#the images for the mood board were found on google | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

halleyuhm · 5 months

Text

You want to write.

@flashfictionfridayofficial

It shouldn't be that hard: you simply need to sit down, and type. In fact, you are already sitting down. But you are scrolling down on Tumblr, once again, reading about your mutual's amazing works, and their compelling plots, and their amazing characters, and- You stop. No, you promised yourself you would work on your project today. It excites you, you have had it itching on your mind while you were busy, and now that you are free, alone in your room and with the whole afternoon for yourself, you can finally scratch that itch.

You quit Tumblr. The calendar Widget accuses you, looking at you with all the tasks that are still marked red throughout the week, a parade of errands, deadlines, and appointments that stretch along the month. Feeling your anxiety kick in, you make sure nothing is as urgent as to keep you distracted today. Nothing is. Except maybe that hang out with your friends this Saturday: you still haven't checked the public transport schedule. Quickly, you type your destination and calculate which is the best bus to take. Most options are good enough, but you opt for the one that will let you eat peacefully and still catch the bus with no hurry. Having decided, you get into your friend's group chat and let them know you will be there at 15:30. When the new message makes the others move, you notice how old your wallpaper is. It annoys you.

You slip into your Photo Album and scroll around in search of a new wallpaper. Nothing convinces you. Most are too bright for your liking, and not very aesthetic. Pinterest is the solution. Your recommended page catches your eye for a second, but you power through because you have already lost enough time, and you are here on a quest. Or you would be, if not for the fact you just found a picture that just summarized the feeling of your project in a single image. You save it to your pin board, and a tiny lightbulb lights up in your mind. You could craft a moodboard. The image you found is perfect, you may be able to put something together. There were these pictures at the beginning of the board that could look amazing in the corners. Maybe downloading them and heading over to PicsArt will do the trick.

It looks great after some mingling. You choose pics, delete others, and manage to put together a moodboard you are very proud of. So you head over to Tumblr to post it, format the post to look amazing and spend some time tagging funny quotes. You wonder if you should add more Easter Eggs, but after reflecting on it, you post it as it is. Then, you check your feed to make sure you aren't missing anything, and find out your favourite mutual just published an excerpt. After reading it, a plot bunny is born in your head. You are not sure of the logistics, though, so you open a new tab in Google and do a little research. Just a little, because your current project mustn't be overridden by this new idea. In fact, weren't you supposed to be writing right now?

You go back to your home screen and slide into Spotify to choose some music. If you are going to write, you need to set the mood, of course. Now, what would be the best playlist? A scary one for that tension scene you've been eager to write? Suggestive since the main character and the love interest are about to confess to each other? Maybe just some chill music to drown the background noise. That would be the best. Now that you have the music, you have to find the position because your back is killing you from being lying down all day.

A notification catches your attention: your friends are confirming they are up to hanging out on Saturday. You get in to send a "hahaha". Then you start the song again because this tiny distraction disrupted the flow. And now, now! Now you can begin writing.

You open your story and reread your last paragraph. And you remember why you stopped last time: you were supposed to find a name for this new character. You stopped writing because no name you thought about encapsulated the essence of this new person who randomly decided to appear in your project. The imactivity causes the screen to go black.

It's obvious: you are not in control anymore, up to the point that this project is taking a toll on you. But, oh, all your Tumblr friends, all these amazing stories you read... they do seem to know what they are doing. Unlike you, they do write, because they do know how to, and they are good at it. And, meanwhile, here you are, unable to get a single word down even though you are craving to do it.

Maybe you simply have to learn from them, pick up the clues they leave, and study how they build their chapters. Maybe you have to read a lot more. That's it. That's what you have to do.

You open Tumblr again.

#flash fiction friday #flash fiction #writing prompt #writeblr event #am writing #creative writing

9 notes · View notes

alightineverydarkness · 7 months

Text

in Moskau geboren, lebt in Leipzig

Russian artists have now turned into “Russia-born” artists, without home or citizenship. How do you think this makes Ukrainians feel?

It is a conversation I want to have: why it is important to me that Russians are either not seen, or seen only as Russians, which they are. There have been many, many times, when a retweet or a collaboration brings a Russian-sounding name into my field, presents their work to me, and it is only up to me to wonder about the all-too-typical sound of their name. And these people are all the same: they have familiarly empty profile descriptions, no location – or somewhere in Germany, possibly some allusion to being a “citizen of the world”; no identification except for everything temporary, everything shamefully ambiguous. I always scroll down to the start of the full-scale invasion, February 24th 2022, and there is often a break in posts, but rarely even the most tacit acknowledgement. (It’s not just me, by the way: most Ukrainians, finding one’s eyes aimed at the horror of a Russian’s Instagram, scroll down to the day of the invasion – it’s a good test; you should try this as well). And we all know that by April 2022 most Russians in Europe live it up again like nothing’s happened. For them, nothing really did at all – as opposed to for Ukrainians that escaped the carnage to Europe. For them, each day is only slightly less of a nightmare that it is for Ukrainians at home.

On the profile of a mysterious artist with a Russian-sounding name it remains only for me to scroll further still, into before they ran from home, to see a picture from a Moscow art gallery, a hipster venue (rarely tagged, of course). I now have a habit of zooming into old images, looking for street signs, license plates, store fronts, which is usually what gives these people away. Often these incriminating objects can be found right by the edge of a frame, and we all know why: because even years ago the Russian sensed how shameful it was to be there and do nothing. How embarrassing to accidentally reveal the festering cyst of your provenance to the world! No matter what these furtive, sycophant émigrés tell you now: most of them, from the annexation of Crimea in 2014 and invasion into East of Ukraine, secretly sensed they were no longer on the right side of history, feared they would have to answer for it, and today will do everything to get off scot-free. They didn’t do anything, I expect, is the argument: tellingly, it is as much an excuse as it is an admission of guilt, of having done nothing under fascism. Of having benefitted from the imperial, fascist state’s power and mystique, and fleeing the moment it became inconvenient to be there. Now a Russian artist can limit their responsibility to the one-time error of being “Moscow-born”: then, for 30 years, they existed in a vacuum. For people like them, the full-scale war, the massive slaughter, has probably been a blessing: it served to better illustrate how fascist Russia is, and how clueless and child-like these people chose to be. The genocide makes it that much easier for Russians to ask for help: they just have to say they’re no longer Russian. People in Europe are generally too polite to ask a grown fucking man why he did nothing.

The profiles of many Russian artists are now very minimal; often a bland mood board of anonymous “aesthetic” pictures, with no locations, no identifying signs, all life drained. From there, I go into the “tagged” tab, or, if listed, their website. Today, though, the “about” section of the website contains a simple photo of the artist and a self-deprecating joke, instead of a factual bio. More suspicious, I go on into the “blog” section, and there it is, in a YouTube thumbnail of some interview, tiny text in German, “in Moskau geboren, lebt in Leipzig”. Well, good on me for knowing some German. I google: a Russian website lists him as “Russian artist, living in Germany” – because of course, one can be honest in a language the rest of the world won’t read. Good on me for knowing this language too. I can assemble a truth piece by piece.

Why do they hide their provenance? Either because they know they are culpable, or they like the genocide and think the issue is russophobia – which, in reality, is just the world telling them they are guilty. The latter crowd haven’t realized their guilt yet, but they will.

The only Russians that would call themselves that, are the ones who are honest: either about believing I should be dead, or, in incomparably smaller numbers, driving home the rare opposing view together with the Armed Forces of Ukraine.

No serious Ukrainian artist works after February 24th, 2022 as if nothing happened. I know many who Russians killed, and I know many who are fighting in the military, like me. I know some, whose art irreversibly changed or stopped even earlier, after Russia’s invasion into the East of Ukraine in 2014. Wouldn’t it at least be somewhat fair to not give Russians a platform they themselves took from people they are currently killing? Not fully fair, because nothing can compare to what they did to us, but… Maybe at least not until they stop killing?

I’ll let you in on an open secret: every single one of these artists would cease to be “Moscow-born” and revert to “Russian” the moment it was convenient, beneficial to their image, the moment it was again Russian Empire, best known for the fucking Dostoyevsky and Chekhov, and not the endless murder. This is just crisis management. And these phrases have nothing to do with whatever it is in their hearts, both stand for the same moral bankruptcy. But we already knew that from their work, where war and responsibility are absent, didn’t we?

An example! Before the war I routinely engaged in self-destructive conversation with what I considered to be a Russian friend. I, of course, was conscious of how shameful this was – but it was strange: we met on Twitter, after following the same “dirtbag left” American podcasters and reading the same list of “difficult” white male authors: Pynchon, Foster Wallace, McCarthy, the postmodernist lit bro shit. Over the years, we only met once and it was depressing; we texted exclusively in English (my few attempts at being less pretentious by switching to Russian were met with ridicule and increasing annoyance). Our main conversation topics were song lyric-based puns, “male depression”, and writing. The one time I asked him about whether he voted in the then-contemporary Russian election (I use the world loosely), he told me he obviously ignored it and bullied me for even suggesting he might stoop so low as to give two shits about the politics of the country he lived in. Later yet, when I would mention that hundreds of thousands of Russian soldiers have gathered at the Ukrainian borders – which was all the talk here in the winter of 2021 – he made fun of me again, first in a maddeningly dismissive manner, and upon further anxiety, flatly telling me to relax, nothing was going to happen, it obviously could only be for show, only not real. By New Year 2022 we had a falling out based on the fact that I was no longer “fun” to talk to for a left-wing Russian, and he erased the entirety of our conversation. I heard from him again in early March, as a soldier, when he asked “are you like alive over there”. He now lives in Armenia, for “no reason”, and is annoyed by Armenians addressing him in Armenian. I checked: on Twitter, he is yet to acknowledge anything resembling a war taking place. A paragon of Russian left-wing intellectual thought, folks. I assume this illustrates why, and often, how, a Russian that spent adult life in Russia past the point of, say, the bloody, horrific invasion into Georgia in 2008, is responsible for allowing the fascists to stay in power today. Meanwhile, I was at one revolution in Ukraine when I was 18, before I even knew him.

Making art is a choice, a privilege and a blessing – it is not a survival necessity. But winning this war is, for us. When you choose to give voice to a Russian, you prolong the war, you continue the muddling of clear waters started by the Russian government itself: as if it weren’t simple, as if there were two sides to Russia, to this conflict, to a soldier who entered a sovereign nation and killed. As if the Russians that didn’t vote, that drank Club Mate in Mutabor and left for Georgia, are somehow deserving of pity and support, as if they were somehow not guilty, as if it was not all Russians. It creates ambiguity, and if the universal opinion of Russians is ambiguous at a gallery show in Leipzig, it can be just as ambiguous of a Russian soldier in Mariupol. He could’ve been a painter too, maybe? He just made a few missteps? As if your goal was to prove that the net result of these people walking the earth was not murder, bloodshed and pain. Sure, some of the kids who didn’t enlist may have recorded some lame techno and made a few paintings, but that didn’t bring back the Ukrainian children their classmates slaughtered; the kids that did enlist, left a forever wound on the world.

Ask yourself: is any, any art at all, worth a murdered Ukrainian? Is there a Russian artist you know, whose work is so unique and irreplaceable at your festival or your Instagram feed, that somewhere in a village in the South of Ukraine, a woman must be tortured to death in the attic of her house? Or maybe you could hold off on putting these pathetic “Russia-born” cowards in my social media feeds for the duration of the genocide? I am sick of this bullshit, I am calling it now. Make a decision here. It’s the era of picking sides. This is a history book now: all will be remembered.

If a commission falls through and a Russian artist goes hungry for a week, and that is the only price they pay for completely ignoring the politics of their own country their whole life, or, better yet, knowingly being a fascist – I’d think they should thank the Lord. They should consider that the actual price for their willful helplessness is being paid right now by incomparably more brave, dignified people – Ukrainians – in blood. It happens every fucking day. Any Russian that is embarrassed enough to identify as one, knows – we are doing their work, and they made it as hard as possible.

A point to consider: Russians (“good” ones included) have proven themselves time and time again to lack any sense of morality. I am raising this issue not simply because I am tired of seeing Russians in my feed, but more because I want the war to end, and I know well that any appeal to logic, ethics, or the idea of collective responsibility will have a negligible effect on Russians. The only way to make a Russian a political actor of any kind is to make apolitical, ignorant existence impossible to maintain. Which is where the “let’s not book a Russia-born artist” approach comes in.

A further point, in case you still haven’t made the same logical conclusion. Our victory is the only hope for the Russian people to be allowed in civil society again someday. Think about it – there is no future, no acceptance, no peace if they achieve their goal and kill a country. Neither if the war is frozen with 20% of Ukraine occupied – these regions will remain a crime scene, Russia will continue the ethnic cleansing. This far into a well-documented genocide, the only way out for them is to lose the war, admit it all, and ask for forgiveness. I will not forgive them, but someone else may. I am no longer hopeful of a revolution in Russia like I was in the early days of the war. I did not think they would swallow this down, but they did. It seems like the mysterious Russian soul was merely slightly inconvenienced by the absence of McDonald’s, found a way to import Apple devices again and the general dissatisfaction with murder – gruesome, violent murder every day – seems fairly low from where I’m sitting. Thousands of them have recently attended a rally in the Moscow’s Red Square, celebrating the shaky-legged, blood-soaked occupation of four more regions of my home. A cheerful crowd of thousands stretched as far as the eye could see, and the only revolution they ever had, the one engraved in the collective consciousness as “the [archetypal] revolution”, has been, looking back, merely a replacement of a Tsar with the Party (no, that wasn’t communism). The current Tsar is now of the Party (Putin is an ex-KGB officer). The modern rulers of Russia present themselves as logical ancestors of the Party, but also of the tsars – officially honoring both – thus, erasing the dichotomy, making a revolution seem impossible. To an outside observer like me, it just seems to imply that Russians will swallow anything you shit in their mouths.

Here’s a thought I carried around for 1.5 years and never found any flaw in: any Russian that opposes genocide should be at the front lines, fighting on our side. It makes absolute sense to me; I even think that any such Russian should feel massive guilt that their own fight with their own fascism crossed our borders and touched us at all! The consequences of Russians’ wrong choices, in a just world, should’ve only been their own to face. Well, oh, but it’s all so complicated, the world doesn’t work like that. I’m sure someone will inevitably try to explain this to me, but I won’t get it. All in all, I do not believe that Russian cities will ever be hit with as many missiles, shells, mines, bombs and drones as Ukrainian cities have been. It will never be “an eye for an eye”, the simplest principle of all. I’ve learned to expect this thought to be widely controversial, but… having carried this idea for a long time – at war with these people – I still believe this. I still can’t see why it is our job and not theirs. As it became in February of 2022, a historic time: a Ukrainian artist picks up a rifle, a Russian artist edits their Instagram bio.

And I know, having picked up that rifle, that doing the right thing is hard. It’s scary! A revolutionary knows that the pain is inevitable: one can either take the whole of it at once, or have it spread upon a cursed remnant of a hollow life. Dissected by this question alone, the difference between the heart of a Russian and the heart of Ukrainian is anatomically displayed.

Ask your “Russia-born” friend today why they never did anything, why they aren’t doing anything now. They will probably tell you they were either too young, or too old, or they are donating money to a charity to pay off their conscience. Or maybe, they all had a doctor’s appointment on the day of the revolution, so nobody came.

3 notes · View notes

the-curators-archives · 1 year

Text

Here’s a another mood board in theme for this month ^^

(All images were found on google)

9 notes · View notes

kjeffcoatsvad · 1 year

Text

Process Blog Weeks 11+12

In our readings this week we talked about Developers in design. Technology in Design is very important. I’m naturally not very technologically inclined and since starting this class I have learned basic computer skills that have helped me navigate this space more efficiently. I want to expand my knowledge to be more skilled with digital media. In this chapter we discussed how navigating between different media between different media is a trait valued in a graphic designer. One of these designers who stood out to me in the book was Mark Webster. He showed how programming can enhance graphic design. He also created a nonprofit organization FAB (Free Art Bureau) whose mission is to promote programming practices in the arts. His worked showed me there are a lot of overlaps between designing and coding. Like in coding there are systems that establish a cohesive process. This system could refer to grids or programs. The book talks about how a grid can enable a designer to place their designs in such a way to create a cohesive look that spans the whole composition. With Project 6 coming up I found this reading to be so helpful because in our process book, we need to create a cohesion with our design. The reading has inspired me to research more into computer skill specifically basic programming.

Since wrapping up project 4, we did project 5 and started project 6. Project 5 was an introduction to InDesign. During this process I learned the basic functions of InDesign. InDesign so far has been a different beast to master, it is so different from the other programs we have used in the class so far. Project 5 was focused on syntax and semantics. For this project we had to choose an object and collect 4 different variations of that object and explain the syntax/semantics of those objects. The objects I choose was boots, I choose boots because I felt like there are so many different types of boots that fit different styles and aesthetics. I sourced all my images from google, and honestly it was a fun experience. This part of the project made me feel like I was online shopping. Our images for this project were required to have a white background so I had to import some of my images into Photoshop to fix their background color.

After all my edits were done, I dragged all my images into the InDesign Template, and started to think. Explaining the Syntax of an object was hard, and it twisted my brain. It makes you think differently, I found myself breaking my objects down into different shapes and forms and tried to explain how they worked together to make a complete object. I just wanted to say it was a boot, but I couldn’t. Explaining the Semantics of my objects was a lot simpler than the syntax. It was a more intuitive process. I used the different variations of Depot New for the typeface which included: Bold, regular, and italic. After finishing this project, we had to print our 11x17 document at the print lab to bring into class.

Below is the finished project.

Our last project for this class is project 6. Project 6 is a process book that encompasses all the work we have done this semester in ARTS 102. We are using InDesign for this project. This week we were introduced to this project at the Thomas Cooper library, and we were supplied a numerous number of books to look through for inspiration and ideas, Student examples were also given. After class I made a mood board to get an idea of where I want my head to be in this project. I’m using a modular grid for my book, for the most flexibility in my design.

My Mood Board

1 note · View note

hotch-stufff · 3 years

Text

I'd Rather Watch You Fall

Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x reader

Warnings!: mentions of an attack, kissing, making out, not much else, fluffy ending

Word count: 1.1 k

Description: you get hurt on a case and Gibbs offers to do hand to hand combat with you. What happens when things get a little, steamy?

A/N: I love this so much, oh my gosh. I dont know what it is or where this idea came from, but I hope you like it!

*Mood board is mine, but images are from Google search

---------

You sighed as you sat down in the back of the ambulance, an ice pack being held to your face.

You really were out of practice.

A suspect had been within your reach, you could have grabbed him. And you tried. But he quickly overpowered you, and you had taken the brunt of a beating.

Fortunately Gibbs had been close by in the building during the search and had yanked the guy off of you. But not before the suspect gave you a black eye.

So here you were, a paramedic had just finished checking you out. Your lip was swollen, and your eye was already sporting a nice black bruise.

Someone cleared their throat and you looked up to find Gibbs standing in front of you, a rather pissed off look on his face.

"Yes Gibbs?" Your voice was tight. He was clearly mad.

"The hell happened back there Y/l/n?" He asked, running his hand through his hair.

"I might be a bit out of practice. I haven't taken down a suspect in a while." You shook your head and looked back up at him. "Nobody will train with me either, apparently my right hook is a little too uncoordinated." You rolled your eyes as you repeated Dinozz's response when you had asked him for help.

"I'll help ya." Your eyebrows rose in shock.

"Seriously?" You asked.

"Yeah. Some hand to hand combat wouldn't hurt." He spoke. "Soon as that eye is better, we'll start." And he walked off without another glance.

Did that really just happen?

You never thought Gibbs was serious, but as soon as he had seen your black eye disappear, he told you to meet him in the gym after work.

So here you were, in the gym, waiting on the mat.

He eventually walked through the gym doors, wearing a t-shirt and shorts?

You had never seen him in anything so casual. It was strange.

Apparently you were staring because the next thing you knew he was clearing his throat and raising his eyebrows.

"There a problem y/l/n?" he asked quickly.

"No sir. Sorry." You shook your head and pushed away all thoughts about how attractive he looked.

"Alright we're gonna start off simple. Just try and pin me to the mat." He stood tall in front of you, bending his legs slightly.

And you began.

The first round, he pinned you to the mat.

And then he did it again.

And again.

And then one more time.

Now he had you pinned down and you sighed in frustration.

"This isn't working Gibbs. I don't see how this is supposed to help." He got up and reached down and arm to haul you up.

"Try again, but this time, turn and grab my arm when I throw the punch, instead of just ducking." He grunted out. You sighed again and stood straight.

He threw his punch then, and you turned, grabbing his arm over your shoulder and flipping him onto the ground.

You were standing over him, a playful glint in your eye.

"Like that?" You asked innocently. He grunted, mainly because his back really didn't appreciate that. But it was good. He stood up again.

"Good. Now when I go to grab you, make sure ya don't let me put my weight into it." You weren't quite sure what he meant and really didn't see this going well, but you nodded and stood ready.

He lurched forward going to grab you, and you stepped backwards because, you weren't entirely sure what he was doing.

He ended up tripping over his feet and practically face planting into the mat.

You couldn't hold back your laugh.

He looked up at you glaring.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. But what exactly was i supposed to do there?" You said between laughs.

"You were supposed to let me grab ya, then force me off of you." He said, grunting as he turned over on his back.

"Ooh. Well that makes more sense." You said and a smirk appeared on your face. "But I think I'd rather watch you fall." You giggled at his glare.

But your laughter soon died when he grabbed your foot and pulled you down. You aren't entirely sure what happened. But the next thing you knew he was on top of you, his legs between your own and his arms on either side of your head as you lay on the mat.

"Jesus Gibbs." You muttered out at the ache in your back. But all complaints leave you as you look up into his eyes.

He was just staring down at you, a smirk on his face.

"I think I'd rather watch YOU fall." He says, repeating your earlier words. Which just spurs you on.

You soon found yourself wrapping your legs around his middle and flipping the two of you over so that you were on top of him.

You ended up essentially straddling him, and you went rigid when he groaned.

You looked down at him this time and froze at the look in his eyes.

He couldn't stop himslef from sealing your lips together.

He reached up a hand and buried it in your hair, pulling your face as close as possible. His lips moved against yours at a bruising pace and you couldn't stop even if you wanted to.

And you never wanted to stop kissing this man.

But unfortunately the need for air grew too strong. You pulled away slowly, panting for breath, and looked deep into his eyes.

He didn't give you a second to think before he had flipped you over again and began kissing you again, pushing you into the mat.

His lips moved against your own in a passionate embrace and he didn't let up for a second. You felt his hand move down to your thigh and bring your leg to wrap around his waist.

"Gibbs." You whined and it seemed to knock him out of whatever trance he was in.

He was pulling off of you and standing up quicker than you could process.

"Gibbs?" You said again, but this time a question in your voice. What happened?

"Um. This isn't a good idea." Your heart fell.

"Why?" You asked. No way in hell were you letting him push you away.

You stood quickly and walked until you were right in front of him.

"Y/n…" his voice was a whisper as you leaned in again, kissing him softly.

"I want this Gibbs. If you don't. Tell me now. But just know that I really want this." He nodded and leaned back in once more. His passionate kiss was all the answer you needed and you smiled against his mouth.

---------

Thanks for reading! Hope you guys enjoyed it!

Requests are still open. If you would like to use it here is my prompt list, please ask away!

And if you would like to read more of my work, here is my masterlist.

#jethro gibbs x reader #gibbs imagine #ncis gibbs #jethro gibbs #gibbs #gibbs x reader #imagine #angst #fluff #reader insert #ncis reader insert #ncis x reader #ncis imagine #ncis

310 notes · View notes

wroteonedad · 2 years

Text

2014 tumblr was the peak of the century

every day, i will always think about how life was so much more simple. and not just because i was 14 years old and had no idea how the world worked. i was completely infatuated with the culture and aesthetic of tumblr in 2014 and i would do anything in the world to bring the aesthetic back.

arctic monkeys self titled album. boxed and blk water. THAT american apparel white tennis skirt. american apparel before it went into liquidation. 'ppolishprincess'.

there is not one sentence i can use to describe this image, but this image in particular. it took me a good 10 minutes of google searching keywords such as, 'sad 2014 indie tumblr kids' before i finally clicked enough and found this again. i could write an entire dissertation on how bad i wanted to be every person in this photo in 2014. they were the pinnacle of cool to me. i know too well that with every minor inconvenience that ever happened to them, they would simply put their earphones in and stream 'ribs', and every trouble they had would go away.

perhaps it is brash and irrational to even try to say that nothing in my life could ever compare to the type of media that i consumed day in day out in 2014, but i have not felt the same happiness as i have since the days i was exposed to this aesthetic. it makes me feel nostalgic. i'm not sure if i feel this way because i'm 21 and am already going through regression and nostalgic stages,,, perhaps this is the impact from all of the covid-19 lockdowns. i am convinced i will never feel the same way about life again. i never even got to live the life i idolised online. but the whole time period shaped me into the person i am today. i think 14 year old me would think 21 year old me is the coolest person ever.

all i am saying is not only did 2014 tumblr exist, but it also had such a huge impact on pop culture. there was once a time that i thought kylie jenner was an icon. i still think kylie jenner in 2014 when she was bleaching the ends of her hair every colour under the sun and wearing ripped black skinny jeans is pretty cool. if she was british, i just know alex turner would have written a song about her. alexa chung's 'it' was such a talking point with this aesthetic, and until the day i finally purchase the book and read it, i can never say i've successfully lived through the 2014 era. last year, i ended up purchasing the primark knock off of the american appearel tennis skirt. they came back into fashion for a hot minute. again, i think this had a lot to do with many people feeling nostalgic as they were going in and out of lockdowns.

they way that 2014 tumblr romanticised smoking, listening to ultraviolence as if lana del rey was a god and using filters on vsco will forever be unmatched. i think this era is the reason why i will sit down and have a heated debate with any person that ultraviolence is actually the best album in her discography, with no real reason as to why other than i didn't let myself listen to any of her albums released post ultraviolence. i still can't skip 'why'd you only call me when you're high' every time it comes on shuffle because of the nostalgia it brings me. i wasn't living the aesthetic life the way everyone else was, i was simply behind the computer screen, scrolling endlessly on tumblr all night, reblogging all of these photos and using my tumblr as a mood board for what i wanted to be. i would be in bed listening to the neighbourhood, lana, the xx, sometimes even SOPHIE's very early stuff, i'm talking the lemonade and hard era (thanks instagram user ppolishprincess).

the music of the era is just as iconic. i dipped into this era of tumblr just as i was coming out of my 'i'm not like other girls, i don't listen to chart music' phase. truthfully, i was still listening to bastille and probably imagine dragons to some extent. and as i have gotten older, i have discovered that there was even more music from 2014 that i completely dismissed because i'm pretty certain i only listened to the same five albums over and over again. i think that's okay because i still listen to those same 5 albums over and over now.

i was going to include a screenshot that included actual things that i had posted on my blog in 2014 but i think i'll simply not post it considering i came across the blk bottles of water next to gifs of luke hemmings from 5sos. if i'm completely honest, i don't even recall being a huge 5 seconds of summer stan. in fact, the blog i ran in 2014 contains an actual SCM music player, a super savvy choice then. it made me feel like i was running a myspace in 2007, to be that annoying person that when you click on their profile, some loud music starts blasting from their page and it makes you jump out of their skin. this music player on my blog features half of marina & the diamond's discography (before she lost the & the diamonds part).

in conclusion, i miss it and i still want to be that person who was posting all of the 'soft grunge' items on tumblr rather than the person sat behind the screen reblogging it all.

#2014 tumblr #nostalgia #writing #thoughts #indie #ppolishprincess #the 1975 #the neighbourhood #arctic monkeys #misc #first post #american apparel #joanna kuchta #lana del rey #marina #marina & the diamonds #blk #alexa chung

138 notes · View notes

20dollarlolita · 3 years

Note

hello! so i have this thrifted chiffon blouse that has a good shape and some nice embroidery up top, but the rest of it is very plain and not quite up to lolita standards. i’m at least going to replace the cheap lace on the collar... any other tips on how to alter a blouse to look better with lolita?

So you asked a simple question, and I feel like I'm about to assign you homework, like a teacher or something.

But, if you want to know how to add details that fit into lolita, have you tried mood boarding?

(If you're short on time, zip down to the *** near the bottom, where I start explicitly answering this question)

I'm working on one right now for designing a punk lolita cutsew. Punk lolita is extremely difficult to design for, because the punk aesthetic and the lolita aesthetic are often at odds. The lolita fashion community loves to say "this is a nice outfit but it's not lolita" (which is our right, and I love the fashion for that) and it's a given constant that any punk inspired fashion is going to have someone say, "yeah, that's really not punk". So, I made a mood board to reference and help me make my designs.

I make mood boards pretty much any time I'm designing something and am not going into it completely sure of what I want.

This is a giant mood board, and you obviously don't need to go this far for simple design things like the bottom of a blouse, but here's what I did for this and how I'm using it to help design:

This mood board is divided into five sections, with each section being about 1500px high by 3000px wide.

The sections are, top to bottom:

What cutsews look like, with a focus on brands that listed in the lolita wiki's list of punk brands.

What Google Images thinks "punk fashion" looks like

What Google Images thinks "punk lolita" looks like

What people who know what punk lolita think punk lolita looks like (This all came from the #punklolita tag on Instagram, and is blurred because I didn't ask any of these people if I could use their coord posts. The version I'm working from is not blurred. When I was looking for images in this tag, I filtered out images that clearly were not lolita)

What people who know what punk fashion is think punk fashion is (this is focused on images of bands that made it to wikipedia's "list of punk artists" as well as historical images of punk fashion. I tried to focus on not picking models wearing punk fashion for the sake of a photoshoot)

What is the advantage of this mood board?

First of all, when I made this mood board, I made a point to fill it as full of images as I possibly could. The general rule when you're researching a fashion trend is to research until you think you're done, and then keep going. A lot of the interesting things that I've found come up because I think I've exhausted all my options, but still have room on the board to fill. When I hit that point, I have to change focus slightly and expand or narrow my search terms. When "punk fashion" stopped having good google image results, I'd have to branch out to "punk fashion japan" or "punk -pants" or "rainbow punk" so that I could get more results and fill up the board.

Second of all, when I make my mood board, I only pick images that in some way seem relevant or in some way appeal to me. This means that there's 200 pictures on this board, but I've already looked through a thousand pictures and chosen not to use 800 of them. I can then get to designing and don't lose momentum by having to sort through a bunch of useless images that I don't like. I don't get distracted by having to stop and look up new images. I can just get to work.

Third of all, these were selected to research the overall trend of punk, punk lolita, and lolita cutsews. I already know what lolita looks like, so I don't have a 6th and 7th board section for "things google images thinks lolita looks like" and "things people who wear lolita think lolita looks like." These sections were largely selected independently of each other. When I was researching punk, I wasn't thinking about cutsews, and when I was researching cutsews by punk lolita brands, I wasn't really thinking about mainstream punk. I get useful results by searching the three terms (punk, lolita, cutsew) separately and then merging them in my head. If I have to find existing things that merge the three, I find fewer options, and I feel like I'm stealing existing designs.

Now, two out of my five sections are things that aren't really good examples of punk, lolita, or punk lolita. Why are they there? What was the point of just using google images and getting the wrong idea?

Well, general google searching is really bad for getting a specific thing correct, but it's very good at getting a general sense of what the general population thinks of when they think of that search term. People who might not know what punk fashion is sure think it involves a lot of tartan, grommets and straps, denim vests, and leather jackets. People who might not know what punk lolita is sure like that half skirt over a skirt made of ruffles, and they probably think it should be pink or red tartan.

So, I can look at my emic research that was made by people who actually know punk and/or lolita, but remember that I can fall back on leather straps and tartan skirts if it really just isn't ringing as punk lolita.

And then I can start merging things. I like cutsews with puffed sleeves. They're easy to sew. There's cutsews on my board that have puffed sleeves. However, when I look at the other four parts of the board, I see almost zero puffed sleeves. Therefore, even though I can conclude that a cutsew with puffed sleeves will ring true as a lolita cutsew, it will not seem particularly punk or particularly punk lolita. I can use this to fact-check all of my design decisions. I'm definitely allowed to deviate from the board, and design my own stuff if it looks good, but having this information available in one place can really help me if I get stuck.

Remember that we're more creative if we limit our focus to a smaller section of the subject than try to tackle the whole thing at once. It's why designers make collections instead of just designing individual pieces: making variations on a theme lets you pick variations that you wouldn't normally use. It's also the thing that makes lolita fashion so exciting to me; the Big Bad Rules of Lolita mean that making a coordinate is like filling out the pieces of a puzzle. The rules don't stifle our creativity; they make people find a new way to be creative.

***

Okay, Anon, but to answer your question, I made a smaller and much faster board.

What I did here was go to lolibrary, set the category to blouse, and then did a search for "chiffon". After I'd found about 8 images, I set a new search for blouse>"embroidery". Since I don't know what your blouse looks like, apart from that, I stopped there. If I was doing this for reals, I'd also go through the general blouse category and select any blouse that kind of looked like the one we're modifying. If it's got the same collar, grab blouses with that collar, and then see how different designers built the bottom half of blouses with that collar.

I'd also go through Instagram's tags (depending on the blouse, #classicallolita or #sweetlolita) and add pictures of people wearing chiffon blouses with skirts (I'm assuming that you're going to be wearing this with a skirt, since you're concerned about the bottom). I'd also check out taobao resale sites (devilinspired is so useful for research of what small brands are carrying, which is nice because they're useless to actually order from so it's handy that they have some purpose; my-lolita-dress falls into the same category of "great for research and otherwise useless"). These sites are good for research because they often have coordinate pictures to accompany a listing. Coordinate pictures that show how a garment is worn in the context of a full outfit are always more useful than pictures of the garment alone.

Just remember that, if you're using coord pictures without permission, that mood board better not leave your computer uncensored, because it's really not great to repost coords without asking, and it's against the rules of a lot of coord groups. Also, if you're using coord pictures as references, make sure you're not copying the entire coord. In this case, you'd be looking at how the bottom of the blouse interacts with the JSK or skirt that it's worn with. You can focus on the difference between how tucked-in blouses work with how tucked-out blouses function. You don't need to be copying someone's sock and headbow choices if you're just researching the bottom half of a blouse.

Once you know what you want to make, you just need to research the individual techniques for how to execute that. That can be a whole other ball game, but having a design to start from makes everything easier.

Edit: holy cow you said this off anon and I just assumed it was anon. My apologies for calling you anon!

#long post #when do i make a post that isn't long post #designing lolita #punk lolita #fashion design #mood board #ask #oviraptoridae

37 notes · View notes

ratstims · 3 years

Photo

Estella Havisham mood board! All images were found on Google, so I’m not too sure about the sources. The art is by daemonicqueer.

#moodboard #south park #South Park estella #estella havisham #red #green #pink #hearts #neon #flowers #my boards

13 notes · View notes

starrybluez · 3 years

Text

Thank you for tagging me @astarrynightinparis @music-on-canvas and @whats-her-name-virginia-plain 💜💙💛

The Rules: Google/search your name + your favorite color + the word ‘aesthetic’. Take the first four (non collage) photos and voila, you have your aesthetic mood board! Then tag your friends and mutuals to join!

I did two colors just because I thought some of the images I found for each color were interesting and went well together.

Sapphire Blue

Red Violet

(I used that last photo before!)

Tagging: @discreetmusic @duranarchy-in-the-uk @tiggertaylor @fatal-plastic-kiss @sotheredrhodes and anyone else if you'd like!

*pls don't reblog

#tag games #sapphire blue #violet red #aesthetic

6 notes · View notes

iobsessoverfictionalmen · 2 years

Text

The Danger of Devotion.

AN: This story contains mentions of kidnapping. It happens before the fic starts. There are mentions of near death and injury in this chapter (not to the reader).

If you’d like to be added to a tag list for this fic, please let me know by sending me an ask.

Chapter 1

You fought the gasp that threatened to burst its way out of your mouth when you saw the state of the living room in Spinner’s End. The room was a mess and there were clear signs of a struggle. The Floo Powder pot that was resting on the mantlepiece when you left this morning was dribbling down into the fireplace itself causing the flames to turn green every few seconds. The chair that you sat in last night while being cocooned in Severus’ arms was now strewn in pieces around the living room.

A noise caught your attention and you whipped around to see Narcissa, Lucius, and Draco coming into the lounge room from the dining room. Seeing your wand, they all held up their hands in surrender. “We had nothing to do with this, I promise,” Lucius vowed, stepping forwards.

You examined him and his family critically for some time before lowering your wand.

“I’ve never known one of Moody’s pupils to lower their wand,” Draco said.

“Moody taught me to distinguish between truth and fiction,” you replied.

As you looked at the Malfoy family again, it had been a few weeks since you’d last seen them at the Battle of Hogwarts. The memory of the event caused a painful twinge in your abdomen; even through Draco’s seventh year at Hogwarts, you and Severus were close with the older Malfoys and you counted yourself lucky that you could call Lucius and Narcissa your friends.

The Malfoy family looked less pale, less tired, and overall they seemed to be in better health than they had been during the Battle of Hogwarts. However despite Harry’s testimony and Voldemort’s defeat, the Malfoys had had their wands confiscated and you’d heard rumours that they were under close surveillance as ordered by the temporary Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. You also had a feeling that they were being shunned by some people in Magical Britain because of their actions during the war and their allegiance to Voldemort.

You had no idea how to phrase the question that was on your mind and shock was starting to sink its icy fingers into your body. Thankfully, Narcissa was able to voice the answer to the question that you couldn’t ask.

“As I navigated my way here before Draco’s sixth year, I was leading Draco and Lucius here and along the way, we discussed matters arising in Wizarding Britain although, in fear of eavesdroppers and undercover Aurors with a grudge, we did not use any names of individuals nor places. We were waiting to cross the street when there was a colossal bang which forced the door to Severus’ house open. Shortly after, thick, dark smoke billowed out of the doorway and Rookwood, Alecto and Amycus exited the house with an unconscious Severus in tow.”

“Severus didn’t go quietly,” Draco observed proudly, looking around the ruined lounge room, “I knew he was a fantastic dueller. He must’ve been surprised and the only reason that he was captured was probably because he’s still not at full strength because of…”

Draco trailed off before he could finish his sentence but you all knew what he was going to say. Nagini’s bites had seriously weakened Severus leaving him close to death. In fact Severus was so sure that he was going to die that he bequeathed his memories to Harry in order for the young man to defeat Voldemort. What Voldemort and Severus hadn’t counted on was Luna catching up to you in the Battle of Hogwarts and handing you a vial of antivenom, saying that you would need to run to administer the potion before it lost its full potency.

Your palms were sweaty as you fought your way to Severus and there were times that you had feared that you would be too late. There seemed to be many Death Eaters willing to duel you because they could or maybe because they held a grudge that you had one the Practical Defence teaching position. Thankfully, you did make it in time to provide Severus with the antivenom. Madame Pomphrey had warned you that Severus’ recovery would be a long one in spite of the man’s determination to continue living.

There was a pop and Harry, Ron, Kingsley, Minerva, and Hermione appeared in the middle of the ruined lounge room. You frowned at Kingsley for disturbing a crime scene and he winced and looked abashed; no doubt remembering Moody’s lectures on the subject.

“Blimey, what happened here?” Ron exclaimed with a low whistle.

“Some of Vol…his,” you corrected yourself, remembering that you were among people who didn’t like hearing the name spoken and perhaps due to some of your lingering worries that the Taboo on that particular name hadn’t been broken yet “remaining supporters broke in here. There was a duel and Severus didn’t leave here conscious.”

Harry and Minerva sent you a sympathetic look. They’d seen how much you cared for Severus following the battle and how much his vulnerable state affected you even though you’d tried to conceal your feelings so Severus wouldn’t pick up on them. The man had a tendency to be self-deprecating.

Ron met your eyes and subtly inclined his head in the direction of the Malfoy family. Hermione noticed them too and fidgeted briefly before pulling her sleeve down as if on reflex to ensure that her scarred arm was covered.

“Severus means a lot to all of us,” clearly Lucius had noticed Ron and Hermione’s reactions, “I promise that we had nothing to do with this. We will even swear it on our magic if we must.”

Minerva nodded stiffly, “That’s good enough for me. Did you see who attacked Severus?”

Figuring it would be better if you divulged the information, you nodded, “The Carrow siblings and Rookwood were the attackers.”

“Out of the three of them, Rookwood is the strongest,” Kingsley reasoned in his deep voice, “It’s possible that they relocated to Rookwood’s ancestral manor.”

You swallowed; the discussion of bases and strategy was familiar and you found yourself agreeing with Kingsley’s logic. Every few seconds, your thoughts returned to Severus and it took a lot of effort each time to focus on the present and not get swept away by your fears and memories of Severus.

Dimly, as if you were underwater, you heard Draco inquire as to how Minerva, Kingsley, Hermione, Harry, and Ron had known where to come. Kingsley’s reply was equally as muffled. You were just able to make out something about surveillance.

Narcissa must have noticed that you were close to being overwhelmed because in a show of support, bravery, and compassion, she walked forwards to stand next to you and rested a hand on your shoulder. The simple touch grounded you and you were able to refocus on what Kingsley was saying.

“While they aren’t a part of the Sacred 28, the Rookwood family is still an old and Pureblood family which means that they have a higher level of protection, this also means that the ancestral Rookwood manor will be Unplottable and untraceable by the officials at the Ministry.”

“Of course,” Hermione sighed glumly.

“The Ministry officials may not be able to locate Rookwood manor but they aren’t the only experts in Wizarding Britain, are they?” You asked, taking a few steps towards the door after Narcissa realised that you were okay and removed her hand, “We can ask the goblins at Gringotts.”

You paused when you noticed that Harry, Ron, and Hermione were not only not commenting on your idea but that they also looked distinctly uncomfortable.

“What is it?” Lucius demanded, also noticing their unease.

Harry licked his lips nervously, “I don’t think the goblins are going to be very happy to see us let alone want to help us.”

“And why is that?” Draco demanded tensely, “We need the goblins help to my godfather because, in case you’ve forgotten, he’s still not fully healed and he’s been kidnapped.”

“The last time we visited Gringotts, we broke into a high-security vault, robbed the vault, and freed the dragon that they were keeping there before riding to freedom on the said dragon,” Harry’s expression may have been blank but his tone was a mix of sheepishness and determination. You thought that you detected notes of anger and misery in there too.

#my writing #harry potter #post deathly hallows #severus snape lives au #severus snape #female reader #severus snape x reader #hermione granger #ron weasley #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #draco malfoy #spoilers for all the harry potter books and movies #the images for the mood board were found on google #credits to the original owners of the images

43 notes · View notes

gaysindistress · 6 months

Text

Oct 29 day 6 of halloweek: If I had a heart - fire god!bucky x human sacrifice! Reader

🚩As all of these will be dark/horror mood boards & blurbs, it goes without saying that there will be dark and/or horror themes. I will add specific warnings if there is anything that may be especially triggering however please keep in mind that dark and/or horror themes will be present regardless.🚩

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest.

A sacrificial lamb to be slaughtered is all I had become to my village.

Year after year they offered up the young and innocent to the ruthless fire god, James, in hopes that he would stop the fires that ravage our forests.

But our cries were never heard.

Year after year our woman were taken and their charred bodies were left in the center of the forest fires. Year after year we heard his menacing laugh ring out from under the roar of his fires, mocking us for placing our faith in him.

This year the village chose me, one of the last young woman who was unwed. I begged my father to do something, anything to save me, marry me off even but he refused.

"We need him to do save us and I know you can be the one to change his mind."

I laughed at the idea. James did not care for us or care what we wished. He only cared if we worshipped him and left another sacrificial lamb at the mouth of his forests.

Dressed in only a thin white shift and a blood-red shawl, I am left at the last clearing before the smoke and flames consume the woods. My father tries to wish me farewell but it falls on deaf ears. He does not deserve my comfort, my love, my forgiveness when he's allowed this to happen to me.

Only when the villages leave and I am alone does the fire god make his presence known. Just beyond the wall of his doing he stands shrouded in smoke and a vile smirk is stretched across his face. He watches me as I attempt to stand my ground and hold his gaze. When he steps forward and I'm allowed to see him fully, I flinch and take a half step back.

His smirk widens, "Do I frighten you, little lamb?" "I would be foolish to not be." He cocks his head as his eyes trail down my frame, "If I had a heart, I could love you."

My breath catches in my throat.

"But I do not and I am not looking for companionship."

"What do you want?" I ask albeit my voice shakes and it sounds smaller than I had hoped.

"More," he replies while stalking closer to me, "I'll always want more, my little lamb."

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #halloweek #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes reader insert #marvel

30 notes · View notes

kelseywood94 · 3 years

Text

Logo Brief: FoGM

Friends of Glasgow Museums (FoGM)

FoGM are in the process of a brand refresh - they are looking to create a more modern, attractive ad user friendly website to promote their current activities to their current members as well as attract new interest from a younger demographic. Their current logo (above) clearly articulates their main message of friends however has been with the brand for 75 years. FoGM would like their logo to represent their future ambitions to reach a wider & more diverse while maintaining a connection with the current members.

The Brief

FoGM wishes to hold a competition to create a new logo to reflect the ethos of society, the memberships, their activities and their relationships with the Arts & Museums of Glasgow.

They are looking for a refined, fresh, modern & attractive image that would be eye catching and give a strong identity to the society.

It will be the first image on the website and used in all correspondence from FoGM including branding merchandise.

Brand Research

After spending a few hours discussing the brand with the client to better understand the society, their core values and their practice, a number of mind maps were drawn up to focus in on exactly what they were all about.

These words highlight the main focuses of the group and therefore the focus of the logo design & rebrand. Using these words the following mood board was created to reflect my initial understanding of the brand.

Development

This includes iconic images of Glasgow & it’s architecture - the central point of the pride & dedication of the group, artistic images that flow throughout the city - much like the museums that FoGM assist in the development & preservation of, a slogan to represent the societal feel of the city, images of those who have lost their lives to represent the heritage that created the city and an image of the banks and banks of art in storage and protected by the brand.

The main word I chose to focus on from this moodboard was heritage. When I thought of Glasgow heritage I could not help but think of the people from years gone by and created the following moodboard to represent this.

This moodboard depicts images of a Glasgow gone by - a time where the industrial revolution, stemming from the iconic shipyards led to over population of Glasgows streets - and what I believe to be the root of the iconic ‘People Make Glasgow’ and widespread feel of society that has kept Glasgow on the map. Children & young people maintaining a large focus in this moodboard and a nod to the ancient streets of the tobacco merchants who funded the cities development (and also gave back to it). This became the further stem for my project as I thought about times, the streets named after these merchants and their iconic, timeless architecture - it was here I remembered a saying “to see Glasgow best, they say you have to look up’

It was through looking up in awe of the stunning architecture and heritage flooded throughout the streets of Glasgow and it’s architectural skyline - I found myself honing in on the signage all around and from here, I decided the logo should be heavily font based and eye-catching. The message of friendship should remain clear.

Some examples of street signs and font’s I found walking throughout Glasgow. At this stage I wanted to hone in how I wanted the logo to look at took to some research to establish my main focuses of the logo.

My logo design had to be minimalist to provide that modern, fresh approach the client were seeking, variable to cover all of the wonderful aspects of Glasgow’s arts & culture, colourful to remain eye catching and representative of art, geometric to ensure a clear understanding and I liked the idea of something with an overlay to clearly communicate the ‘all in this together’ feel I got from the clients.

The Logo

I created the above logo to represent all aspects of the FoGM brief - a font inspired by local street signs, FRIENDS kept above all else and most distinguishable and a handwritten ‘of’ to represent the feel of people & society, it is clearly written by a real person.

The logo can be used on a number of backgrounds and can be black & white for any other purposes however it was at this point I had to develop this further to represent the variable aspect of the group in an iconic way that I was so desperate to convey. It was back to the drawing board.

Further Inspired Development

I wanted to create a variable logo that could be used in many ways to convey the many messages from the many museums protected by the group.

I played around with outlines of the various museums and the clear message of friendship. This inspiration from Maggies was valuable to my development process as the ethos shared was similar to that of FoGM.

“Reflecting on the idea of Maggie’s being ‘Everyone’s home of cancer care’, many shapes of ‘homes’ drawn in a clear modern style are used as the logo family. The house motif is often used in the graphic language as a framework, representing a space where you can find comfort, warmth and hope. The houses are combined with a bespoke typeface and a warm and welcoming colour palette”

Taking further inspiration from Maker’s Mile.

“a vibrant new platform aimed at celebrating and supporting craftsmanship around the world. Maker Mile’s ambition is to be an itinerant project which can spread and expand, bringing attention to the crafts which define the identity of different cities. [Makers Mile] extends to emphasise the idea of reaching out, symbolising something which is always on the move, and a space where everything comes to life. Pentagram’s playful and expressive identity perfectly encapsulates Maker Mile’s admirable ambition to spread the word about the joy of craft, and to support and encourage makers from around the world.”

This encouraged me to look closer at each individual museum and develop the logo.

Here I have created a set of brand marks for each museum in playful and welcoming colours to represent the brand.

These logos can be further reduced depending on their planned use.

As shown, in black and white or as a simple outline.

Visual Language

The logo was then applied to a number of items to allow the client to see how the message of friendship could be conveyed throughout the logo & its uses.

A membership pack containing a monthly magazine or welcome book, a membership card and a pen.

Merchandise that could be sold in a museum giftshop, at events or online.

An example of stationary, letterheads and business cards displaying a cohesive brand language.

Sources Used:

Pentagram

FoGm Current Website

Mock Ups

Images taken from Google Images

Fonts used from Google Fonts and manipulated in Adobe Illustrator

Final Presentation to client

7 notes · View notes

inkribbon796 · 3 years

Text

Like a House of Cards Ch. 11: Opposites React

Summary: The heroes go looking for Dark and Logan’s group.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

As they stood on the street, the Anomaly that would appear in a bank vault gone from the Host’s hands, they had to recover from the power of the Anomaly coursing through them for a second time.

Chase collapsed onto his knees, feeling just a soul-deep sorrow. He was crying from memories and loss he couldn’t remember. “Fook.”[1]

“Chase?” Jackie dragged his feet over, he was feeling sluggish but it was thankfully easing from his body quickly.

“I’m fine,” Chase wiped his face with his arm. “I’m fine.”

“We can stop fer[2] a bit,” Jackie promised, helping Chase up.

“I’m grand,”[3] Chase promised.

“The Host and Chase will form one group, and Silver, Ethan, and Jackie will form the other as they try to find Dark’s group. “He asks that the heroes get their outfits back on, and for Silver and Jackie to try not to get themselves into trouble.”

“Ehh, we should be fine,” Jackie promised. “So long as Chase is gonna be okay.”

“We gotta talk anyways,” Chase nodded at the Host. “Try not ta[4] fight a hoard ‘a[5] bears.”

“No promises,” Mark smiled, and then the three of them left.

Silver, Crank, and Jackie waited in the alley for almost five minutes, getting bored. Ethan’s ADHD kicked him in the teeth before Mark’s did. Then a shootout started next to them. Several people were screaming and someone that the heroes thought looked a lot like Dark when he was pretending to be Damien. Except he wasn’t in his typical outfit, his hair was wild, and there was a streak of blue in his hair.

Ethan immediately cloaked them with his invisibility. They began to approach.

Two guys jumped on him and dragged him away. And then someone who looked almost exactly like Chase passed by the mouth of the alley.

“Don’t fookin’[6] let that arsehole[7] escape again!” Chase shouted.

The heroes got closer as the men used magic to tie “Damien” up.

He looked down at the bonds and then smiled at “Chase” which made the other man groan, “Dames, Don’t.”

“Kinky,” Dames smiled, his smile huge, leaning forward as much as the bonds would let him. “Chase. How’s life, doll?”

Chase glared at his captive before leaning in to get close to his face. “What the fook is wrong wit’ yeh?”[8]

The bound man just smiled, shrugging, “You’re going to have to be specific?”

“I meant Marvin, yeh mad fook, are yeh tryin’ ta kill my kid?”[9] Chase spat.

Dames’ only answer was, “If you wanted to get rough in bed, we’d need a bed for that.”

Chase grabbed him by the front of his shirt, “Keep yer[10] brat away from my kid, I don’t want the General killin’[11] him.”

“What’s with all this “killing” business,” Dames chuckled. “You and Gen are worried so much for your little games. They’re old enough to make all kinds of decisions.”

“Yeh taking the boys ta’a whorehouse isn’t a good choice, ya nutter,”[12] Chase spat.

“True,” Dames agreed, “they really had more fun with each other.”

“Fook this,” Jackie finally decided, as his whole body began to shake.

Silver grabbed Ethan and flew up, Ethan keeping them invisible as Jackie punched one of the thugs and then grabbed Dames, racing off with him. Silver flying in to keep up.

“What are you doing?” Silver demanded. “We’re supposed to be laying low.”

“I don’t know, I’m makin’[13] this up as I go along,” Jackie yelled, tugging Dames with them as they ran.

“What are we doing?” Dames asked. “Are we playing tag?”

“Yes!” Jackie yelled before anyone else could speak. “An’[14] Brody back there’s it.”

“Oh,” Dames said with a soft realization, then he smiled and grabbed them. “Well, we won’t win like this.”

Then they suddenly found themselves being slammed into the concrete wall of an alley, Jackie taking an especially hard hit because of his momentum.

Dames was looking them up and down as the heroes regained their composure, the corner of Dames’s mouth twitching a little bit. “You three aren’t from around here.”

“How’d yah[15] guess?” Jackie smiled as he got up, Silver floating before he was able to stand.

“Silly cheaters,” Dames laughed. “Couldn’t win your own game so you jumped to a new board.”

“It is so weird seeing you like this” Silver set his feet on the ground.

Dames shrugged, and then a portal began to twist open. It wasn’t quite like Dark’s dark purple-black Void magic. It was a deep red-magenta that felt more like hands ripping their way free.

Ethan tried to shield them but Dames couldn’t be cloned and excitedly stepped free to meet the man who stepped out of the portal. He had a sharp black suit and a bushy black mustache. A red and magenta aura coming off of him like Dark’s red and blue aura. He had dark red and magenta after images that echoed and stuttered off of him.

“Gen,” Dames smiled excitedly, holding his arms out.

“Where’s Junior?” Gen asked.

“I don’t know,” Dames denied, his good mood quickly starting to evaporate. “Ask your little trackers you put on them.”

General glared at Dames, “What were you two doing?”

“Nothing,” Dames almost giggled.

Dark’s glare became more baleful and he grabbed Dames by the front of his jacket, Dames giggling in response. “Don’t give me that bullshit, Dames. Did you let Bim go off with that hooligan?”

“Mayhaps,” Dames’s smile became almost giddy.

“Dames!” the General pinned him against the closest wall. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did,” Gen spat. “You can waste your time at brothels and clubs all you want, but you leave Junior out of it.”

Dames began giggling, “You have to admit, yours and Chase’s faces when you saw they were gone was pretty hilarious.”

“This isn’t funny!” the Entity snarled. “Bim is impressionable, no thanks to you. It burned down with them still in it!”

“At least I show him how to have a good time,” Dames dared. “You’d have him at a desk working papers until he died. He’s a kid.”

“Not anymore,” the General warned. “He stopped being a child when he turned sixteen. They all did.”

Dames rolled his eyes, “Ughh.”

The General stepped closer, “You cannot insist on treating them all like children, they are not.”

“Only because you wanted them to grow up, they never got to be children in the first place,” Dames argued back.

“You’re absolutely insufferable,” the Entity scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Why is being alive and safe so unfavorable to you.”

“You’d have him die in an office,” Dames spat.

“No I’d have him alive doing something,” the demon spat. “You insist on treating all of them like children. They are not, nor have they been for years.”

“I want my babies back,” Dames looked away, clearly upset. “What was so wrong with them being my babies? You said I could keep them.”

“They are safe, that should be enough. Do I make myself clear, Doomstrum?” Gen spat, his aura coiling just a hair too tight around the mad mayor.

Dames struggled in his hold for a bit before stopping, clearly refusing to look at or answer him.

Mark would have forced himself out of Ethan’s invisibility bubble, but the hero watched the demon’s expression soften for a couple seconds and then sighed before opening up a massive portal to show a relatively spartan office except for a very nice looking desk and a couch that looked extremely comfortable to sleep on. He let Dames go. “Let’s go Dames.”

The madman frowned and took a step before turning around, a smile spreading on his face again, “Oh, Gen, I have to introduce you to my new friends.”

“Your what?” The demon growled in frustration.

“Yeah they’re just,” Dames began, pointing to the three heroes at the end of the alley right before a portal ripped open behind them and a dark purple aura pulled them in and swiftly closed before the General or Dames could really react in more than surprise.

The three heroes landed on their backs around Dark’s feet in a dimly lit room.

“There we go, problem solved,” Dark announced.

“How does this solve our problems, you’ve led him straight to us!”

Jackie looked up in confusion, Virgil didn’t come with us?

When he looked up at Virgil however he was in a huge dark grey-black overcoat. His hair was different, but the eyeshadow still darkened his face.

Dark brought his aura up in time as a red-magenta magic tried to get into the room. He threw his aura against it and it was gone. “Nonsense, I can cloak areas to keep

magic from getting in.”

“Andy,” someone in a black beanie insisted, tugging on “Virgil’s” coat. The Side had some vitiligo marks on his face and hands, his eyes a deep golden yellow.

“Dee, not now,” Andy hissed.

“But they’re telling the—” Dee tried to report, before he was protectively pushed behind Andy.

“No,” Andy nudged his companions back and pointed to Dark. “I don’t trust you.”

“I don’t trust you,” he pointed to Wilford.

“And I sure as shit don’t trust you,” Andy spat at the Host. His voice was practically dripping with contempt.

“All we need to get to the next rift and we’re gone,” Dark scoffed. “We don’t need your trust.”

“So what’s the actual plan for getting home?” Silver asked the Host. “Seems like they’ve got a lot to deal with right now.”

“Simple we go into what is probably a horribly designed version of my office, and activate the Anomaly so it takes us home.” Dark dusted off his suit with his aura. “The plan’s already been made if you want to talk to the others.”

The Host dispelled an illusion and they saw the three Sides talking to Glitch Logan, and J.J peacefully napping in the corner. There was no sign of his double anywhere.

“I will have everything under control,” Logan spat at his doppelgänger.

“I don’t need to be reassured of anything,” Glitch Logan dismissed. “I have made redundancies and failsafes to ensure they do not die. If I was not certain, I would have raised my complaints. You will protect them, that is the only objective I need to give. If you work with the heroes, or with Google, I care not. Roman, Virgil, and Patton’s survival is all I care about. We spent a year’s worth of time working for it and I have come too far to fail now.”

“I will do so without needless killing” Logan promised.

Glitch Logan gave an inhuman smile, “We shall see, either way it’s inconsequential to me.”

The Anomaly glowed and it engulfed the two Logans completely before just Logan was standing there. He gave a shudder and a bunch of nanites fell to the ground around him, twitching once and then going offline, their components frying themselves so they couldn’t be used by anyone else.

Logan stiffened and Roman raced in to catch him.

“Lo, sweetheart?” Roman pleaded desperately as Logan blinked and coughed as air returned to his lungs.

The Host used a couple words from his narrations and the nanites were all gone from the floor.

Janus briefly checked on Logan before clearing his throat and drawing attention to himself, summoning his staff.

“The Host allowed us to speak with the other Sides, we got but a minute but we’ve come up with a plan,” Janus reported. “There is one fusion we have that enables us to make as much noise and commotion as possible, while showing that we are different people. I have spoken with this world’s Deceit and they cannot fuse—”

“Please don’t call me that, that’s not all I do,” Dee asked.

Janus paused, looking at Dee, “Of course do you have a preference?”

Andy was just watching Janus, staring at him.

“Dee,” Dee told him.

“Alright,” Janus agreed. “Anyways, I have spoken with Dee and they can’t fuse so it will be the easiest way to get the message across.”

“So we’re gonna use Remy?” Jackie asked.

“No,” Logan cut in. “Even before the merge I was not in the right emotional or mental mindset to fuse. My fusions are impossible without that mindset. My future self hinted the feeling would get worse and unfortunately he was right.”

“Okay, you’ve never exactly told us how fusion works,” Ethan reminded. “But I’m guessing that I’m gonna take a group in?”

“The heroes will not need to cause a distraction because the fusion will be enough to convince the General that they are different. Besides, the General will wish to speak to the Entity.”

“Will he?” Dark asked. “Last time he saw me he tried to take my head off.”

“Maybe we should talk to him,” Wilford smiled. “We never gave them a chance.”

“It is so weird seeing him in pink,” Andy commented.

“Why, what’s wrong with it?” Wil frowned. “Pink is a lovely color.”

“Nothing wrong with it, it’s just you’d rather set yourself on fire than wear pink,” Andy explained.

“No I wouldn’t, I’m wearing pink right now,” Wil gestured to himself.

Dark rubbed at the bridge of his nose, “This is going to take forever now.”

“No, I meant the other you, the douchebag in Armani,” Andy explained.

“Well then he should wear pink too,” Wil decided.

Andy let out a snorting chuckle, “Oh, trust me everyone in this city would love to see that.”

The group started to plan a bit so that Silver and Jackie knew what they were doing, and during that time, Janus leaned over to Roman.

“This means nothing, I’d rather Remus was here,” Janus told Roman.

“Well I'd rather Patton was here,” Roman agreed, emotions still running high from the mess with the doppelgängers.

“Good,” Janus spat.

“Good,” Roman glared at him.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Accessibility Translations

1. Fuck

2. for

3. I’m alright

4. to

5. of

6. fucking

7. asshole

8. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

9. I meant Marvin, you crazy fucker, are you trying to kill my kid?

10. your

11. killing

12. You taking the boys to a whorehouse isn’t a good choice, you nutter

13. making

14. And

15. you

2 notes · View notes