaving you with a hardon in this changing room. Understand?”

Lev’s mouth snapped shut. He nodded.

Cameron felt his mouth curve up. It was rather easy, getting people to stop talking. With Nik, he always presented a challenge. But even then it wasn’t hard with a gag or a well placed toy. Then he was either quiet, or a mess and amusing. A win-win.

Sinking to the floor, Cameron brought Lev’s shorts and underwear down with him. Lev was already half hard, and he could see Lev’s chest rising and falling steadily as he pressed a hand to the wall. A smile curled on Cameron’s face.

He started slow. Running his warm fingers down Lev’s cock gently, drawing a quiet gasp out of Lev. Cameron wrapped his fingers around him, stroking. Lev bit his lip hard enough, Cameron wondered if he was going to break the skin. “If you need to grab my hair, do it. But don’t make any noise,” Cameron said, little more than a whisper.

Lev seemed thankful for something to ground him, but Cameron had already turned his attention back to the cock in his hand. Lev's fingers moved to Cameron’s hair, already clinging and trembling slightly.

Taking Lev into his mouth, he started slow, easy; lazy. It was far too easy to get Lev worked up, but Cameron wasn’t surprised. Anyone who was 95% anxiety on a good day was easy to get going. Nik was the same way, in most cases.

Lev’s fingers in his hair gradually tightened, his breath picking up in staccatos. Cameron brushed a hand up Lev’s stomach, under his shirt, carefully keeping him pressed to the wall and not sliding down to the floor.

Cameron picked up his pace, taking Lev down to the base. He looked up beneath his pale eyelashes; Lev’s free hand was pressed hard against his lips. Cameron wouldn't be surprised if there were teeth marks left over by the end of this.

He worked his mouth, drawing out as many pants and soft whines as he could, watching Lev’s legs start to tremble. Fingers tugged mindlessly at his hair as Cameron’s cheeks hollowed. Lev made a small, choked sound when Cameron dug his fingers into the back of Lev’s thigh, bringing him deeper, fuller into his mouth. Lev wasn’t going to last much longer. He was probably going to turn into a puddle of jelly by the time Cameron was done with him.

Or slick, as it were.

Cameron wondered if Lev was drawing blood on his own hand. He had Lev pinned back hard enough, his hips couldn't buck, he was nearly immobilized. Lev panted against his hand and Cameron sucked harder. This time a bitten off whimper came from the angel. Cameron looked up to see Lev’s head fallen back against the wall.

A few well placed licks, a flick of his tongue, his nails biting into the meat of Lev’s thigh, had Lev breaking apart in his mouth. The angel's cries of completion were smothered by Lev’s hand as Cameron swallowed the warm come that slid down his throat.

Cameron sucked him through his orgasm before calmly wiping the excess come from his mouth with a forefinger and his thumb and wiped his hand on the discarded shorts on the ground. Cameorn moved Lev’s hips so he sat on the changing room bench before collapsing down onto the ground. Lev gulped in air, eyes bright with unshed tears. “I’m. Wow. Was that… okay?”

“You tell me, you were the one getting the blowjob.”

“Right,” Lev said, barely audible.

Cameron went through the pairs of swim trunks Lev had brought with them. Cameron felt his mouth twitch into a frown at the sizes, but said nothing and eyed Lev’s still flushed frame before tossing the second to smallest pair to him. “Try those.”

Lev clumsily scrambled into the pair. Cameron looked him up and down, tugged at the waistline, then tied the strings, knotting them. He gave him a thorough look over before nodding in satisfaction. “Much better,” Cameron said, bunching up the discarded underwear and shorts. He put them in Lev’s hands. “Come on, we’re getting food.”

He didn’t leave room for argument- not that he was convinced Lev was capable of it. Cameron left the changing room, leaving Lev to follow after him on his own. Cameron found Nik leaning against the counter with five sunglasses on his face, three large floppy hats on his head and two feather boas around his neck. The lady behind the counter looked ready to launch herself into the sun. “Can- Can I help you? Is this…. Gentleman your friend?”

“Unfortunately,” Cameron said, digging his wallet out of his pocket. “Nikolas put your things on the counter.”

Nik grumbled but began removing the rainbow of merchandise from his neck and head and put them on the counter. He grabbed another big floppy hat from the other side of the room, with a large sunflower on the side, and dropped it down on his things before getting the tag off Lev’s trunks. “Here you are.”

The woman began ringing up the items. When Cameron had the bill paid and got another bag for Lev’s pants, Nik put the large sunflowered hat on Lev’s head. “So you don’t burn your delicate skin.”

Lev looked at Cameron as they exited the boutique. “What about him?”

“If Nik puts one of those hats on my head,” he offhandedly said, "I will smother him in his sleep. Sunscreen and healing works just fine. I don’t need to wear those ugly hats.”

Nik plucked a pair of red sunglasses from his bag and put them on his face. “Speak for yourself,” he said, “You’re already starting to burn you pasty snowflake.”

Cameron gave him a withering glare. “You’ll think ‘burn’ when I toss you into a fire pit tonight.”

Nik grinned at him. “Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep, Cam. I might think you’re leading me on.”

Cameron rolled his eyes and slipped on a pair of black sunglasses. “Shut up, angel.” Nik laced his hands with Cameron and Lev. Cameron thought about moving away, but ultimately allowed it. But he looked over at Lev on Nik’s other side. “We’re getting food. Nik, where’s that restaurant you like?”

“El Bajío,” Nik siad, grin splitting his face. “Best carnitas I’ve ever had. You’ll love it,” he said, to Lev. “And thank the stars because keeping the clerk busy while you two were screwing around in the changing rooms was exhausting work. So now you both owe me good food.”

Cameron got them into his car, a black on black Gallardo Nera. It was ten minutes of driving in heavy traffic with Nik chattering in the passenger seat. Lev was behind them in the backseat, silently holding onto his large hat as he watched out the window.

The inside of the restaurant was filled to the brim at this hour, families chattering and laughing. A few eyes looked at him and instantly fell away. But Cameron ignored it and got a booth in the back of the room. Nik’s wings were tucked in tight, but Cameron didn’t miss him casing the room while pushing up his sunglasses.

They took their seats. When the waitress came with their menus, Cameron watched Lev open his, before even touching the one in front of him. Lev flipped through the menu carefully, eyes flicking from prices and pictures. He looked up at Cameron staring him down for less than a heartbeat before returning pointedly to his menu, nearly shrinking behind it. But Lev cleared his throat and quietly ordered the smallest and cheapest thing.

“Actually,” Cameron said, before the woman could look at Nik. “That’s not his order.” Lev’s eyes widened and his mouth pressed to a small line. Cameron plucked the menu from Lev’s hands and flipped through it to find the most expensive dish available. “That. And one of each of the appetizers.”

Nik choked on his glass of water, but wisely said nothing, even if a grin tugged at his mouth. He was clearly aware of Cameron’s intentions. But Lev looked down at the table, not saying a word. Either he was embarrassed or ashamed. Cameorn elected to ignore both, and looked at his own menu. He decided on something simple while Nik ordered a heaping plate.

When she left, Cameron looked at Lev. “Do that again and I’ll be twice as spiteful.”

Nik sighed. “Petty thy name is ‘Cameron’.”

“I have no tolerance for people who starve themselves,” Cameorn said, flatly. Nik's smile instantly vanished and he gave Lev a considering, weighted look.

Lev’s face flushed bright pale gold. “I’m- I’m not. I’m just... trying to be polite?”

“Are you asking me or telling me. I can see your ribs. Nik’s not even that stupid.” Nik’s glare could burn the polar caps. But he ignored it. Cameron leaned back against the booth. “We’re not leaving until you eat enough to satisfy me.”

Lev swallowed visibly. “I’m not,” he said, quickly. “I’m not. It- That’d be an inconvenience. I don’t want to trouble anyone- I hate being a bother, I- I do eat when I’m hungry. At least... when I remember.”

Cameron blinked slowly. He didn’t feel himself get up, and he didn’t feel himself walk out of the restaurant. Cameron went to grab a pack of cigarettes from the dash in his car and went to the alleyway behind the restaurant.

He put a cigarette between his lips, and lit up.

------

Nik saw the minute change in Cameron’s face the moment it happened. He wasn’t sure if Lev saw, but he had. He hadn’t known Cameron long, in all honesty. Maybe a year, but plenty could happen in a year. And he knew enough.

Even if Cameron hadn’t said a word about her to him.

He didn’t ever expect Cameron to either.

Lev’s eyes welled up as soon as Cameron got up from his seat. Nik was up to follow after him a second later. He leaned over the table and looked grabbed Lev’s chin. Tears slipped down Lev’s fair cheeks. “This isn’t your fault.” At least, not totally.

He didn’t give Lev a chance to say anything and went after Cameron. He was able to deduce where to find the demon quickly. And found him in a shadowed corner, smoking a cigarette. It wasn’t often that Nik saw Cameron smoke. But he had seen it enough to pick up the pattern tied to it.

Nik wasn’t going to ask, and he wasn’t going to call attention to the etched marble look imprinted on Cameron’s face. It would backfire. He took the pack of cigarettes from Cameron’s hand and lit one up himself. He inhaled the acrid smoke, let it curl against his lungs. “Ech. You need a better brand.”

“Get your own, then.”

Nik shrugged. “I could, but then who’d smoke all yours?”

Cameron rolled his eyes and took a long drag. Cameron's pale eyes looked silver in this light, like flecks of stars shining against the darkness. "Then don't bitch."

Nik rolled his eyes, but leaned back against the wall beside him. The silence of the alleyway cut through him, as they stood and finished off their cigarettes.

---

By the time Cameron and Nik came back, the waitress had brought two of the appetizers. Lev was picking at the first, trying to make a dent in it. He was hyper aware of the two returning, but he kept his gaze on the food in front of him. It settled in his stomach heavily, nearly as heavy as the guilt in his chest. He still didn't understand what had upset Cameron, not really, but no matter what Nik said, he was still convinced it was somehow his fault.

Cigarette smoke clung to their scents, invading Lev’s nose and leaving him tense. At least they hadn’t been gone long. Cameron couldn’t have been too upset. Lev couldn’t read Cameron’s expression now, and he wasn’t able to keep eye contact for longer than a heartbeat before he went back to trying to eat the appetizer in front of him.

He managed not to give a distressed sound when the third was delivered.

Somehow.

There just wasn’t any way he could eat all of this, even if he stuffed himself silly.

Nik’s hand snaked into view. Lev looked up quickly, relief easing the anxiety when he realized Nik was digging in. At least he wasn’t alone in this. Even if he could feel Cameron’s stare on him. With conscious effort, he relaxed his shoulders.

By the time the main courses arrived, Lev was definitely starting to feel full, and he hadn’t spoken a peep the entire time. Not even when Nik laughed when he overestimated how spicy the salsa was. It didn’t help that it was supposedly their mildest salsa. Lev wasn’t convinced.

Now that the main course was here, Lev wasn’t sure he could take any more spicy. He eyed it for a moment before he said, more to the table than to a person sitting there, “Can we get some sour cream?”

Nik burst out laughing again. Lev lifted his gaze long enough to shoot Nik a dirty look. Nik waved down the waitress for him, though. Lev wiggled in his seat, relieved.

“Thank you,” Lev said, trying not to grumble. Nik was still chuckling. “Not my fault I’m-”

“A weakling?” Nik snickered.

“Not used to- I wasn’t going to-” Lev flushed deeply, and considered flicking beans in Nik’s face just to get him to stop laughing. In the end he just stood. “I’ll be right back. Bathroom.”

He didn’t miss the look Cameron shot him, but he didn’t really want to think about it too long. He really did have to pee, though. He ducked around tables, tucking his wings close so he didn't bump into somebody. He made it to the bathroom unscathed, and was delighted to find it empty. No one to avoid eye contact with, then.

Or maybe he wasn’t. He looked around. No one, so why was he so sure...? He shook himself and hurried to finish so he could get back to the table. Awkward or not, he did feel safer with the other two.

As he made his way back across the restaurant, he found himself seeking them out immediately. Nik was sprawled in his chair, and Lev couldn’t figure out what he was saying, but there was a certain animation to his face that contrasted with Cameron’s usual stoic expression that Lev couldn’t help but feel a fluttering warmth in his chest.

Someone’s purse tangled around his ankle. He lurched forward, only just managing not to fall on his face. He straightened, face flushed and wings puffed. Better to keep his eyes on the ground, then, not the two men waiting for him to get back over there.

“Shut up,” Lev mumbled when he got back to his seat. Mostly because he knew they’d seen and he’d seen Nik’s grin too. “Pass the sour cream please?”

It did help. The sour cream, that was. Not completely, but bearable. Enough to keep eating, and he did, tried to listen to Nik instead of paying attention to how uncomfortably full he was growing. This was more than he’d eaten in the last week, and he was starting to understand why Cameron was convinced he was starving himself. He wasn’t. He wasn't... but maybe he needed to be better at paying attention.

Lev was just starting to edge up on actually feeling nauseous when Cameron’s voice startled him out of his single minded attempt to keep eating. “That’s enough. Don’t make yourself sick.”

Lev paused, finally lifting his gaze to meet Cameron’s without flinching away. It was impulse to say, “I thought you wanted me to eat,” but it was deliberate, the next bite he lifted to his mouth.

“I wanted you to eat, not gorge yourself.”

Lev didn’t protest the plate being slid out of the range of his fork, but he still blinked at Cameron, brows furrowed. “I don’t... like wasting food.”

Cameron met his gaze steadily longer than Lev was comfortable with (not that that was very long at all) before waving down the waitress.

“We’ll just get a box to go,” Nik said when Cameron didn’t say anything (other than to ask for the check).

Lev could hear the eye roll in Nik’s voice, but he kept his eyes on Cameron. As nervous as he’d been before, as guilty as he’d felt before, he calmed as he gauged Cameron’s reaction. Finally Lev breathed out a quiet, “Thank you.” And then, after a heartbeat, he added, “I still want ice cream. Eventually.”

Nik nudged him enough to get his attention. “Absolutely, it’s on the schedule, but first the beach.”

After some consideration, Lev decided that was a good compromise. He made grabby hands when the boxes were delivered, but Cameron pointedly put the food away himself, leaving Lev nothing to do but watch as the other two packed the leftovers away. Cameron paid, and left a hefty tip too, before herding the other two out the door.

Lev found himself back in the backseat of Cameron's car, a bag of leftover boxes beside him. Now that he was settled he was kind of relieved that he'd stopped eating. He felt warm, and heavy, and it was very easy to tip his head back and close his eyes.

Thankfully the beach itself wasn't far. Though Lev had, once again, forgotten and underestimated how much effort it took to get to the beach. Even with just a bag of towels and the umbrella there was a sense of unwieldy-ness to carrying it all down to their preferred spot as Nik pranced ahead of them. And getting the umbrella in the sand. And then stretching out the towels. Lev enjoyed it, liked how he could work beside Cameron and not have to talk, but by the time they found the ideal spot and had everything set up, Lev was ready to curl up and sit still for a hot minute.

He stretched out on a towel, thinking it'd only be a moment. His wings were tucked loosely, comfortable and not in the way as he rested his cheek on his arms, watching Cameron lazily. He felt warm and fed and safe, and deep inside his omega was purring like mad. He'd forgotten his towels, and this one smelled strongly of Cameron and Nik both.

Lev didn't mean to fall asleep but really, who could blame him?

----

When Nik was sure that Lev was passed out on the towels, he turned to Cameron, who was looking out at the ocean behind his black sunglasses. Cameron’s pale skin nearly glowed from the sunlight- his skin was taking on a pink tinge from his budding sunburn. “So, you going to tell me what all that was about?”

Cameron shrugged. Nik waited for a heartbeat, and when Cameron didn’t say anything, Nik pressed, “You clearly had a reason for having me follow him into the bathroom. Could you not just let him take a piss in peace?”

Cameron’s mouth twitched. “He’s too skinny.”

“And… what? You thought he was going to puke his guts up?”

“I like my boxes checked,” Cameron said, offhandedly. “We detoured for lunch because I wasn’t sure if he was eating enough. I just didn’t expect him to try to eat everything without breathing.”

Nik snorted, derisively. “Sure.”

Cameron dropped his sunglasses to the sand and tugged the black tank top over his head. Nik couldn’t stop himself from staring at the still healing scars across Cameron’s shoulder blades. It had not been that long, in all reality, since Cameron had wound up half dead on Nik’s doorstep, unconscious and covered in black blood.

Nik was still looking for Agra. He wasn’t having much luck at the moment. He might need to employ outside help, but that was going to be tricky without letting Cameron catch on to what he was doing.

Nik watched Cameron start for the ocean, completely ignoring Nik’s lingering questions. Stars. He was a jackass. “Swimming away from your problems won’t do shit,” Nik called after him. “They’ll still be here waiting when you get back.”

Cameron ignored that too. People gave him a wide berth as he waded into the water. Nik sighed deeply when Lev jerked awake from his spot. Nik looked down at him, surveyed the thin arms, and small flash of skin that had revealed itself from Lev’s shirt riding up while sleeping. He was rather skinny. “Sorry,” Nik said, not actually sorry. “Go back to sleep. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

Lev stretched out on the towels, pulling his grey wings in tight as he sat up. His black hair was sticking up in places. “Sorry,” he said, sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“When was the last time you ate, before lunch?” Nik asked, unable to keep the blade sharp edge from his voice. Lev looked back down at the towels, and fidgeted. He had the feeling Lev wished he had taken the out, but it was too late now. Nik always got his answers. It was only a matter of when. “Levant.”

“When we went to the coffeehouse,” Lev said, barely audible over the noise of the beach.

Nik’s blood ran hot. “We didn’t eat anything at the coffeehouse,” Nik snapped. “We just had coffee. So that does not count. Before then?”

Nik had the feeling Lev was close to tears, but honestly? He didn’t care. Nik folded his arms, waiting. It was another moment before Lev slowly said, “With- when I went to dinner- Amara. When I went to dinner....with Amara. Before the club?”

“If I ask her, is that what she will tell me?”

Lev blinked wide eyed up at him. His eyes, like Nik thought, were bright with unshed tears. “I don’t lie,” he said, rather hurt. “I- I’m not a liar.”

Well, he was in awful company then, considering Nik and Cameron both were liars by trade. Amara was certainly no bastion for honesty either. “No, clearly you just starve yourself,” Nik pointed out, flatly. When the tears slipped down Lev’s cheeks, Nik said, “Look, neither Cameron nor I am what you would call mentally stable. We all have shit, but if you are to be a part of any of this? You need to be straight up, because neither of us have the ability to hand hold and walk you through it.”

“I-” Lev swallowed, thickly. “I’m not starving myself. I just… forget. Really. I just don’t want to trouble anyone.”

“Are you making yourself sick?”

“No!” Lev said, half panicked. “No, of course not. I promise. I’m just- I’m just not good at keeping a schedule.”

“Well,” Nik said, “Good thing for Cameron, then, I guess. He thrives on schedules.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to trouble anyone. I- I’ll try to not do it again. Please don’t worry about me.”

Nik made a sound in his throat. “A little late for that,” he mumbled under his breath. “Lev, what did I say about apologizing. Don’t.”

Lev’s mouth snapped shut, and he looked down at his hands in his lap. His knuckles were white from squeezing them too hard. Nik looked out to the water. The water was bright, like the side of a newly minted coin. Much where the beach got its name. At just the right time, the water looked like liquid silver. It was probably one of Nik’s favorite places to come at night. “You ready to go swim? Or do you want to wait any longer?”

“Yeah,” Lev said, a little too quickly. “Let’s go swim. It’s why we’re here, right?”

“Sure,” Nik said, discarding his shirt and sunglasses to the sand, next to Cam’s. Nik pulled Lev up to his feet and dragged him with him to the water.

----

By the time they started to pack up, Lev was exhausted. The good kind, not the kind he was used to. If he ignored the fact that he still felt guilty and anxious and downright awful that his eating habits were clearly distressing Cameron and Nik both, today had been amazing, and he couldn't remember when he'd enjoyed himself more. He wasn't sure he'd gotten all the sand out of his trunks from when Nik buried him in the sand, even after the vigorous dunking Nik had proceeded to give him when he tried to rinse off, but he found he didn't mind that, either.

He was just folding up the towel he’d borrowed, trying to be discreet in how he inhaled the scent that still clung to it, when he noticed a little ice cream cart in the distance. Excitement shot through him. Nik was closest, so he tugged on the bottom of Nik’s shirt.

“Ice cream?” Lev asked when Nik raised his eyebrows. “Please?” He nodded in the direction of the cart, before switching his pleading gaze to Cameron. Couldn’t hurt.

Cameron’s pale gaze flicked to the cart, and then back to Lev. Next thing Lev knew he had a twenty in his hand. Not really what Lev meant, but the only protest he had was a small, “You’re not coming with?”

Cameron didn’t blink. “I’m coming with.”

Nik nudged Lev. “He’s just being dramatic. He likes to show off his money.”

Lev eyed Cameron for a long moment, before taking Nik’s hand and tugging him towards the cart. He slowed when they approached the cart, eyes darting over the menu. Hed fully expected something cheap, premade popsicles and packaged cones, but no. It was a large cart, hand dipped, and Lev found himself overwhelmed by the choices. After staring helplessly for a moment he zeroed in on the vanilla. Two scoops seemed more than enough, and he turned back to Nik and Cameron triumphantly, change in hand.

"I like vanilla best," he said defensively, when he couldn't read Cameron's expression.

Nik snorted loud enough Lev jumped. "Could have fooled us, after the other night."

Lev flushed deeply. Rather than reply to Nik and egg him on accidentally, Lev tried to hand the change back to Cameron. Cameron waved him off.

"Keep it. Buy yourself something to eat later."

That didn't really help Lev’s blush, but when he realized that Cameron was serious, he slowly tucked it in the pocket of his trunks. He took the ice cream from the person scooping it, mumbling an apology for getting distracted and a thank you right after. Nik ended up getting some chocolate monstrosity that Lev was sure was going to topple at any time, and Cameron had gotten himself a simple strawberry cone. Lev couldn't help thinking it was nearly the color of his skin.

"Do... can I- your sunburn. Can I heal it?"

With the sunglasses it was even harder for Lev to interpret Cameron's blank look. "I'm fine."

Lev hesitated. "Are you sure? I mean- It's-" He wilted under Cameron's steady gaze and turned his attention to his ice cream. "Okay." He ate quietly, trying to enjoy the little time he had left with them while they wandered back to finish packing and head to the car.

By the time he was done with his cone, they'd gotten everything back in the trunk, and Lev had gathered his leftovers. He fiddled with the bag for a moment, before glancing between Cameron and Nik. "I- when can I see you again? I liked... I had fun today."

It was Nik who answered. "We've got a busy week. Soon, but I'm not sure when." He considered Lev a moment and then added, "I'll keep in touch."

Lev tried not to be disappointed. "Okay," he said quietly, though he smiled a bit when he was reeled close for a quick kiss. At least he knew Nik didn't hate him. Nik even plopped the sunflower hat on his head before getting in the car. Lev watched them drive away, touching the edge of his hat lightly, before he headed home himself.

---------

That night Nik had watched Cameron when they got home. He didn’t attend the one meeting he had and stayed in the library, working on crossword puzzles for hours. Nik had watched him work meticulously on them with a damned pen. Clearly he was still off from lunch. And Nik already knew where things were going to go when he went to bed.

Cameron came in the room after showering, pale skin starting to peel. His sunburn was setting in and he hadn’t let a healer touch him all day. Angels and demons both had an inborn healing, but demons’ healing wasn’t anywhere near where angels were. Part of Nik thought he should have pushed Cameron to let Lev heal him.

Cameron didn’t bother looking at Nik sprawled on the couch as he went for the bed. “Go sleep somewhere else.”

Nik was not at all surprised. “Cameron.”

He turned around, looked at Nik. His marble etched face was utterly unreadable. “I said go.”

“This is my room too,” Nik said, crossly.

“And this is my house,” Cameron said, flatly. “Tonight is not the night to argue with me, Nikolas. Go sleep somewhere else.”

Nik perched the guitar against the couch and got to his feet. It was a few steps to Cameron. Tucking his wings in tight, Nik looked up at him. “Let me stay.”

“Last time you stayed when I told you to go, I bit you,” Cameron said. “Has all your partying caused memory loss? Or do you not remember that my venom will make you hallucinate?”

The last time Nik woke him up from a nightmare, he had bitten Nik. Those memories- those hallucinations were the byproduct of venom that caused extremely lucid visions, making fears palpable and all too real. Nik was in no hurry to test that out again any time soon. He had never been more afraid in his life. “That won’t happen this time,” Nik pushed. “I won’t touch you.”

Cameron’s mouth thinned. It was nearly half a minute of staring down an alpha before Cameron relented. “Fine. If you get bit, I don’t want to hear you bitch. And you’ll not be allowed back in here for a week.”

Nik’s chest expanded in relief. “You won’t,” Nik said. “And deal.”

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yunghos · 6 years

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— 🤠 so y’all want to make a gif... by dumbassfc 🤠

so per request, your resident dumbass has showed up to teach y’all how i make my gifs, namely this one below :))

before we get into it, you’re going to need:

photoshop + convert to timeline / convert to video timeline option !

a high quality video clip, preferably 1080 but 720 will do !

patience !

+ optional: a psd and/or sharpening atn of your choosing !

this tutorial is extremely long n image heavy, even by my standards, so my apologies in advance, especially to mobile users ! if it helps you in any way, consider gassing me up by liking or hitting that reblog button. thank u and goodnight !

1. first and foremost, you’re going to need photoshop downloaded with the convert to timeline / convert to video timeline option. for this tutorial, i’m going to be using cs5 but with some vague handwaving and a little extra effort, you can make this work for cs6 or something like cc18. if you need a download link, you can check the ‘photoshop download’ tag on tumblr dot com or check out a blog like yeahps or itsphotoshop for links. this is another good link. use at your own risk and always have some anti-virus software handy, just in case. i’ve never gotten badly burnt off a link, but i know people who have. exercise caution and always browse the notes before downloading anything!

2. if at any point you’ve got a question, my askbox is always open! i’m not a photoshop expert by any means and the majority of what i know has been self taught through years of practice and patience, but i can try to help you out in whatever way that i can. if you send me an ask un-anonymously, i can reply back to you directly instead of publishing it publicly. just some food 4 thought !

SOME BASICS:

tumblr has a 3mb limit for photosets and the old standard 2mb limit for gifs added to normal textposts. if your gif is over 3mb (or 2mb), you’re screwed.

the ‘new’ width dimensions are: 540px for one gif across, 268px for two gifs across, and 177px / 178px / 177px for three gifs across. (for three gif wide gifsets, the middle gif will be 178px.) height doesn’t matter. if you use the old dimensions (500px, 250px, 160px), your gifs will look stretched and a little distorted unless an individual user has the dimension adjusting script installed on their browser. use the old dimensions at your own discretion.

PART ONE: MAKING YOUR GIF —

1. you’re going to need a high quality video clip. i’m using THIS one from youtube! if you’re downloading from youtube or a similar site, you’re going to need to download it using something like clipconverter (my personal favorite) or keepvid. converting and downloading is pretty self explanatory on both sites. remember that you want the video to be AT LEAST 720px and in a quicktime movie format (.mov / .mp4 / .mpv / .avi ) -- i usually try to stick with .mov or .mp4.

2. the next step is opening your video clip so you can select what you want to gif! so open up photoshop and go to file → import → video frames to layers.

3. select the clip you’d like to use from its folder → load.

4. something will pop up that looks like this:

make sure the “selected range only” is selected, as well as “make frame animation” as pictured above. following the instructions of holding down the shift key while selecting the portion of the video you’d like to gif, you’re going to end up with something like this:

as you can see, a small portion of the clip has been highlighted on the bar at the bottom. this is the portion that we’re going to gif! click ‘ok’ and let it load into frames. (note: if your clip is long, sometimes i like to click ‘limit to every 2 frames’ to cut out every other frame while still maintaining the overall integrity of the clip. i use this trick a lot for slow-mo clips. because our clip here is so short, we don’t need to. eventually, though, you might have to!)

5. now that everything has loaded, your screen should look something like this.

at the bottom, you have your frame animation. on the side, you have your layers. each layer has a corresponding frame -- layer 1 is frame 1, and so on and so forth.

6. now we’re going to crop our gif! select the cropping tool and crop to the size you’d like -- i’m going with 268px x 150px.

7. now that you’ve cropped your gif, it’s time to adjust the frame delay. the frame delay controls how fast your gif moves. i like to use anything from 0.05 - 0.07, but it’s really up to you and your own personal preference. here’s a couple of examples of the differences in frame animation speed:

1 -- 0.03 seconds:

2 -- 0.05 seconds:

3 -- 0.07 seconds:

as you can see, the differences are subtle but they are noticeable. i tend to find that 0.03 moves a little too fast and looks unnatural, whereas 0.05 and 0.07 both appear more natural in speed.

to adjust the frame delay, select all of your frames → click on the small numbers at the bottom (for an example 0.05 sec.) → adjust the frame delay to your liking → hit ok !

8. now that you’ve cropped your gif and adjusted the frame delay, you could leave it as is and it’s a perfectly good gif !

but it doesn’t look all that similar to the final product we’re going for, so we still need to sharpen and color it !

PART TWO: SHARPENING YOUR GIF —

1. now this step can get a little confusing, and it is absolutely crucial here that you have the ‘convert to timeline’ option. if you don’t have the convert to timeline option, you’re shit outta luck and i can’t really help you. you can conveniently convert to timeline one of two ways, which i’ve labelled 1 n 2 in the picture below. 1. select all frames → click the three lines button with the small downward arrow next to it → convert to timeline. 2. select all frames → convert to timeline button.

your ps window should now look something like this:

as you can see, your frame animation has been replaced with the timeline.

2. now we need to convert the layers to a smart object. select all layers → convert to smart object.

3. now we can sharpen the gif by applying smart filters! filter → sharpen → smart sharpen.

these are what my settings look like -- 500%, 0.3 radius, remove gaussian blur, more accurate:

now you’re going to go back to filter → blur → gaussian blur. these are my settings:

right click on the gaussian blur smart filter → edit smart filter blending options → adjust the opacity to 35% as seen here:

so back to filter → sharpen → smart sharpen with slightly different settings this time:

and now you’ve sharpened your gif! provided you followed the method above, it should look something like this, which is already a huge step up from the unsharpened gifs above:

4. you can sharpen your gifs by using actions, too! for example, i’m going to show you how to use this action by zayonces. you’re going to need to load your actions. so go to the actions tab → that three lined button with the downward arrow again → load actions → select your action from the designated folder → press play after selecting the action !

actions are basically shortcuts to avoid doing the whole process manually. with the action i showed you how to use above, the gif will look something like this:

still good ! now all that’s left to do is color this gif !

PART THREE: COLORING YOUR GIF —

this part really comes down to personal preference. i’ve changed how i’ve colored my gifs a lot over the years depending on what styles are “in” and what’s considered trendy. my colorings are different based on what i’m giffing, as well: i have specific styles for hockey, specific styles for kpop, specific styles for football and so on and so forth. just mess around with adjustment layers and find out what works for you and what you like! if YOU like it, that’s what matters.

1. we’re going to start of with some curves to brighten the gif to start with! i prefer using curves layers for brightness over actual brightness adjustment layers, but again, that’s personal preference. so click adjustment → curves.

from now on, i’m just going to show you my various settings in the order that i applied them:

with the exposure layer, i set the layer to soft light and adjusted the opacity as seen here:

this is the standard black and white gradient, again, set to soft light and adjusted to 15% opacity.

and then i took a premade psd (this psd by shaymitchell) and placed it on top, adjusting the opacity of the entire folder to 25% as seen here:

and you should have the final completed product that looks like this !

some other examples of gifs with various colorings that i’ve made using this method:

so i hope this helps at least a little bit ! remember, if you have any questions, i’ll do my best to help. now go make some gifs !

#gif tutorial #yeahps #itsphotoshop #chaoticresources #ps tutorial #giftut*#long post #2 everyone who asked: here you go!#i did my best to explain everything but a lot of it is vague handwaving so.

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fierypen37 · 6 years

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The Oasis: Chapter 8

Jon and Dany give into their feelings for each other. (Smut)

(A nerdy side note, since Valyrian is the basis of law language instead of our own Latin, thus affidavit is changed kiviovit which has the root word in Valyrian 'promise.')

Jon, make love to me. How could any man alive resist those words? The imperative and entreaty wrapped in them.

“Dany, I don’t--” Jon began. Fire glowed and crackled in those violet eyes. Aw, fuck. He was so screwed.

“You want me to beg for it? I’ll have a kiviovit notarized if you like,” she said. The snark almost made him laugh.

The proposition put some color back in her cheeks. No more bloodless pallor. The mental gaffe made him wince. Didn’t touch his erection though. Nope, as soon as she kissed him he was back to full-salute. It was embarrassing. He’d almost gotten used to functioning while rock hard. Don’t drive or operate heavy machinery.

“I won’t argue with you on that, Counsellor,” Jon said, rubbing her upper arms, “I just want to be absolutely clear, what with the video and everything.”

“I am fine,” she said, raising her right hand as if swearing an oath, “I, Daenerys Targaryen, being of sound mind and body, do so consent to enthusiastic participation in carnal acts with one, Jon Snow, dated today, the eighteenth day of the ninth month.” Despite himself, Jon’s shoulders quivered with repressed laughter.

“‘Enthusiastic participation?’ I like that bit.”

Daenerys’s answering smile only wobbled a little, her gaze clear and steady. Damn, how did opposing lawyers face her down on a daily basis? Her strength blazed out of her, a beacon on a hill.

“I thought you might. So?” she asked. Jon settled back on his haunches and folded his arms over his chest.

“We go slow. If I get a hint that you’re bluffing through anything, we stop cold, got it? That’s the only way we’re doing this.” Something nudged into her forthright countenance. Daenerys chewed on her lower lip, expressive eyebrows puckered.

“That’s really not necessary. It’s better if we just get to it before--”

“Before what? You talk yourself out of it?” Jon asked with a scowl. Daenerys flushed crimson, picking at the ragged edges of her fingernails.

“No, not at all. We should keep going before . . . before it . . . fizzles.”

“Fizzles? I’m not gonna lose interest, babe. Trust me on that. If you have any doubts, ask him,” Jon said, gesturing toward his erection. It stood up, undaunted. She startled him by reaching her hand down to grip his cock. Even blunted by his clothing, her tentative touch sent pleasure curling warm through his veins. Jon hissed in a breath through his teeth. Daenerys stroked him slowly, cautiously, fascination kindled in her rapt gaze. Mm . . . yeah.

“I was talking about me,” she said quietly, “I can never seem to . . . relax.”

Jon frowned, digesting her words. A difficult task, considering her maddening stroking.

“When we were in the elevator, was it . . . fizzly? Or earlier this morning?” he asked. Daenerys tittered nervously. Damn, she was cute.

“No,” she whispered.

“Let’s start there, then,” Jon said, leaning close to breathe a kiss on her lips. He sank into the kiss, reveling her sharp intake of breath, the sweet pressure of her mouth, warm, wet stroke of her tongue, her taste . . . Jon lost himself in it, braced on the bed above her.

Dany slid her fingers into his hair, tugging when he found a particularly sensitive spot. He grunted at the faint sting of pain that only quickened the drumbeat of arousal. Slow. Slow. He concentrated on measuring his movements, a slow careful dance. Drinking in her face for signs of distress. It added to the tension, an anxious sort of tenderness. His hands molded to the warm shape of her, tracing the slope of her collarbones, cupping the tender weight of her breasts, sliding down to clasp her hips. Daenerys made a soft sound, straining up toward him. Soon, her hands were tugging at his shirt.

Jon mourned the loss of the kiss as he broke away to peel off his shirt. Daenerys’ trembling hands shucked off her nightgown, leaving her naked beneath him. Jon froze, winded by the glory of her. The modest heft of her breasts topped with pert pink nipples, miles of perfect milk-white skin, the dip of her navel, the soft mound of her pussy . . .

“Gods, Dany, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Her hands smoothed over his stomach, his chest, warm and shy. A gentle, ticklish sensation.

“So are you,” she said, tugging him down by the waistband of his sweatpants. Jon grinned, pressing a lingering kiss to her soft lips. Shoving down his pants and underwear, he squirmed out of the shackle of his clothes. His cock pulsed in the cooler air, the head gleaming fluid. Daenerys gripped him, stroking. Too light, too gentle. Nevertheless, Jon choked out a strangled sound. Pleasure ratcheted higher, his heartbeat pounding loud in his ears. Jon clasped his hand over hers, guiding her in a tight, sinuous rhythm.

“Yes. Just like that.” Jon arched helplessly into her touch as Dany squeezed and stroked. Oh fuck, she was so beautiful. Cheeks flushed pink, pupils fat and dark. The pleasure built . . . oh. Too much. Heat poured off him.

“Wait, wait. I need a break,” Jon said, prying her hand off and kissing her palm. Dany’s grin was wicked, and winded him surely as a blow. Jon gulped down air, breathing in the tantalizing scent of her. Warm and womanly with a tang of sweat and shampoo. Daenerys nuzzled his nose with her own.

“I um, have an implant for birth control. And I . . . I saw my doctor last week and got tested. So everything’s good.”

Jon closed his eyes, burying his burning face in the silky cloud of her hair. Bless her. The safe sex talk. Normal, practical things every conscientious person discussed before jumping into bed with someone. The constant thrum of sex hormones pumped through him when she was around had dumbed him down.

“I get tested regularly too. I always use condoms. I was checked a month ago. Haven’t been with anyone since then,” he said, suddenly feeling shy.

Berating himself for not thinking of it sooner, Jon rummaged in his bedside table for a condom. Daenerys lay back against a nest of pillows, picking at her fingers, watching him with wide eyes. Jon crawled closer, stretching beside her on the pillows.

“Slow,” Jon repeated, kissing her nose.

Kissing was good. He kept them soft, light pecks, his hands smoothing down the warm fine-grained skin of her arms. Massages had relaxed her, maybe that was his best bet. Jon nestled closer, shivering at the delicious press of bare skin.

“Relax,” he whispered, deepening the kiss with a languid flick of his tongue.

Time stretched on. Pleasure bloomed warm and simmering. Jon kissed her neck, her collarbone, laving her breasts with his tongue before working his way back to her mouth. Yes. Dany’s mouth opened like a flower to him. He loved the salty tang of her skin, the texture of her nipples as he suckled them. Drinking in her heat, her beauty. Every gasp and sigh was his reward, her fingers carding through his hair. Jon kissed his way down her belly, settling between her thighs. He petted the seam of her pussy, already slick. Fuck.

“So wet already,” Jon growled. The ache in his balls intensified. He wished for the clarity of focus he found during massage, but the instead of a cool zen bubble, arousal made it a molten, drunken snare swallowing him whole.

“Jon,” Dany groaned, her voice low and needy. Jon pressed a soothing kiss to her inner thigh, the skin tender and warm.

A soft lick at her pretty pink clit sent her squirming beneath him. Oh fuck, the taste of her, musky and salty-sweet, drove him half-mad. Jon spread her open with his tongue, seeking more of that wonderful taste. Such a beautiful pussy. The dark blond hair trimmed to a fine fuzz, the swollen lips coaxed open like flower petals with its gradients of pink and red and scarlet. The scent of her was dizzying. He could get drunk on her. Strong thighs squeezed his head.

Jon’s mouth watered. He wanted to overwhelm her with pleasure, shove past any nonsense about ‘fizzling.’ Jon lapped at her nether lips alternating between broad and pointed strokes; he suckled on her sweet clit, easing one finger inside. Plush and tight. So fucking tight. Dany thrashed and tugged at his hair, broken words and hungry gasps and whimpers falling from her lips. Jon kept at her, feeling the tension building and building . . . oh fuck yes. Dany arched beneath him, her muscles spasming around his finger in a powerful orgasm. Hell yeah. Jon groaned against her, easing her through it with gentle kisses. Dany’s dark violet eyes met his over the flushed, quivering terrain of her dewy body.

“More?” Jon whispered. Dany shivered, canting her hips up toward his face in mute plea. She mouthed the word ‘more’ but no sound came out. Jon cupped the sweet weight her buttocks, spreading her wider.

He dove headlong into ‘more,’ licking and sucking and loving her gorgeous pussy until she came . . . and came . . . and came. He drank up her squeals and delicious shudders. Jon squeezed her buttocks, teasing the damp crease with his littlest finger. He imagined sliding a finger inside her back entrance, then he imagined fucking her like that and he had to peel away to breathe down his own arousal. Just the thought of it had his dick throbbing.

“Come here. Oh Jon, come here, please,” Dany said, her voice hoarse and sexy.

Jon wiped his face and slithered up the length of her body, intent on kissing her. He was waylaid by her perfect breasts, tasting the sweat dewed on the undercurve. Daenerys nipped the upper curve of his ear, squirming and rubbing against the heavy pulse of his cock at the crease of her thigh.

“Come here, I need you,” she commanded. A regal queen’s word.

Need—easily appeased by coaxing orgasms from the sweetest pussy he’d ever tasted—stirred and roared inside him. Jon eased back, riffling through the rumpled sheets for the condom. His cock tipped up toward his belly, flushed a deep purple-red, the head gleaming with fluid, his balls heavy. Dany’s warm, wicked hand pumped him. The sight of her dewy and panting was a potent sexual cocktail. Fuck, it would be a miracle if he lasted more than a couple strokes. Arousal pounded along with the rush of blood in his ears, skittered across his skin like static.

He smoothed on the condom and petted the seam of her pussy with his cockhead. The light bump against her clit made her mewl. Her mouth was hot and hungry, finding sensitive spots along his throat. Dany arched for more, her swift panting fluttering against his skin. Jon eased in, moaning at the tightness of her. Sweat broke out. The universe narrowing to this bed, this woman. Gods, even with prolonged foreplay, she was still so . . . fucking . . . tight. Soothing his unspoken worry, Dany wiggled and shoved to take more of him, violet eyes wide and dark with hunger.

“Yes, oh yesss,” she said in a low hiss. With one last thrust, he was inside. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Hot and wet and silken. The condom was a godssend. It blunted the sensation just enough to keep him sane. Daenerys peppered his face with soft little kisses, her hands smoothing down his back and buttocks. Tender and sweet. So fucking sweet. His heart gave a sharp flip in his chest.

“Gods, Jon. You feel so good,” she whispered against his lips.

Jon was beyond words. That required higher brain function. Now he was using every ounce of mental fortitude not to pin her down and rut until he came. Make it worth her while. Hours of orgasms. She’ll stay if you do. Jon wasn’t sure he liked that voice in his head, but the idea appealed to him. He smoothed his hands up her sides, cupping the weight of her breasts, sweeping her hair into a silver wave on his pillow. Erotic thoughts multiplied in his mind. Fisting his hands in that hair as he fucked her from behind, feeling the plush cling of her pussy as she rode him, watching those puffy pink lips distend around his cock . . .

Jon groped for focus. He guided her legs to frame his hips as he thrust in a slow, heavy rhythm. Dany’s head fell back on the pillow, moist, kiss-bruised lips parted. Her fingernails bit into his back, a pleasant sting. Jon shifted the angle, seeking to rub her clit with the press of his body, searching for the hot spots inside. Her half-startled gasp when he leaned over, weight braced on his elbows, gave him his answer. The tension built, her body writhing beneath him as she strove higher. A couple more thrusts and . . . oh yeah, there she went wailing into another end-of-the-world orgasm. Jon clenched his eyes shut, the slick milking of inner muscle beckoning him to let go. He wrestled down the impulse with some effort.

Jon always enjoyed sex. The buildup was fun, the juicy ride even better, but this . . . this was on a different plane. The way she petted his hair, the deep mysteries of her eyes, the taste and tenderness of her kisses, the sweet grip of her pussy. Dany. Dany. Jon drank her in like he was dying of thirst. Her pussy hugged him, a silky instroke, then a plushy cling as he pulled back. The edges of his vision began to pulse. The rhythm twisted into something deeper, hotter. Soon, he was pounding into her.

“Oh, baby. It’s so good. I can’t stop,” he groaned. It was too rough, too deep. Daenerys’ fingernails raked burning furrows down his back. Her gasps turned to snarls. Jon hissed, fiercely, possessively roused.

“P—Please don’t stop! Oh . . . oh gods!” her muscles clamped around him, her head thrown back as she came. White heat gathered at the base of his spine, a warning tingle in his balls.

Jon howled through his climax, come pouring from him in thick spurts. Pleasure arched through him like lightning. Intense, blinding, shrieking whiteness. It seemed to last forever before he slumped boneless on top of her. Scorched skin over blackened bones. Seared by the heat of pleasure, by her glory.

Her toes curled. Daenerys always thought it was a cliché. She disliked cliché on a visceral level. Trite. Redundant. But as aftershocks shivered through her, she found it to be true. Toe-curling, earth-shattering delight. She floated, steam-rolled by pleasure. All those wonderful endorphins doing their thing. Bonding over a life-threatening experience, a massive crush, and steamy helping of incredible sex . . . she was already in serious danger of falling for him, and falling hard. At best, inconvenient. At worst, a soul-shattering mistake.

Daenerys licked her lips, tasting Jon. The skin around her lips and chin tingled with stubble burn. She blinked open tear-blurred eyes, waves of satisfaction washing over her, like the lap of warm surf. The sunlight washing through the thick grey curtains made a diffuse light. Currents of air chilled sweat-damp skin. Jon was a lax, heavy weight on her chest, his cock still thick inside her. Mm, residual pleasure made her muscles tighten around him. He stirred with a low sound, nuzzling the side of her neck. His beard gave a plush prickle.

Daenerys forced life into her arms, smoothing her hands down the corded strength of his back. Gods, his body. Masculine perfection in the slopes of muscle, the dusting of body hair, the girth of his cock. Daenerys pressed a kiss to his wild hair. Jon groaned, heaving himself onto his elbows. Dark eyes swallowed her whole, deep and soulful. His reddened mouth quirked into a small, shy smile. Daenerys’s heart lurched. Yeah, she was falling fast.

“That was, um . . .” he said, his voice deliciously rough.

“Fantastic,” Daenerys said.

“Yeah. I was going to say intense.”

“That too.”

“And you’re still . . .” Daenerys said, arching her hips, bringing singing awareness to where they were still joined. Jon uttered a sexy little hum, grinding his hips to hers. Daenerys bit her lip to contain a whimper. Her body clung to him, a jealous shiver that lit up all those throbbing hot spots. Her clit pulsed, greedy for more. Jon cursed.

“Yeah. Still hard. Couldn’t tell you why. I came harder than I ever had.”

“Really?” she asked, unable to stop herself.

“Really, Dany.”

Jon closed the distance between them to kiss her. Greedy for contact, she petted his beard, rubbed his hairy calves with the soles of her feet as their tongues tangled sweetly. Astonishingly, fresh arousal began to heat. Daenerys twined her arms around him, drawing him closer. Jon broke the kiss to gasp for air, he nudged her forehead with his. Again, that sheepish smile.

“As fucking awesome as this feels, I need to ditch the condom.” Daenerys nodded, clutched at his shoulders, already mourning the loss of him.

Jon gripped the condom and pulled out with a low hiss. Daenerys admired his naked buttocks as he slipped into the bathroom. She slumped back onto the bed, dragging the covers up over her body. The bed was the room’s one extravagance: thick dark-stained bedposts, a downy mattress and soft sheets. She basked in the luxury.

“What am I going to do?” she whispered.

Without Jon’s strong presence to ward them away, anxious thoughts crowded in. The video file, the harpies, Vis, Daario. Some good news was that the thought of her cheating ex didn’t even sting. Daenerys sat up, raking her fingers through her tangled hair. The humid scent of sex rose up in a soft cloud. A part of her wanted to hide in the shelter of Jon’s fierce embrace until the sun burned out.

Jon reappeared, gloriously naked, his cock jutting thick out in front of him. His expression was somewhere between sheepishness and appreciation as his gaze wandered over her.

“You sure you’re ok?” he asked, raking his fingers through his hair. A hint of a frown gathered between his eyebrows.

“I’m great. Thanks to you,” she said. Daenerys rolled toward him as if pulled by gravity.

Jon set one knee on the mattress, looking pensive. She dreaded the words he would say, that he regretted the mind-blowing sex, that they should focus on the task at hand, blah, blah, blah.

“Dany . . .”

Daenerys gave into the yammering hunger and bent to lick his cock. Whatever words he had were lost in a choked gasp. Oh yes. There was a faint rubbery aftertaste from the condom, but as she lapped the fat bulk of his cockhead, more salty fluid leaked on her tongue. Yum. She gripped him, drawing him deeper, petting the tracery of veins. Jon panted and cursed above her, his hips rocking toward her. Mm, the heat and glide, slick with spit. She took as much of him as she could. His girth and length stretched her jaw. Jon’s hands cupped her head, trembling as he stroked her hair. The raw, wild look in his eyes made whetted the hunger sharper, deeper. Daenerys sought the weight of his balls, petted the springy mat of his pubic hair.

“Fuck, Dany. That’s so good.” The roughness in his voice went straight to her core.

Daenerys kneaded her clit with her free hand, moaning around his cock at growing tension, the delicious, bottomless pleasure. A feedback loop of desire. Gods! The pleasure sharpened, her vision whited out and—her orgasm struck her like a blow as she drooled around the hot, fat weight of his cock. The sound Jon uttered was barely human, face twisted in a snarl.

Jon peeled her off, muscling her beneath him on the bed. Bouncing on the mattress, Daenerys spread her legs, eager for that breathless moment before he entered her. He draped her legs over his shoulders, one hand braced on the bed. With his free hand, he guided his cock to her entrance. Slow, teasing. Mm, hot, naked flesh. A pause, an expectant look watching anxiously for her reaction.

“Ok? You want it?” he asked. Daenerys wiggled, but the angle left her flailing and deliciously helpless beneath his dark, hungry eyes and tight grip.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice hoarse. Jon kept up that light, teasing stroking, just barely nudging inside, interspersed with glancing strokes against her clit. Dany panted and squirmed for more, feeling hot-faced and empty. So achingly empty.

“Say it,” he said. The command was silken in that deep, rich voice. Though phrased as a command, there was a note of pleading behind it. Breath whistled between her gritted teeth. Pinned beneath his weight and strength.

“I . . . I want you.”

Jon’s smile was fierce. A nudge and swivel of his hips. Daenerys whimpered and clenched around the glancing pressure of his cock.

“You want what? Let me hear those filthy words on your pretty mouth,” he pressed. Mm, the hot, vital energy pouring off his sweat-sheened body. The angles of his face, rugged and pretty, brooding and pouty at once. Daenerys licked her lips, a movement he followed with intense interest.

“I want your . . . cock inside me. I want you to . . . to fuck me full of your come.” Jon’s warm, chocolate brown eyes flew wide in surprised pleasure. Such beautiful eyes, pupils pools of black.

“Oh gods, Dany!” Jon said, bending to seize her mouth in a fierce kiss. Jon released her hands, cradling her head to deepen the kiss. Folded in half, Daenerys shoved her fingers into his hair, clutching him close. Sucking on his warm, nimble tongue, searching for more of that elusive Jon-taste. His muffled noise buzzed in her mouth. Oh yes, so good. The heat and magic of his touch melted her mind. A sharp icicle jab reminded her in that same creepy sing-song: Not for long, not for longgg . . . The world outside crouched, ready to pounce.

“Stop,” Jon breathed, petting her face, “Wherever you’re going in your head, stop. Stay here with me.”

A rain of hot, sweet kisses washed over her face: her nose, her eyelids, her lips. Daenerys whimpered, clinging to him as he rocked against her. The blunt head of his cock ground into her clit. Pleasure wiped her mind blank and white, the edges a pink soft-focus shimmer.

Jon shifted back upright, hands braced on either side of her. A surge forward, his thick club of flesh sliding in with torturous slowness. Mm, yesyesyes, sliding deeper, deeper, so hot, his cock throbbing at the mouth of her womb . . . Her pulse was a pounding throb in her ears, the edges of her vision pulsating red. Pleasure climbed and twisted into a clenching, desperate shiver. Inner muscle hugged him. The closeness, naked heat. All that delicious contact. Stretched beneath him, an offering.

The withdrawal and thrust back in. Again and again. Oh yessss . . . Fuck, her toes curled. The sunlight made his white sweat-damp skin glisten, blue highlights glinting in his mussed black curls. The broad, smooth planes of his body, black chest hair curled around flat, coin-sized nipples. He was so beautiful.

“Fuck, Dany, you have the sweetest pussy,” Jon gasped. Daenerys gulped in air. Thrashing, gasping, and coming under the slow, deep strokes. Heavy, deliberate. Touching all those sweet spots inside, each thrust nudging her clit.

“Yes! Oh I love it when you come.” Jon’s voice was like a touch, a medley of roughened consonants and aspirated vowels. Sex and sin.

Each climax primed her for more. It was a different echelon, drawn from deep inside, from secret places beneath the bedrock. Jon guided her legs from his shoulders to wrap around his hips. Daenerys whimpered, relishing the weight of him, the sweet press of contact. Lost in his eyes. Knowing him and known herself. They heaved, thrashed together. She arched her back to meet each swiveling stroke, hands cupping the taut flexing weight of his buttocks. Jon’s mouth hung slack, lips ripe and sweet. Tension gathered deep inside, shining and inevitable. They detonated together, tangled up in each other.

Sometime later, Jon’s softened cock slipped free with a sticky trickle of fluid. He lifted his head. Blinking at her with dark, dreamy eyes, wearing the same dazed look as she. A lazy, stupid smile stretched her face. Gods, she’d never felt like this. Every ounce of tension ironed out, all her problems miles away.

“I’m sorry,” he said at last. Daenerys frowned, gathering her scattered wits.

“For what?” she asked. Jon’s mouth twisted in a sheepish look. The ripple of anxiety ebbed away. Whatever he had to say, it was embarrassment, not regret that urged him.

“For coming inside you. We didn’t talk about that.” Daenerys’ answering shrug was a twitch of shoulder. Under normal circumstances, having unprotected sex with a perfect near-stranger would have sent her spiraling into a panic attack. Amazing how threats on her life had reframed her capacity for equanimity. And it was Jon. He was so good and kind.

“It felt wonderful. Neither of us have anything. I have an implant. Where’s the problem?”

“I haven’t had sex without a rubber since . . . since . . .” he said, half-startled by the admission. Daenerys tugged his hair gently in reproof.

“Word to the wise: talking about previous lovers whilst in bed with your current lover is considered bad form. As is apologizing after sex,” Daenerys said. Jon laughed.

“Sorry,” he said. That set both of them off into snorting fits. Flying high on sex endorphins and laughter. As they tapered off, Jon bent to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

“While I try to pry my foot out of my mouth, you shower first. I’ll order us some food. Any preferences?”

“Food!” Daenerys said dreamily, “I’d love to try that Pentoshi place with the noodles.” Jon’s sexy grin made her heart stutter.

“Spicy?” he asked with an arched brow. “The spicier the better. I love dragon peppers,” she said. “Coming right up!” Jon said.

#jonerys #snowstorm #fp37fic #The Oasis #Masseur!Jon #CEO!Daenerys #smut

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elasianstar · 6 years

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R #7 Bump (Slightly NSFW)

The boys were heading off for patrol without Raph tonight. he pissed off Leo again, shirking orders and almost getting the four spotted, so he's benched. Master splinter would be in the meditation room all night with explicit orders not to disturb him.

So since Raph was in trouble I spent the night in Donnie’s lab, working on four specialized batches of masking serum. I had my music up a little loud, allowing myself to get lost in the sound of the guitar, hips swaying to the beat as I made the calculations and measured out the exact weights of each reactant needed. Stewing some to extract oils, grinding others between mortar and pestle before adding each batch to the still Don had leant me. The resulting bottles of grayish fluid would need much more refining but they were a positive step in the right direction.

“You know I can feel you watching me.”

His voice was low and careful from where he had been watching from the lab door.

“Can't a guy watch his girl work?”

Corking the second vial of potion I turned to lean back against the lab bench, goggles perched low on my nose so i could look over them.

“Not when said guy is in time out and is supposed to be practicing his kata as punishment.”

“Awww come on Myōjō, ya know good and well Leo’s just power trippin.”

“Don't you Myojo me Raphael, I agree with Leo, your stealth could use some major improvement. Especially when you get riled up.”

“I can't believe you're taking his side on this!.......Fuckin fearless leader boy…..doesn't know teamwork if it slapped him upside the damn head….”

I reached up and grabbed his jaw turning his face toward mine as I held my ground, his hand, raised by instinct, stilled mid air.

“I never said I was taking his side, merely that I agreed that you needed work. I don't think making you mindlessly go through your Kata is the way to do it, but Leo is the leader. In order to make a functional team you sometimes need to just grin and bear it, no matter how much you may disagree.”

He sighed, shaking his head out of my grip and running his hand over his bandana before looking down at me through the corner of his eye.

“Why do ya always gotta be the sane logical one?”

I hooked my arm around his leading him to sit in Donnie’s skateboard chair.

“Because somebody's gotta drag your scaly ass back down to earth. Get you thinking rationally again. Now you can take a short break and watch me work if you really want, but when Leo and the others get back you'd better be back in the Dojo or it'll be another useless fight.”

“Yes ma'am.”

I smirked over my shoulder at him as I started up the still for the next batch.

“Damn straight mister.”

…

“Alright, I've got the stock solutions made and they should keep in this form. Now I just have to separate the solution into a carrier oil over the course of a few weeks and then further refine it with the pollen of ghost orchids until it turns periwinkle blue.”

I felt his hand on my waist as he looked over my shoulder at the tangle of laboratory equipment.

“And that should turn us human?”

“No, there's nothing that will actually accomplish that feat. This will however cause you to appear as human for a number of hours per dose. If I got the calculations right, I'm not used to working with a quasi cold-blooded metabolism.”

“Ya know what? Ya can really put a friggin damper on things when ya go all Don on me. Scientists…”

He wrapped me up so I couldn't move for a few minutes, his chin resting on top of my head.

“Sorry Red. You know I don't care what you are right? I like you all big and scaly.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you're always so nice to cuddle, you stay cool and I really enjoy the textures of your skin and your shell. They're nice to run my hands over, if you'd let me I'd probably be happy just doing that for hours. I also like that you're so much bigger than me, I'm so used to being the one people look to that it's nice to feel like I can be held and cuddled and cooed over from time to time.”

I turned to face him, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck while he held my waist. My fingers found the knot of his bandanna and swiftly undid it so I could get a good look at his face.

“Your eyes, I've never seen such a wonderful shade of green, like sunlit peridot sprinkled with flakes of gold. You’re so expressive even when you're trying to hide behind that faux tough exterior. Your face is well balanced and pleasing to the artist in me. The smooth even planes of your nose and the soft gradient between the darker tones around your eyes and the lighter ones around your beak, I could draw you for years and never get tired of it. Your chubby cheeks and your strong jaw that give you a look of innocence, of goodness, despite your years and all you've seen. And your lips, they’re soft and plush and every time you kiss me it feels like i'm diving, terminal velocity, it takes my breath away and I never want to pull up.”

Before I could continue I felt those very lips press passionately against my own as wonderfully rough hands moved to smooth over my lower back and hold me tight to that perfectly large body of his. Lips parted without question as tongues danced around each other like flint and steel, lighting the fire between us to burn ever so brightly. When my hands smoothed over the scattered scales on his neck and shoulders I felt a shiver spark across both of our skin as his hands moved higher to caress the space right below my wings. Fingertips barely brushing the sensitive skin just a few inches higher…

I was expecting the fall, sweeping one of my legs behind his knees as I pressed against the smooth edges of his chest scutes. What I wasn't expecting was for him to stop kissing me, wrapping himself around me almost in entirety, protecting me, as he fell backwards into the chair.

What HE definitely wasn't expecting was for me to start kissing, hot and open mouthed across the exposed skin of his collar bones and up to the sensitive spot on his neck where the end of his slider marks met his pulse point. That deep rumbling Purr buzzing through his plastron too low to hear but definitely able to be felt as I pressed myself closer to him, straddling his waist as his hands took up their expedition across the valleys and plains of my own form. A happy little skene left my lips as his own nuzzled in to give my neck a similar treatment, hands running over the curve of my outer thighs as I pressed my chest close enough to feel the pounding of his heart behind his armored flesh.

My skin was so hot and his cool hide was like an oasis, quenching the fires his hands had started.

“Ah, Raphael, hmmmm, my angel, my perfect… ahhh!”

The feel of his teeth gently grazing over my pulse point mixed with the roughness with which he grasped my ass sent my head rolling back in pleasure, a shaky chirping sound overtaking the words on my lips as i pressed my hips down against his lower plastron. There was a bulging there, something pressing at the softer, more cartilaginous scutes just under the slope of his hips. When I gave it a testing grind he stilled almost immediately, eyes screwed shut as he fought to control his breath.

“Elasia, please d..don't do that. Not yet babe. Haaaah…”

Pulling my hips back I rolled to the side, tucking myself in the nook between his arm and his body as I sat sideways across his lap. I placed my hand carefully over his heart and we focused on calming breaths until he felt like he could open his eyes again. His lips pressed carefully against my forehead and his fingers matched the rhythm of my own gently running along the tendons of the inside of his forearm in calming, grounding motions.

“You ok Raph?”

I felt his breath huff against my hair.

“Yeah, I'm good........... sorry.”

I looked up at him through my hair where it had fallen across my forehead.

“Don't be sweetheart, it's totally fine if you aren't ready or if you feel uncomfortable to let me know. If you need me to back off I will, every time, without question.”

He just held me, focusing on breathing for a few minutes until I felt familiar souls approaching from the south tunnels.

“The guys are back, let's see if you can be stealthy enough to get back to the Dojo before Leo notices you weren't doing your kata.”

I turned back to my work, the only hint that he had even moved being the gentle touch of his fingers as they brushed across the edges of my hair.

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Raised circular cycling path gives 360-degree views of Belgium forest

Belgian studios BuroLandschap and De Gregorio & Partners have created a circular track called Cycling Through The Trees as part of the cycling network in the province of Limburg.

As its name suggests, Cycling Through The Trees is a raised path that takes cyclists up to a height of 10 metres above the ground so that they can ride amongst the treetops.

The circular path in Belgium has been shortlisted for infrastructure project of the year at Dezeen Awards 2020.

Cycling Through The Trees is a circular raised track

Built for tourism organisation Visit Limburg in the Pijnven nature reserve, the structure is a double circle that is 100 metres in diameter.

The three-metre-wide path is almost 700 metres long and rises at a gentle gradient to a height of 10 metres before descending back to the forest floor.

The cycle track is in a forest in Limburg

Landscape architect BuroLandschap and architect De Gregorio & Partners designed the structure to enable people to engage with the forest but were mindful that the attraction should have the least possible impact on its surroundings.

To reduce the impact on the forest, the structure was built using a single crane that was mounted at the centre of the circle. The weathering steel structure was built with screw pile foundations meaning that no concrete was used.

Several trees did have to be felled and these were incorporated into a rest stop built near the attraction.

It gently rises to 10 metres high

"The most important thing for us was to build a structure with the lowest possible impact on the environment and the sensitive nature present," explained BuroLandschap founder Pieter Daenen. "This was the starting point!"

"The trees were of course very important," said Daenen. "After all, cycling through the trees would no longer make sense if trees were damaged or destroyed after the construction of the structure," he continued.

"Something that is not easy for a construction with a diameter of more than 100 meters and a height of 10 meters."

Cycling Through The Trees is supported on weathering steel columns

The unusual visitor attraction was designed to be a magical experience for those cycling through the nature reserve near the town of Bosland.

"The nice thing about the construction is the round spiral shape. Cycling around in combination with cycling in height has something magical," said Daenen.

"It seems as if visitors are becoming children again. You often see visitors who drive around several times. Moreover, the ride of 600 meters is quite pleasant and not too hard, even if your condition is not too good."

These columns were designed to resemble tree trunks

The structure's deck and supports are made from weathered steel, which has a browny orange colour that is similar to the colour of the pine tree trunks in the forest.

"Brown is the colour of the earth, after 'green' this is the most common colour in nature," explained Daenen. "Brown always blends well in an environment."

"The poles are like tree trunks," he continued. "You have to get quite close to see the construction in its surroundings. From 100 meters away you can hardly see the construction."

A shelter was built near the track

Daenen hopes that Cycling Through The Trees will draw people to the forest who may not usually come and draw attention to the forests near Bosland. This in turn will ensure that the environment is preserved.

"Bosland is the largest continuous forest in Flanders, which is still known by relatively few inhabitants," he said. "The construction attracts a separate audience that normally does not move quickly to this environment."

"These people also help advance the local economy," he continued. "Governments are also enthusiastic about this and are convinced that forests can also offer economic added value. As a result, they will also support the conservation of the forests more."

It is topped with the trees felled that were felled to make the track

Cycling Through The Tree is shortlisted for a Dezeen Award against projects including a curved cycling bridge in Copenhagen designed by WilkinsonEyre and Urban Agency and a weathering steel footbridge by Useful Studio in London.

Photography is by Toerisme Limburg.

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In that dip, where the pavement curves and Plummets 2 stories below the main road. A 15ft high wall climbs up above one side, yellow concrete bricks with a musty glimmering hue as the xenon lights glitter off of the mouldy precipitated rain drops. The ones which resurface from surface pressure regardless of weather, as not even air leaves this place sometimes. Above is that large car park where cars stay, but are never seen to enter or leave, despite the amount of overnight cars.

The other side, a concrete wall, the overflow of the pavement used as cement to hold a grittier brick tiling. A main road with 4 or 5 lanes. At this time of night, the buses are just about to stop services. Nobody walks past here and I know for a fact that if anybody hears even a carried echo, distorted shill or scream ricocheting through the bountiful distance between me and them, their shoulders will merge with their chest. They're not gonna leave the only safety of being near the road to enter into this ever darkening subway tunnel.

I realize now. It looks darker to the eyes from up above but down here, a blue light, refracted moonlight is shared with the tarmac floor and illuminates everything. It's not bright, but the surroundings are so dark that the highlights of everything you see illustrate a clear picture. I could see one of them. Wearing a black north face jacket. Big winter coats but he wears it in a way which makes it slim fit.

The left side of him, blue light, almost neon, illuminates his shoulder, his arms, the features of his face. Bushy slim brow. Light skin. 3 shades darker than the palest but an undertone in the light. Almost peach. He's not darkskin, clearly pale, but the lumens change complexion. It even gives an accent. It makes the sight of anyone here foreign.

Oioi, he cries, you better fucking run mate.

I see the knife in his hand. He runs at speed and although there's 3 seconds between the engagement distance, those 3 seconds felt like just a blink. The way he runs, precipitated by confident and also cocky swagger. Cocky as in he's pissed off. He knows the risk of carrying a knife on his person, weilding it and threatening another with it. He's too emotional to account for his own pain... Anguish and torment lead him here and now he is visibly calmer and lighter. In the chest. The feeling of laughter, elated his mood. Diamond eyes. I see the sorrow leave them, visible because now they've left his body.

Poor guy. Tormented... but I'm in recovery too brother, it had to be this way. I was allowed to walk there.

After a short while I noticed there wasn't another figure in the underpass. It was a dark misdirecting of light which created a fleeting feeling of shadow, too hard to make out so the illusion of movement prevails no matter how long you look at it.

Nobody can hear you scream down here. Taunting me, to gauge my reactions, level of fear and visualise which parts of my body react in what ways, tasting and swallowing what he sees right before his arm consumes it, prepared with his body behind him to go use what he learned and adapt to my reactions

So foolish. I'm not like you. I'm not human.

I'm not a girl in a parka coat. You won't take my purse... Your emotions led you here, but I believed.

He lunged towards me. I honestly saw tears in his eyes. Whether he saw them, or he felt them, the scrunching of his eyes, folding his nose and pouting his lips. He was upset as well as angry. If honestly it wasn't his fault that he was there, then it was now. Turning back is out of the question. He had to see it all the way through

In 3 nanoseconds. I realized, nobody is going to help me. Nobody will hear me. This is the most avoidable underpass in the entire city. It's depressing, cold, mouldy. Even terrorists don't wanna reside here. The homeless stay in the open. I didn't even expect this guy here. He's new and clean. How did he even think anyone would come down here?

Into the xenon lights now. His shadow is murkier but more of him is flowing. I can see him well. His figure isn't that stocky. Actually flailing.

He's really emotional. Its a problem. I don't know how I spotted it, but in my lifelong apathy, constantly aggressing in mind and holding my tongue steady. Constantly apathizing the men who lash out at little insignificant things. I know it like the back of my hand now. Useless emotions. I've seen the downfall time and time again. Day in day out. When they act like this, they fail. they're wrong

Patience is tough but it's a vital fleeting survival.

His kindred spirit. Fleeting.

It's really cold out here. His heart said. I'm used to it, he wears a coat (stab protection)

In those 3 nanoseconds. I saw the distance the orange hues travel from the very tall streetlights, above the dip. I couldn't run. I couldn't.

It's uphill, he'd have clear reign over my back side. Not my jam.

Through the dark tunnel? No way. Too cocky, probably surrounded.

Scream? Fat chance. The potential 2 people who may be in radius would hear a faint echo, drowned out by cars, not even louder than a bee. It'd be too late and they'd dismiss it as drunkness, not worth their pain, from the bus interchange.

I wasn't screwed

The people in this town are fearful. Taught to stay to themselves. In that nanosecond

I knew it. This is the end. This is where I meet the most part of pain I have or may ever feel in my entire earth life.

This is the pain I face.

I might die now.

Half a nanoseconds left, I was already moving and I knew in that moment, I had already accepted that I was going to die, so I kept going, nearing the very last leg of my survival.

4, feeling like 5 though, parts of my body moved in unison, I didn't consciously do it, it honestly felt like somebody else used my body as a machine. Maybe my dad's military youth? Preposterous. I knew his weakness. He's just like the rest of them. These lads always fight with emotion, but I was calm

Not now, but the million times I've seen em fail under each others aggressive, exhaustive arms, moving with different strenghts, reading anger and not visual cues

I've seen it too many times. I know it too well.

But I didn't.

I didn't have a clue what I was doing. I was amazing myself... I genuinely believed I was stabbed in the chest.

My knee dug into him, my wrists grabbed his arms and even the blade tighter than I thought or knew possible. I sprained my own wrist, so I know i hurt him... Right?

Three people took hold of me in that moment... Or four. Of me. They were me. Acting for me. The one who reacted steadily, speedily. I charged with adrenaline, excitement. No. It was genuine lust. As my head geared towards him in a tachyon I opened my mouth wide, elating myself to the knife. I went to lick the knife in lust.

Another consciousness took the choice away from me. Like a stern, loving father saying no Andrew thats a bad idea, and it physically took control of my neck, moving and tilting it to the left as it smashed hard as a barrier into his cranium. I did feel agony at that point. A splinter in my spine but I kept smashing and

He was like me. Weak. A boy in his man's clothes. Left beside the gutter to rot

Friends call you mad for walking 10 miles a day in the rain, wearing shorts in winter, adapting to cold with the last chance survival of hypothermic heat when your joints swell up and the ache causes a frictile heat, so you keep going, heat vaporing off your neck in minus

You keep going. Your parents forgot you, but you can't forget them no longer

He didn't know what happened.

I bit his nose, but in reality it was a headbutt. My right eye blistered and bruised.

I broke one of us. I felt it. I don't know yet. My arm moved over his head, with his hand cupped in min.

I believed and accepted I was dead. I wasn't going down without killing him. Taking to the grave.

I was in tears. He was covered. It didn't show on the matte black of his north face. His face became darker. Complexion was no more, just sticky brown and clumping on hair. Reflecting different tones of burgundy blood.

It was difficult to stab the jacket. That's why he wore it. Good idea. I cut his neck but even then. Mercy

I didn't have it in me. Blood was in his mouth, tongue, dripping his teeth. Eyes and nose bruised, some was flowing from his nose.

He looked out of breath, exhausted, agony... Not physically but knowing he has a deep graze to nurse and survive after the attack is over. He said "sorry" "look stop sorry sorry please"

Lying back on the floor. Coughing up little drops which entered his windpipe. I couldn't believe it. My heart felt sadness.

I believed him but I know he'll turn around and kill me if I leave.

I said "just don't do it. Seriously." Meaning 'Share this mercy, don't be a pleb you idiot" or something like that. I don't even know. I said a lot of stuff I didn't know I ever actually wanted to say. It came out and felt cheesy but I understand now why they say if in movies. I understand it.

Even he was sick of it. He knew I wasn't gonna stab him now, weildig the nice tightly in both of my hands. My weight on his, sat on him like a catgitl in missionary

17s had passed. It was awkward. Adrenaline junkies live a lifetime every year.

I struggled to get up, trembling.

Terrified, knowing he's behind me, I walked away. Still trembling. Every step a mile. Crumbling up the long, long, gradient of cement and bichomen leading up the meander to the pavement. Goal was mine

I thought to myself. Someone is charging behind me. The other one. The other ones, in the dark, they saw me abuse his friend. He started on me, its not even fair I just want to get along.

There's nobody. I stood there, turned back. He was lying on the floor. Depleted. Looking tired actually.

I know hes fine, but he probably was waiting for death to come before he finds out he can move and walk home. Once the trembling and shakes wear away.

A mile to the pavement. Everlasting darkness, illusively darker and darker. Nothing to reflect the moonlight and that on tiny, faint, blue fog light from the tunnel ceiling which probably doesn't get a battery replacement for 1 out of its 3 years. Nothing illuminates

The floor was blurry. I don't know what the glow was

I had this feeling in that moment. The years weren't in my eyes, the tears wear encompassing my back, my shoulders, my tongue...

My head felt concussed. I couldn't see. I believed there were men running towards me. From up above, the pavement. From through the tunnel. They could be anywhere. Even if I walk away, they could come from any corner. I was terrified. I felt something new in that moment.

I no longer wanted to be myself.

I desired to be alone. After all the isolation and loneliness. I wanted nothing more to say I was alone. By myself. In the dark fog. alone. On my own. In the dark, where nothing could find me

I was so scared. A new feeling

I wanted to be at a home. It's gone now.

Some time before me two other consciousnesses had passed. One consciousness which displayed my repressed smile towards him; aggression. Like a lion. Snarling. It spoke for me. It mimicked and mocked the silly thoughts which I see these men act on.

That one passed.

As I became me again

But it was an older me. New again. I honestly was a child, in my own man's body. That's when I became a man again. A child. The world felt as huge and unseen as it did that time I was in the playground, age 4. Alone. As always. Lost and alone. Scared, trembling, but I always survive that state.

Nobody knows me when I'm their friend. Alone. Gone. A mystery.

I never want to be alone like that again

and that's who I truly am

The next day. Today. This morning. My body aches... The tinnitus ringing has disappeared, but I hear the memory of its noise in my mind. I hear his breathing. The subtle tones of his breath. It sounded like my old best friend when he 13, a faint sigh he would make in desperation when cornering me, with everything he could muster up at a GameCube game or something.

My right arm, my shoulder, it's weak with pain. Like I've been lifting weights the wrong way all day. My arm feels shattered. Hahaha. I actually forgot about the "stab" a while after I walked home. Then I remembered, thought crud, had this awful feeling of panic. My arms and shoulders became heavy and dropped because I realized, now I remember it, I will feel it's pain and have to struggle more to walk. I looked down to apply pressure, to nurse it...

I couldn't believe itm

There was no wound to be found. Every moment searching for it, I believed it must've been worse than I imagined

But it wasnt

I wasn't stabbed ; a noticed a glowing sensation lift my back neck. I could walk normally from that point on. The brighter white new lights, e@sed my home. Cycle lanes, pavement, road, high visibility and opportunities to run

In fact

The only pain I get was pain of defence. Crumpling his hand. Well. My shoulder really hurts after that. My fingers ache but my shoulders seemed to have carried the tension. My fingers are slow and feel achy though. Ouch.

My head. Wow.

My right eye doesn't even look the same. It's like. Yellow red. The veins are prominent. Like I've been crying from the top of my skull, into my whites and irises. Damn guy

[[MORE]]

Smh, I bet he's bigging himself up now. 'yeye got into a scrap with some dick from the underpass near bury before mate, absolutely sick'

Or maybe he's alone.

He looks alone really.

He looked like me

#alone #personal #knife attack #bury #trigger warning #violence #cw trauma #long text post #havent felt that way in a long time really #i dont even know how ive felt that way before but now i have a new story to tell #happy birthday

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Hey! I love your blog and your edits. Can you explain how you colored the episode per gifset thing for the second episode? How did you get all the colors to match like that!?? Thank you

okayyyyy hi!!! thank you for the kind words. sorry it took a while for me to type this up!! the tutorial for how i colored this gifset is below the cut.

what you’ll need:

photoshop (i’m using cc)

know how to make a gif (i’m only going over coloring with psds included, not the actual gif making part)

please like/reblog if you use or found this helpful!

if you want, i uploaded a couple psds i used on mediafire. you are free to download them and use! just please don’t claim as your own, steal, or redistribute.

here’s a more detailed explanation though:

here’s the first gif before coloring.

i use a couple different coloring methods, and one of them is tweaking the neutral/white colors of a gif by using selective color.

you have your usual brightness/contrast, curves, etc, basically like a base. the settings are slightly different for each gif, and there are a lot of psds out there to help you with a base (oh hey, check out my photoshop blog @winchesterpsds XD).

anyway, how i got the wall to be that shade of blue was by using selective color.

the wall is mainly white, so i cranked up the cyan component of the white. the ground is mainly neutral gray tones, so i messed with the neutral components until i got the color i wanted. i also turned down the red expression with selective color because i didn’t want the red on the skate guards to show. then i turned up the black component because the colors always pop more when there is true black in your gif. i messed a bit with the cyans too to get the shade i wanted.

and there.

it’s honestly like magic. but still not done. i layered a couple more brightness/contrasts and a color balance to get the shades i wanted.

and done.

using selective color is all about messing with each individual component in terms of color. it doesn’t work out all of the time, especially if your colors and grayscales aren’t that well-distinguished.

sometimes it’s quicker to use hue/saturation to color gifs instead. i normally use hue/saturation to make color changes (like changing purple to cyan) and selective color to change grays and whites (like changing white to cyan). of course, you can use them together to get the best effects.

for example:

i want the area around yurio to be cyan, maybe change his hair to a peachish color just for consistency’s sake.

of course, i first added a base. then added the hue and saturation layer.

hue/saturation also lets you edit each color as a separate component, but there is a master option as well. i messed with yurio’s hair until it turned peach, then messed with the purple background (the main component of that shade of purple is actually blue, not magenta) until it turned cyan.

note: lightness is kind of like how much white you mix into the color. you can use that too, and it’s especially useful in making pastel-looking gifs.

our angry child is now on a blue background. using more brightness/contrasts, vibrancy, and the selective color method i described above, i got it to then look like the final.

the third and final (and the quickest) way i colored in that gifset was just by saying “screw it all, i’m not doing any of this.”

because it does take a lot of time to get all the colors matched up. i always work with my gifs side by side in photoshop so i can see exactly how their colors match up.

but, say your gif is white text on a black background or a very simple thing that’s mainly black or white or even gray.

kind of like this.

this is super easy.

make a new layer and paint it all over in the color you want (peach, cyan, gradients, anything). in my gif, i colored it over in solid peach. color it in completely, don’t try to dodge the text because it doesn’t matter. you can just make a new fill layer honestly, but i was dumb and didn’t do that when i made the gifset. oops.

now, make sure the layer with the color(s) is selected. go change the blending mode from normal to screen.

that’s it. literally.

the easiest gif i have ever colored in my life.

for the opposite effect of turning white into peach/color of choice, set the blending mode to multiply instead. it should do the trick. if i set the peach layer to multiply on the gif i have, it also turns the white to peach and ends up looking like this:

this method of coloring is wicked quick, which is why i use it whenever i can get away with it. it only works on very minimalist/simple gifs like the one above though.

i hope this helped! feel free to ask me any questions or clarifications ❤❤

#yeahps #completeresources #chaoticresources #rresources #itsphotoshop #a #anon #mine #tutorials #psds #resources #i feel so loved asdlasdjlakdjsasd ;A;#thank u anon #uhhh i should mention that for one of the gifs i layer masked every frame by hand but i thought it wouldn't be worth explaining #bc too tedious and takes too long and not good way to color oops #ps

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13 Great Things We Saw at Milan’s Design Fair

It’s hard to gauge the exact scale of the Salone del Mobile furniture fair in Milan — where most international design brands and studios debut their annual collections — because it encompasses both the city’s fairgrounds and also hundreds of nearby pop-up shows in galleries, retail spaces and even an abandoned panettone factory. But it certainly feels more ambitious each year, at least in terms of the work on view. Last week’s fair featured no fewer than five presentations by the Milan-based design firm Dimore Studio; a sprawling Kvadrat show with a restaurant, a flower field and two Jean Prouvé cabins; and a major interactive interiors installation by Google developed in partnership with neuroscientists. Not to mention the ever-growing, ever-more-elaborate involvement of the world’s biggest fashion brands, which this year included Tod’s — the company presented full-size yurts, huts and other archetypal shelters reimagined by the architect Andrea Caputo — and Louis Vuitton, who debuted the latest collection from its Objets Nomades series of travel-inspired furnishings. Here, our 13 other highlights.

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The Italian curator Nicolas Bellavance-Lecompte recently launched a design residency program at the century-old Milanese foundry Fonderia Artistica Battaglia and chose as his first subject the Stockholm-based designer Anton Alvarez, who used a special machine to extrude huge noodles of wax that were then cast in bronze using a lost-wax technique. The results debuted last week in the 5Vie district inside a private 15th-century church, open to Salone visitors for the very first time.

Though they look like simple, free-form marble tables, the pieces in Studio Binocle’s Six Tableaux series have an entertaining back story that made the series a favorite. Challenged to design a dining table by a client who didn’t like anything on the market, the architect Lorenzo Bini attempted to avoid making a piece too boring or too pretentious by creating an amoeba-shaped tabletop that he called “an impudent rip-off” of one of Ellsworth Kelly’s leaf drawings. Five more versions soon followed, traced directly from details of works by Louise Bourgeois, Cy Twombly, Christopher Wool and others.

The French-Italian rug brand CC-Tapis has made a habit of inviting up-and-coming designers to translate their aesthetics into striking floor coverings each year, and this collection was no exception. The standouts were soft, irregularly shaped gradient rugs by the Amsterdam-based designer Germans Ermics and a trippy harlequin grid series by Martino Gamper.

This year marked the fourth edition of Doppia Firma, a project by Fondazione Cologni dei Mestieri d’Arte and Living Corriere della Sera that pairs designers with highly skilled craftspeople to create a collaborative object. The highlight was a stained-glass-and-marble floor lamp by Maarten de Ceulaer and the Belgian glass purveyor Atelier Mestdagh, but we also spotted a nice take on one of the fair’s most ubiquitous objects this year — a room divider — by the designer Vito Nesta and the wallpaper artisans at San Patrignano.

Though it officially launched with a tiny preview last year, Far, the Nilufar gallery’s new offshoot dedicated to experimental contemporary work, got a proper introduction last week, taking over the majority of Nilufar’s Depot space with pieces by 10 different designers. The work, curated by Studio Vedèt, was memorable, especially the pieces by Julien Manaira and Odd Matter, but so was the scenography: a landscape of enormous plastic exhibition bubbles dreamed up by Space Caviar.

Every two years, Flos builds a massive booth at Salone del Mobile that inevitably fills up with crushing stampedes of curious people. The stampede is usually justified — as it was this year by four key releases: an enormous chandelier of interlocking leather parabolas by Formafantasma, a poetic curved track-lighting system by Michael Anastassiades, the resurrection of Mario Bellini’s 1964 flat-pack Chiara lamp and a brilliantly sculptural outdoor lighting collection by Nendo.

This year, rather than just presenting commercial products, Artek showcased a playful initiative called the FIN/JPN Friendship Collection. It’s a group of six projects that represent various thoughtful mergers of Finnish and Japanese design, from new versions of Aalto’s Stool 60 — including one with Technicolor tops by the Tokyo architect Jo Nagasaka and another that was indigo-dyed by the Japanese workshop Buaisou — to a bench by the designer Koichi Futatsumata that channels the shared public bathing traditions of the two countries.

If this year’s show felt short on new discoveries, a clear exception was Kabinet, a brand founded just months ago by two young designers interested in revitalizing the craft industry in the Veneto region of Italy. The line stood out for its contemporary take on sumptuous materials like burl wood, tortoiseshell and mohair.

“No Man’s Land” by Kvadrat and Raf Simons was not just an exhibition but a destination; visitors came not only to see Simons’s sixth collection for the textile brand — corduroy, shimmering or speckled bouclés — but also to taste food from a pop-up outpost of the London restaurant Rochelle Canteen, gaze at a field of wildflowers installed by the Belgian florist Mark Colle and wander around the Jean Prouvé prefab cabins that were part of the presentation’s elaborate mise-en-scène.

One of the best projects on view at Satellite, the section of the Salone fairgrounds dedicated to showcasing young designers, wasn’t furniture at all but Zurich-based Marie Schumann’s luminous wall hangings. Made from ombré cotton or polyester and draped threads of metallic Lurex, they were almost three dimensional, more like artworks than textile designs.

The American artist Matthew Day Jackson showed three versions of his loopy new table and chairs for the Finnish brand Made by Choice. Arranged within three color-coded rooms, the pieces came in bright green; black, with a subtle rainbow sheen; and a more conservative natural wood. Jackson engineered the tables’ legs to work entirely by an elaborate system of interlocking parts, so that no tools or screws are needed to take the table apart or put it back together again.

The New York-based designer Bec Brittain’s angular Heron lamps — particularly a version in pink and gray stone — were the stars of the Carrara-based marble brand Mmairo’s small but admirable collection, along with new tables by Karen Chekerdjian and an architectural table lamp by Niko Koronis.

The Parisian design publicist David Giroire decided to become his own client at this year’s fair, joining with the creative director Jerome Bazzocchi to start an ambitious new furniture brand dedicated to making limited-edition works by lesser-known talents. Called Theoreme Editions, its first collection features a chubby shearling chair balanced on a copper cube by Pool, a colored resin console by Francesco Balzano and a huge pebble-shaped floor mirror by Joris Poggioli.

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A Replacement No. 2 for the BVLC

Part 1: A Tale of Two Connies

Yes, I'm doing another locomotive build. Unlike the others, this one has a bit of my personal On30 history behind it.

When I first got into On30, my first purchases were an On30 Forney and an On30 Shay, both made by Bachmann. This was back in 2010, so the Shay came from one of the production runs which suffered from the split gear problem. It did have split gears, and Bachmann did provide replacements. After swapping them out, the model seemed to run.

Fast-forward to 2018. I've run a few operating sessions by this point, and I've noticed that the Shay, BVLC #2, seems to have some difficulty running. It could pull itself and its train, but it always seemed to struggle on the gradient leading up to the log loading area at Camp D. Yet the gears weren't split at all. Things came to a head while I was filming the layout video I uploaded a couple of weeks ago. It was meant to have a shot of a locomotive descending the grade, and I picked the Shay for it. Going up it barely moved, and coming down it lurched terribly.

Upon closer inspection, I found that the clips which hold the driveshaft to the trucks were loose, so the gears weren't meshing properly. I tried replacing them with new clips, as replacement trucks were sold out on the Bachmann website. However, this failed to correct the problem. The rear truck ended up with the gears not meshing at all. On the test-run following the replacement, the Shay backed halfway up the grade, then started rolling forwards. While the motor was still running backwards. As such, it now lives in a display cabinet in my living room.

This left a gap in my locomotive roster. So naturally I decided to build a replacement, a new no. 2. While my layout currently has locos ranging from 0-4-0 to 2-6-2, I've been wanting to include a small consolidation in my roster. I'd tried this in 2016, with a Roundhouse 'old-time' 2-8-0 which I had left over from my brief 2009 foray into standard-gauge HO scale.

This was as far as it got. After building the body, I found that the model wouldn't run on my layout. As such, it was confined to the 'graveyard', my shoebox of unsuccessful projects. This was my first attempt at converting a HO scale locomotive to On30, so it put me off doing that sort of conversion with steam engines for a while.

Over the next two years, parts of it were stripped off and used in other projects. In fact, the tender I'd kitbashed ended up behind the Forney when I kitbashed it into an 0-4-0:

But now, I decided to have another go at converting this locomotive. I'd had a couple more years experience since than, and learned a few new techniques, including 3D printing. However, I'd re-used the motor from the original attempt in order to get no. 9, my 'American Prince', up and running. As such, I decided to purchase another donor engine and have a completely fresh start.

On the Roundhouse 2-8-0, the middle drivers are blind. The front and rear drivers do have flanges, but the rear drivers have traction tyres. I've never liked traction tyres, as when they fail, the locomotive becomes unusable. On my first attempt, I'd taken them out and filled in the groove on the wheels with Bullfrog Snot.

This time, however, the replacement was much quicker and simpler. I still had the chassis from my first attempt, so I just replaced the rear drivers on the new engine with the lead drivers from the original one. Once this was done, I tested it on my workbench. Fortunately the quartering lined up, and the chassis ran smoothly in both directions.

My next step was to install a small, non-sound DCC decoder in the tender. This particular decoder doesn't have back-EMF functionality, which was just what I was after.

Given my problems the first time around, I wanted to ensure the locomotive would work on the layout. Once the decoder was installed, I ran the loco over every single section of track on the layout, in both directions.

Only one section presented a problem, this short piece of track coming off the passing track at Camp A. When coming from the side of the loop closest to the fascia, the loco would always derail. After playing around with it for a bit, I found that putting a 1mm thick styrene strip under the sleepers on the fascia side fixed the problem.

My next step was to adjust the power pickups on the locomotive. On both this and the first one, I'd noticed that the pickup wipers didn't touch the wheels all the time, just when the wheels were pushed in towards the chassis. As such, the tender wheels seem to provide the bulk of the power pickup.

In order to rectify this, I bent the pickup wipers outward so they touched the rear of the wheels, then put them back in. Given that I'd made a change to the chassis, I then performed another test run. This time, the locomotive ran dismally. It took a much higher starting voltage to get it moving, and it struggled with curves.

That was when the penny dropped.

The first time around, I'd made the same modification, but I hadn't tested the chassis. Now this modification was making this new chassis act the same way. At the time, I'd just thought this was due to the wires rubbing on the flywheel. After bending the wipers back to their original positions, the locomotive once again ran as expected. At this point, I ordered a Soundtraxx currentkeeper module to go along with the TSU-2200 decoder.

Now that I had confirmed the locomotive was running smoothly and wouldn't have a problem with the track, I was ready to start construction itself. Unlike the other HO scale models I've converted, this locomotive has both a cast metal body and a metal chassis. The only plastic parts were the cab and the smokebox door. As such, the body contains most of the weight for the locomotive.

In order to keep this, I decided to build the On30 body on top of the original body. I started by removing the cab, then sawing the domes and smokestack off. I also removed the original handrails, putting them and their stanchions aside for later use.

My next step was to provide an anchor for the rear of the body. The rear wall of the HO scale cab had a notch at the bottom, which fit over a tab on the chassis. I cut off this section of the rear wall, and glued it in position. I had to use some 2x2mm styrene strip to position it far enough out from the rear of the body.

There’s one point at which the original pilot deck is attached to the chassis by a thin section of metal. On both my original attempt and this one, I accidentally broke it off at this spot. As such, I decided to completely replace it. To mount the new deck, I glued some 2x2mm styrene strips along the remaining part of the original one - one on either side of the small protrusion at the front.

With this done, I made the pilot deck itself. I cut the initial shape from 1.5mm styrene, then marked out the centreline and fitted the coupler. I then glued 2x2mm styrene strip around the edge, leaving a gap for the coupler.

After this, I glued 0.25mm styrene sheet across the top, to conceal the hole for the coupler screw. Once it had dried, I made the coupler lift bar from some 0.5mm copper wire and four of the handrail stanchions I'd removed from the HO scale body.

While that dried, I turned my attention to the body itself. I used 1mm styrene to extend the footplate, then added 2x2mm styrene strip around the edges. I also added two short sections of this strip just in front of the raised section that held the original cab in place, to bring the front cab wall forward.

With the footplate done, my next step was to add the boiler. I wanted a bigger boiler than the one I'd used on my 2-6-2 tank engine conversions, so I grabbed the next biggest PVC pipe I had. This has a 33mm outside diameter, which scales out to about 62". This worked, as I was after a 'chunky' look for this engine, something similar to East Broad Top No. 15.

I cut and filed the boiler into shape, so that it would fit over the original HO scale boiler while leaving the bottom of the original smokebox exposed. This was to ensure the body would fit properly onto the chassis.

Once the boiler had dried, I filled in the gap between the new boiler and the original smokebox with body putty. When it was dry, I sanded it to shape and cut it to fit around the smokebox support on the chassis.

The next step was to sort out the rear of the footplate. On the original model, the wires ran straight out of the back of the body, above the tab that held it in place. I wanted to have them a bit lower. In order to do this, I used 2x2mm styrene strips to extend the rear of the body. I left a gap around the hole in the section I'd cut from the original cab. These were cut 2mm narrower than the footplate, to leave room for the cab walls.

I then covered the strips with a piece of 0.5mm styrene, and filed it to fit. This left a small gap at the bottom, through which the wires will be run.

With the basic body done, I made the cab. Each wall was made from two layers of 1mm styrene. The windows in the inner layer were cut so that there would be a sill around the insides. They were also cut 1mm shorter at each end, to accommodate the outside walls. I also added cutouts on the sides, then put 2.5x0.5mm styrene strips in them to simulate the wood paneling I've seen on other engines. It's a look that I like.

Once the cab was assembled, I glued it in place and used styrene to fill out the floor. I then used a section of pipe and styrene to build firebox, to cover the original. I also added the handrail stanchions to the boiler, and drilled holes for the handrails in the front of the cab.

On past builds, I'd either used a brass casting for the smokebox door and built the boiler to fit, or I'd made it out of styrene. This time, however, I wanted to try something different. So I designed them in Blender, along with a few other detail parts. I did a version with rivets and a version with bolts, to hedge my bets. I knew the bolt heads would print, as I'd used them on my Bachmann 2-6-0 pilot. It was the first time I'd tried 3D printing rivets, though.

The other detail parts included a cowcatcher pilot, the front and rear headlights, and the round bits that go on the front of the tender. The headlights were adapted from the ones I'd designed for my 3D printed boxcab diesel. Once I'd finished the design, I uploaded them to Shapeways.

At this point, I was ready to start on the tender. This will be covered in part 2 of this write-up.

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