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survivorraccooncity2 · 2 years

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Episode 8: "Elite strat: be mentally ill and avoid the game until necessary." ~Adeline

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Challenge: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/survivorraccooncity2/687527210315350016?source=share

Results: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/survivorraccooncity2/687621051107213312?source=share

Tribal Council: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/survivorraccooncity2/687709045837234176?source=share

CONFESSIONALS:

I survived that shitshow?!?!?!?!

MJ x DJ 💚🖤 Survivor Spouseenemies saga continues! My ego is getting too big! Soz! I need to find that Eckhart Tolle book to ground myself down. 😩

This challenge is hard! I am trying to solve a 1 star battle puzzle and still failing! I am terrible at this but I will try my best!

Zukiswa

Last's tribal.was hectic in multiple ways. It's amazing how people you really trust just turn against you. I still can't believe that Els wrote down Mj's name. That cut. We all know that it's a game and we have to play on. I'm really resisting the urge to put Els on the chopping block but that's not my game. My game is to let off people that do not have impact on my game and keep those that do. All the people I've written down so far, I have no regrets and I did no back stabbing.

Ariel

I WON MY FIRST INDIVIDUAL IMMUNITY ON A PUZZLE CHALLENGE. I am so happy. Ok but before that, so DJ played his steal a vote advantage which ties the vote. Not gonna lie, I was hoping that one of us from the "7 person alliance" with MJ, Clefford, Zukiswa, Dom, Adeline, Ava and Me, is going home. Like, there's just too many of us, some of these 7 needs to go, and it would have been lovely if they go by rocks cause that means I don't have to betray them. Also like, this 7 person alliance is fake af. Like, who name their alliance "lmao"??? Like for real, this alliance makes me lmao. Were put together due to the fact that we all voted for Navi and that's it. Although we have been voting together, we never really have a gameplay talks, like someone will just chat in the alliance chat "hey let's vote this person out" and then not everyone will even respond and we all just end up voting that person out. Like, is this serious??? Hahahahaha this alliance is lmao indeed. Last tribal MJ got the heat, which is nice, because that is what I want, for everyone to see she is playing the game hard. I just have to stay my connection with her very low key cause I don't want to be that "MJ is safe, let's vote out her number one instead" no, I don't want that. I want people to know MJ's right hand is Clefford and her left hand is Zukiswa, I am just in the background, following them. Anyway, so I won immunity which Yaaaaay, I am so happy about that. I slaaaaaayed that challenge, ngl. I know it definitely put a target on my back. But I am safe for now, so I can either play it cool and just follow along again or I can try to stir the wheel. If I will drive the wheel, I think I would want Els out, so that would make Ava and Adeline optionless and maybe they will consider me instead of Els, if Els is gone. That's the way I want this round to happen. I like Els, and I think we could work together but I'm pretty sure, I'll only be their 4th wheel if I indeed try to work with Els, Ava, and Adeline. So no, I'm not gonna do that. Anyway, time to work irl. Bye, amping!

Cliftone

I'm honestly shocked that I've made it this far in the game. I only have DJ and Julia left on my side and to quite honest, if the other side voted her out it may shield DJ and I for another round. It seems every day Julia wants to quit yet with everything going on in my life (work, photography, moving, etc) I'm still giving this game my heart. I understand having feelings about how someone may be playing the game, buuuuttt if you wanna go that means one of us guys wouldn't and I would love that because I'm pretty sure I'm out next.

MJ is still talking to me! Sweet-talking as usual, but I do think MJ is actually a sweet person! I only targeted her because she was easy to expose as a big threat and I had no other options. MJ said that she still wants me around in the game. I don't know if I believe that! lol

Adeline

Elite strat: be mentally ill and avoid the game until necessary. Everybody gets desperate and tells you where to vote. i have 6 sweet sweet coins and not a clue in the world what’s going on in the social dynamics of the tribe. MJs a threat apparently? Slay for her.

Ava

https://youtu.be/Iq_HTJhg4PQ

I really hope Cliftone doesn't go out tonight and I hope I get to play the game with him at least another round. Not much in my hands now though. Que será será! It is 10.45 pm here. Time to read and then sleep. Need my beauty sleep now. Goodnight! 💚

Hi y’all! I’ve been good. I survived last tribal with a tie lol 😆 it’s so good to see how many people wanted me out. I’m such a good ass! Lol 😝 and I’m also happy to see the others stood by me. I really appreciate that moment ❤️ The only moment my heart shifted at that tribal was when I saw DJ’s voting message 😭😭 it was such a “sweet bitter” moment for me. I trusted him with all my heart 😹 after the tribal I thought I’ll vent all that anger on him but I couldn’t even keep up the flames for so long 😅😅 it’s been another cool ride “keeping up with the J’s” since then 😅 That thing you read @raffy (DJ’s voting message) was typed in pidgin English, a Nigerian variation of English that’s meant to be always savage and funny 😆 so I’ve been teaching him pidgin and he has been teaching me Hindi. To see him use those words on me, was another level of “I don’t know how to describe it” for me! It’s all good. Right now, I’m keeping cool with him because he is cool and I’ll probably need his vote at the final tribal if I get there (hopefully) Am I survivor confident? I don’t know. I’m also trying to be over sensitive. What if everyone turns their back on me tonight? Anything is possible! What’s my game plan. What if the majority alliance splits sooner than expected? What’s the minority possible next strategy? If I was in there shoes, what would I do? All these questions are in my head and I don’t know what to answer. Yes I’ve got Zuki & Clefford but these are also players I’ll have to contend with soon! I can’t even allow myself catch the thought of thinking going against them 😭 but what if they go against me?! I don’t think so. Not now. I saw Zukiswa write: “MJ plays this game hardly and fiercely. I’m envious”😭😭 whatever that means Zuki! I really love and trust you! Probably that’s my only weakness. “Love” 😅 That being said, let’s hope I don’t go home tonight 😝 because my name might pop up and I don’t have any immunity plan. Catch ya in the next round! All my love 💖❤️

Cliftone

I'm running out of time to cast my vote and no one is responding to my messages besides the people, I'm already working with. Its frustrating that this isn't in person and I cant just go up to someone and explain to them how I'm feeling and what my plan is. So it looks like at this moment my little blindside plan is dead. I know I'm making it to the next round, but if DJ doesn't then there's no way in hell that I make it further than that. Without my advantage the other side would've more than likely taken out me then DJ then Julia then eaten one another alive. Here's to hoping me and DJ's last ditch effort can pay off. Fingers crossed.

Dom

We have the people what they wanted and now there is an alliance of 7. We will see if everyone holds true to this. Not sure who I can and can't trust yet, but getting myself to final 4 is crucial. If so, I shall call this the Dom4 and will establish myself a good position to potentially win the game. As always, anything can happen so I never underestimate.

Clefford

I'm still here! In this round, we are still planning to get Cliftone out because we were not successful from the last time. Everyone in Majority 7 are down to vote out Cliftone. I feel like we can do this and get together in F7.

Julia

I am tired. I have been packing to move while simultaneously playing this game. It is exhausting. I am also being plagued by doubt and paranoia. I began to suspect that our new alliance, Team Oops (I don’t know who named it that!) had a Mole. I also believe I know who that mole is. I began to pick up on some cues. The overarching fact is that myself and the ‘mole’ had had a connection that seemed to disappear. I noticed that the suspected mole, never said ‘thank you’ for the coins I gave them as summit leader; gave me a belated Congrats for my Telephone game win and immunity. But was so effusive with everyone else. I noticed that the mole would not respond to any of my team messages, nor had time to talk to me. In shutting down and drowning out the noise of betrayal and defeat, I even began to suspect everyone around me; even aspects of the game…I reached out to the hosts on that and they reassured me that that was not the case. Yes, the game players betray rivals, remove anyone who’s a threat and backstab you. That is the game. This game can really do that to you. Whatever made me think this would be a walk in a lovely park! Another interesting thing is I am learning something about myself not as in I didn’t realize it, but I didn’t realize that it trumped everything else about me. I was thunderstruck by it. It occurred behind a lie someone told about my intentions that was accidentally released to the participants on a vote. And I went postal. More than identifying as female, black, senior, straight – my truest identity is that I am a truthteller. Damn – I was so angry that that was done, I forgot that that’s part of the game. But for me, that was like Superman’s arch enemy exposing him to kryptonite in an attempt to destroy him. I exploded…..I was shook! How dare anyone question, challenge, negate that part of my character! And I had to explore where it came from and why it was so deep. It made me walk back to – through - the incidents of my childhood and what I needed to do to stay sane in the face of childhood abuse…. It was being able to hold two realities at the same time – as a child. Yes, my parents were lying to each other, to me, to everyone else…. But I knew it and because they were adults people believe them and not me. So I held on to what I saw, what they said, what was done. I held it somewhere they could not destroy. And I kept my wits about me. I knew they were liars and I swore then to never be like them. But as I grew up, I learned, the real world is dangerous because people lie. A lot. But this incident led to a group forming, the ‘Ooops we voted wrong’ team and we had the possibility to take control of the game. And I saw it and tried to organize us into a voting block. But someone betrayed our full strategy which the other team emulated. I knew it was a slim chance that they’d align exactly as we did but they did! And this led to a 50/50 vote with no one budging on their 2nd choice and went to ‘rocks’ which ended up booting out an unintended victim. Since then, I cannot trust Team Oops and have chosen not to share thoughts through that alliance. So, tonight, I think tonight I’m going home. But I got a twist for the Mole Person. I’ve planted a seed and turned them into a Double Agent. And my message to the Mole: Ooops. They’ll know what it means and that it was no accident. Booyah

Els

I am so positive I’m going home. Cliftone has an idol but I don’t want to ask him to play it on me unless I actually hear from Adeline that the vote is on me but Adeline isn’t active rn AHHHH

I’m smelling something fishy 30 mins to tribal and my first class alliance (Zuki & Clefford) are finding it difficult to decide. That being said, it’s possible I go tonight if Clifton plays an idol. If not, I’ll be here tomorrow to give An update!

Cliftone

[Realizing I never hit send on this. Even tho I'm out I still wanna submit!] WIGGGGGGGGG. Bitchhhhh I snagged a major advantage that should take me to the next round. A part of me doesn't want to use it because I want to try to convince others to blindside another player tonight. The only that would be successful tho is if other players actually respond to me in personal chats. It's damn sure frustrating but as many times as I've wanted to give up in this game today isn't one of them! Gonna give this round everything I got.

NOTES:

Els, MJ, and Zukiswa have an argument in their alliance chat on trust and loyalty. Els feels that they need to win the next immunity challenge to be safe.

The minority alliance seems to want to stick together, but are unsure how to proceed

Ava wants to still target Cliftone. MJ, Zukiswa, and Clefford want to take a step back from leading, meaning that they will vote Cliftone as part of Ava’s plan. Ariel is on board with this plan

Ariel and Dom give 2 coins to MJ, Zukiswa, Clefford, Ava, and Adeline

Julia buys the Fake Idol Kit, leaving a fake idol in its place

Cliftone buys the Fake Idol

Julia is debating on whether to tell Cliftone that it is a fake idol. She doesn’t seem to trust anyone in this game, even her allies.

MJ, Zukiswa, and Clefford are worried about an idol

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potentiallymrsdevorak · 6 years

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In Fields of Flowers (The Arcana)

Chapter Two: Pink Camellias (Longing for You)

Pairing: Julian x Nijah (my female apprentice)

Summary: Nijah just found out that she had slept with her new mentor. How will he react when she tries to reach out? Will an old flame she had long forgotten spark something new in the doctor?

Word Count: 6,176 (a little less bc no smut soz)

Author’s Note: finally, here is the next chapter! I’m really enjoying writing this series, even though I’m...not very consistent. Lol. I do wanna let y’all know that there is a scene in here that can be very triggering to readers. If you’re uncomfortable with a man forcing himself on a woman, then you will want to skip a certain part with Luka and Nijah about to go out and about the Lazaret (slight spoiler). But otherwise, please enjoy!

Tagging: @drunkenomnist, @juliandevoraknsfw

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Nijah’s nerves had never been so strained.

Just the night before, she had lost her virginity, a very intimate act, to the Dr. Julian Devorak? The man that she would be training under to help cure the plague?

If she wasn’t still wearing her plague doctor’s mask, she would have covered her face in her hands by now.

But Dr. Devorak seemingly kept his composure, continuing to read off the list of names.

“Katja Kuznetsov.”

“Present.”

The voice comes from the desk next to Nijah. She glances over to see the wavy hair of the girl who spoke pinned back in a loose ponytail. She seems nice, she thinks, as Dr. Devorak’s voice pulls her back to reality.

“Luka Pavlov.”

“Present.”

Wait a moment. I know that voice, she thought, turning around her shoulder to see where the sound came from. Luka slid off his mask, sending a wink in her direction.

She remembers him well. Luka was her first crush in primary school. He was also the first boy to ever reject her.

“Well, it seems that everyone has arrived safely.” Dr. Devorak concluded. “Now, if you all get in a single file line, I will take you through the Lazaret. Leave your personal belongings behind, they will get picked up and placed in your new rooms.”

Everyone else follows his command, as if he’s put everyone under an eerie spell. Nijah follows suit, finding herself standing right behind Katja. It looks a little strange, Nijah thought, to have all of us in a line wearing the exact same thing, huh. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought it was a funeral march.

Katja turns her head a little bit and whispers just so she can hear.

“Are you nervous?”

Boy, if she really knew.

“A little bit.”

“You’re Nijah, right?”

“Mhmm.”

“Okay, we should stick with each ot-”

“I did not ask you to speak.” Dr. Devorak glares at Nijah and Katja through his mask. Silence echoes through the room as no one dares to make a sound.

“Then, follow me.” The doctor demands as he takes the lead, opening up the door to the rest of the Lazaret. The apprentices follow behind, accepting their new fate.

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The tour through Lazaret was...frightening, to say the least.

The walls, though made of brick, seemed colorless and void of anything but darkness. The patient’s wing was rather depressing, seeing so many citizens of Vesuvia essentially sentenced to their deaths with no way of escaping. They were to die in the darkness, away from their families, their loved ones...it nearly broke Nijah’s heart, wishing that she was with her family right now.

She did get a little excited when she saw the medical lab. Various tools and tables were set out in the space, letting Nijah’s imagination run wild. She wondered what sort of tests and examinations she would be conducting in this room, and if she could potentially find a link to help cure the plague.

“My office is right next door, here.” Dr. Devorak continued, pointing to the door with his name written on a large sign. “Dr. Satrinava and Dr. Valdemar’s offices are further down, but they are not always here. If you need assistance or have any questions, please feel free to ask me.”

Oh, believe me, I have questions, Nijah thought as she rolled her eyes, thankful that they were still wearing their plague masks so her sarcasm could not be detected.

Torches lit their way up the stairwell the doctor was leading them to. “And up here is the apprentice wing. This is the only space that you are guaranteed not to catch the plague.” With that said, he unfastened his plague mask, letting his curls fall in front of his face. “You may take your masks off now.”

One by one, every apprentice began to take their mask off. Nijah felt the stale air hit her face as she blinked to adjust her eyes to the dim lighting. She began to take in the faces of her fellow comrades, and tried her best to not focus on the man she found between her legs the night prior.

Katja turns around to see everyone else around her, and Nijah is nearly struck at her natural beauty. Her skin is the color of deep honey, her eyes shining a deep hazel. Her wavy ponytail frames her face perfectly. A simple golden nose ring hung from her septum. She looks like she would be a character in a storybook.

“Strange to see the masks off, hmm?” Katja commented.

“Yeah…” Nijah trailed off, eyes lingering on Dr. Devorak for a moment too long. Her new friend notices.

“Seems you’re a little shocked with the looks of the good doctor.” Katja winks, nudging Nijah in the ribs with her elbow.

The group continues up the stairs until Dr. Devorak reaches a tall, wooden door.

“This is as far as I am taking you,” he states, “for this is the apprentice dormitory. You will all share this space together, which is why it is imperative that no one brings the plague up here. This is the end of the tour. I expect all of you to be seen in the dining hall at sundown for dinner, which is on the floor beneath you. Do not be late.”

With that, he opens the door, the apprentices filing in one by one. Nijah thought that possibly, for one second, she would catch his gaze as she walked by, or possibly a smile…

But she saw nothing, not even a passing glance.

Disappointed, she stepped into the apprentice’s wing, eyes widening at the sight of the windows streaming sunlight in the room. A smile crept over her face as she stepped towards one, the city of Vesuvia far away from her now. Even though it was terribly far, it gave her hope. Hope that she would one day return.

“Nice, isn’t it?” Katja placed a hand on Nijah’s shoulder. “I swore we would be locked in a dungeon the entire time.”

“Me too.” Nijah turned her head to see Katja’s profile, illuminated by the light. She was glad to have gained a friend today.

“Well, we don’t have much time to dwell.” Katja said, sitting on the bed next to her. “Looks like we’ll be right next to each other!”

Nijah looked at the foot of the bed, noticing her bags and violin case were placed there carefully. She sits on the mattress, immediately feeling the stiffness in her spine.

“Oof…” she mutters. “They never said it would be the most lavish way of living…”

As the two women conversed, a figure that Nijah remembered all too well approached them. He looked almost the same, except his facial hair had grown in, trimmed perfectly for a gentleman, and his hair no longer sat on his forehead, but was styled upwards. On top of that, he had definitely grown and spent some time working on his...physique.

“Nijah,” Luka chuckled, extending his hand for her to shake, “It’s been some time, huh?”

She accepted it, giving it a strong shake. “It has. I’m not the little girl with the crush on you anymore.”

“Really? Aw, that’s too bad.” He smiled playfully, sitting on the mattress next to her. Katja shot Nijah a confused look, watching over Luka skeptically.

“Katja,” Nijah explained, “Luka and I were in primary school together. He moved after we had met, so I hadn’t seen him since.”

“How old were we then...around eight? Nine?” Luke pondered, running his fingers over his beard. “That seems like forever ago.”

“Yes, so it seems,” Katja replied, rather coldly. It was clear to Nijah that she did not like him.

“So, what do you guys have planned for the next few hours?” Luka asked, running his hands along the wrinkles of his doctor’s coat. “Anyone up for a little exploration?”

“Pass.” Katja spat, pulling a book out of a bright yellow bag and burying her nose into it.

“Okay, how about you, Nijah? For old time’s sake?”

Nijah pondered his proposal. She definitely would not mind spending time with him (as a friend, of course), and reminisce on their old times. But, she knew no one would be bothering Dr. Devorak right now, and there were some questions that she desperately needed answers for.

“Sorry, Luka, I have a few medical questions to ask the doctor.”

His shoulders slumped as a small frown crossed his features. “I understand. I’ll catch you at dinner, okay?” He patted Nijah on the back as he left her alone with her thoughts.

I have to do this now, or else I never will, Nijah told herself as she stood up from the mattress, sneaking out of the apprentice’s wing without a sound.

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Nijah approached the office of Dr. Devorak quietly, anxious to see him once again. She was worried that she wasn’t going to get the answers she wanted. She rehearsed what she wanted to say to him over and over again, but knew that it would never be perfect.

She raises her hand, allowing her knuckles to rap among the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

A disgruntled sigh.

“Enter.”

Nijah opened the door to see Dr. Devorak sitting in a chair over his desk, facing away from the door. A lone candle was the only source of light in the room, leaving a warm glow around his sihoulette. A cot laid on the side of his desk, complete with a pillow and two blankets. Does he sleep down here?

Dr. Devorak turned over his shoulder, his expression one of surprise. “Nijah. Shut the door behind you, please.”

She listened, letting the door slam with a dull thud behind her. “Ilya, I-”

“Don’t call me that here.” He interrupted her, his voice growing menacingly low. “No one ever calls me that, ever.”

“Oh, sorry…” Nijah twirled a strand of her hair in her fingers. This already isn’t going well, she thought. “Uh, Dr. Devorak, I can’t help but ask you a few things.”

“If you are going to ask of the status of our relationship, don’t even bother.” He turns back around, scribbling something rather quickly. “You are my apprentice, and I am your teacher. There is nothing else.”

Nijah’s brows furrow as she crosses her arms. “How can you just hide everything like this? It’s not natural, Dr. Devorak.”

“Not only am I a skilled doctor, but I also spent some time in the theatre,” he responded, “I can be whoever I need to be.”

His confession broke Nijah’s heart in two. “Does this mean you were acting last night? Was everything you told me a lie?”

“If that is what you need to believe to get rid of your obvious feelings for me, then yes.”

“You…” her lip was quivering, her whole body shaking, “...you’re a monster! What kind of man do you think you are?”

“You’re right,” he stood quickly from his chair, moving fast enough to corner her in the small office. His fist banged on the wall next to Nijah’s head, making her nearly jump out of her shoes. “I am a terrible man. I have done things that you will never know, that you could never comprehend. If you stay with me, there’s no guarantee that I won’t hurt you, too. So, for your sake,” he stared intensely into her baby blue eyes, watching them fill with tears, “forget everything. Forget what I may have said, what I may have done. I’ll only bring you more pain.”

He backed away from her slowly, his expression laced with pure anger. Nijah could barely breathe, she was so frightened. He was nothing like the man she thought he was.

And he saw it in her eyes that she could never trust him again.

“...you are dismissed.”

Nijah wasted no time in leaving, her hand practically on the handle before he uttered his last phrase. As the door shut behind her, she pressed her body to the wall, letting it slide down to the floor. As she crouched with her knees to her chin, she let her tears fall silently. This was the last place she wanted to be. All she wanted to do was to go home and forget that everything had ever happened.

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Julian Devorak sighed as he sat in his chair.

What were you thinking, scaring that poor girl like that? He thought, diving back into his work. His mind went to war, going back and forth with the different possibilities of how he could have made the situation better. His quill scribbled quicker the more he fought with himself, dipping it back in the ink more frequently than earlier.

She needed to hear that from you. She has no right trying to romance you as an apprentice.

But she has no ill will towards you. She just wants to see the good in you.

There is no good in you! There are still some things you refuse to forgive yourself over.

She would find it in her heart to love you.

There’s no way she would love a monster like you.

But it seems there’s a way for a monster like you to fall in love with her.

The tip of his quill broke, and he realized just how tightly he was gripping the writing utensil. He released another heavy sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“What...what am I going to do?”

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Learning about the different procedures in the medical lab was something Nijah found to enjoy. Dr. Valdemar, Dr. Satrinava, and Dr. Devorak were extremely knowledgeable in their content, and taught the apprentices thoroughly. Even though they were a little...strange, at times, she was definitely getting better at her craft.

“Make sure the incision in the patient doesn’t get too deep, keep it in a fine, straight line.” Dr. Satrinava demonstrated, making sure everyone was paying attention.

“If you cut it too deep, bring it to me so I can...ah, clean it up for you.” Dr. Valdemar insisted, licking their lips.

The whole room went silent. Nijah could hear Dr. Devorak swallowing heavily.

Dr. Satrinava rolled their eyes. “Ignore Dr. Valdemar…”

The apprentices spent the first few days testing out their new knowledge in the lab. Since the doctors didn’t want to risk losing more patient’s lives (and to the disappointment of Dr. Valdemar), they all used cloth dummies to practice their procedures. They were also assigned to work in groups and take turns performing on the dummy. Katja and Nijah teamed up together and, of course, Luka joined them.

“All right! Let’s get going!” He said, holding the scalpel in the air. Katja took a small step away from him.

As the apprentices began to practice their incisions, the doctors walked around the groups, observing their work. Whenever they may have noticed something was going wrong, they would step in and correct their work. However, Nijah and the rest of her group noticed that Dr. Devorak was being very careful to stay as far away from them as possible.

“Is it just me,” Katja muttered, “or is Dr. Devorak watching us?” Her snarky tone was aimed right at him, as he observed her motions from across the room.

“I’m sure he means nothing by it.” Nijah said, wondering why the hell she was defending him.

“With the mask on, it just seems more creepy.” Luka added. “Don’t you think?”

Up until this moment, Nijah had even refused to give him a passing glance. Now, as she saw him for the first time since the incident, her entire body trembled in fear. Her blood ran cold as his eyes flashed on her through his plague mask, remembering how those eyes were when he had cornered her in his office. Angry, fiery, wanting nothing but to get rid of her entirely…

“Hey, you’re up, Nijah.” Luka elbowed her in the ribs, trying to snap her back in to reality.

“Oh. Thank you…” She took the scalpel, angling it just so perfectly to cut a thin line. Dr. Satrinava walked by, observing her every move.

“Not bad, apprentice! You have some really nice skills.” They sounded rather cheerful, yet Nijah wasn’t able to read their expression. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a little warm inside.

At least one of the doctors thought she was good enough.

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A little over a week has passed since the new apprentices first came to Lazaret. None of them had died yet, and everyone was starting to get used to each other’s company. Some, like Nijah and Katja, had become fast friends, spending time together quite a bit. Others cast themselves out, labelling themselves as loners. If people don’t bother them, they won’t bother you kinda deal.

Then, there were the small group of people trying to get together with others.

As time went by, Katja could see that Luka was trying to ask Nijah to spend a night with him. She could see it in the way he looked at her, the way he was always trying to butt into their conversations, his little touches going unnoticed to those who might not suspect anything.

Katja didn’t like it one bit.

Still, she kept her mouth quiet as she watched Luka ask Nijah to spend some time with him, one on one, as they all finished up their project in the medical lab before it was time to leave. “We could walk along the beach, see what lies in the forest…” he was nervous, running his hands through his hair as he asked this of her.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” She nodded. Katja was curious to see her expression through that mask of hers.

He took a step back in shock. “Really? Uh, great! So...I’ll see you after dinner?”

“See you then.”

He walked off, a pep in his step as he left the two women alone. The doctors still lingered, cleaning up the last bits of mess. They ignored the two apprentices, busying themselves in their work.

“Nijah, you really think that hanging out with him is a good idea?” Katja questioned her.

“I don’t think he means any harm.” Nijah answered. “I mean, he was my crush over ten years ago. It’s not like I have any feelings for him now.”

Katja crossed her arms at her chest. “All right. But please do be careful. I just can’t trust him.”

“I mean, if you’re that concerned…”

“No no no, I don’t want to stop you! Just please…” Katja took Nijah’s hand in hers. “...I want you to make it back okay. Holler if you need anything, okay?”

“Of course. Thanks for being such a great friend.” Nijah knew Katja couldn’t see through her mask, but anyone could tell by the look on her face that she was telling the truth.

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After Nijah finished her dinner, she snuck off into the main hallway of the Lazaret. Holding her plague mask close to her pounding chest, she waited for Luka to show up. I know Katja said to be cautious, but...what’s a little harm in spending time with him?

She knew he was coming from the telltale clack of his shoes. Soon, he came into her vision, a huge smile slapped onto his face. He was much taller than she remembered, probably towering over 6’0 at this point. With the shoes, she bet he was even taller.

“Hello, Nijah.” He said, wrapping his arms around her shoulder and bringing her close to his body, embracing her tightly. “I’ve been looking forward to this moment all day.”

“Hello, Luka.” She patted his shoulder blade, not expecting him to be holding her so tightly. He let her go, hands still snaking around her body.

“What would you like to do tonight?”

“I don’t know. There’s so much to do, yet so little time.”

“Ah,” he grinned, “then I guess I can lead the way?”

He opened the door, allowing Nijah to slide through to the outside. Luka looked over the foyer, making sure no one was following, then shut the door behind him.

Nijah felt much more refreshed outside, the cool breeze kissing her skin. The sun had set, and the only light to guide them was from the moon, now half present. Crickets chirped, owls hooted, and the hum of the city could still be heard on Lazaret. The city might be busy during the day, but it can really come alive at night. This seemed true of the Lazaret...at least, the wildlife on the island.

Luka led Nijah around the perimeter of the Lazaret. The further they walked from the entrance, the darker it seemed to get. The torches that decorated the front were just specks in the darkness, unable to provide any further guidance. Nijah’s fingers trailed along the wall for assistance, straining her eyes to follow Luka. Something about him really felt off, as if he had something up his sleeve. In her gut, she just knew that something terrible was going to happen. But she shook it off, thinking that the island was giving her the creeps.

As she and Luka turned the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to face her. “You know why I wanted you to come out here?”

“Uhh...so we could hang out?” Nijah let her back press up against the wall, waiting to hear Luka’s response.

“Hmm...yes, but I want a little more than that.” Luka’s hands rested by her shoulders on the brick, fingers splayed out like the legs of spiders. He was getting a little too close for Nijah’s taste, feeling his breath on her neck as he inched closer and closer.

“Um,” she said, turning to face away from him, “what do you want?”

He grabbed her jaw with his hand, forcing her to face him. “I want you, Nijah.”

He took her lips in his own, moaning at their first contact. His other hand wrapped around her body, pulling her right up to his chest. His hand trailed from her jaw to her hair, trapping her in his clutches. It was the most uncomfortable she had ever felt, and every nerve in her body was telling her to get out.

“Ngh…” he moaned, his lips barely brushing hers, “I’m gonna make sweet, sweet love to you. Take it as an apology for denying you so many years ago.”

Nijah pushes herself off of his chest, trying her best to get away from him. “I-I would really rather you not, Luka…”

“You have no say in this.” Luka growled. “You should be thankful someone wants to stick it in you.”

Nijah gasped, surprised that Luka could be so goddamn rude. She took a fistful of his hair to steady herself, and shoved her knee right in Luka’s crotch. As he kneeled over, crying out in pain, she made a run for it.

Damn, Katja was right, she thought as her feet started to go quicker and quicker. I should never have been so stupid...

Suddenly, Nijah felt herself falling in the grass rather abruptly. No sooner had she hit the ground, she felt some force pulling her ankle, back the way she came.

“No, stop!”

She tried to grab onto the grass blades, dig her fingers in the dirt, but it was no use. Whatever was pulling her back was much stronger than she ever could be. As she turned over her shoulder to see what was pulling her back, her face nearly went white.

Luka was using his magic to literally pull her back.

“Told you that you had no choice, Nijah.” His magic continued to pull her until she was lying at his feet, her doctor’s outfit covered in dirt. “Guess I forgot to tell you that my parents were traveling magicians?”

“You...you won’t get away with this!” She shouted, trying her best to set herself upright.

He just laughed. “Oh, but I already have.”

As he held his hand out, slowly closing it into a fist, Nijah felt him choke her out.

Her eyes went wide as she tried to pull them away, but it was no use. She had no magic powers, could never fend him off. She felt utterly helpless against him.

“If you give me your body, then I won’t have to kill you. Seems fair, Nijah?”

Either way, she would feel dead after he was done with her.

“Never,” she spat, nearly snarling at him like an animal as he shook his head.

“That’s quite a shame,” he said, “I quite enjoyed getting to know you.”

His magic propelled her to the brick wall, hanging her up as if he was pushing his hand up to her throat. Nijah struggled, fingers still clawing at her neck. Her feet were dangling over the ground, like a rag doll being carried like a child.

“Let...ack, me go!” Nijah kicked and shouted, trying to get help from someone, anyone, for her to get away from Luka.

He stepped closer to her, his face level with her own. A sinister smile grew over his face, making Nijah’s blood nearly turn to ice. He squeezed his fist even tighter, and she felt more lightheaded than before, the edges of her vision starting to grow black.

“Goodbye, Nijah. It’s not like you’ll be missed, anyway.”

Nijah shut her eyes, accepting that this would be her last moment. This is how she would remember the world - dark, cold, and unwelcoming.

But just as she thought she was about to slip under, she felt herself falling to the ground, the imaginary hand around her neck gone completely. She took a few deep breaths as she laid in the dirt, her eyes slowly opening to see how she was set free.

She couldn’t see much in front of her. A dark cloak was covering her vision.

“What business do you have here, Dr. Devorak?” Luka’s voice hit her ears, echoing against the brick walls.

Wait, that’s...Dr. Devorak?

“Mr. Pavlov, I hope you remember that apprentices using magic at the Lazaret is strictly prohibited, correct?” Her gaze trailed up the cloak to find the signature tuft of curly auburn hair. He really did come to save her.

“So? It’s not like I was harming a patient!”

“Are you saying hurting another apprentice isn’t a crime?” He scoffed at him. Nijah imagined his silver eyes piercing right through Luka’s skin. “And that’s another thing, Mr. Pavlov. I hope you feel disgusted with the way you treated Nijah. What kind of man do you think you are?”

“I…ah...” Luka started, but this was clearly not his battle to win.

“Go, pack up your things. You will leave when the first boat arrives at the Lazaret. I hope you learned your lesson. And Mr. Pavlov?”

“Y...yes, doctor?”

“I have eyes and ears all over Vesuvia. If I hear that you try to hurt another woman the same way you did to her...it’ll be more than a rock thrown at your head.”

Nijah heard Luka gasp audibly, then the scramble of his feet as he ran off.

Once he was gone, Dr. Devorak turned around and bent down on his knees. His cloak uncovered her vision, revealing that he was wearing a dark colored coat, one that she had never seen before. “Nijah…” his voice softened, the edge completely gone, “are you all right?”

She was speechless, unable to form words. He held his hand out to her, and she backed herself up on the wall, eyes spilling over with worry. When she looked in his eyes, she saw the man that threatened that he would hurt her, that he was a terrible person who did terrible things. She was afraid of him, literally cowering below him, anticipating his next move.

Julian saw this. And he was ashamed in himself.

“Nijah…” His fisted hand dropped in the dirt, knowing how much he hurt her, “I’m so sorry. I never should have yelled at you, or pushed you away.” He sighed, running a free hand through his hair. “I will hurting you for the rest of my life. I hope you will someday find it in your heart to forgive me.”

She couldn’t bear herself to look at him yet. But she knew his words were pure.

Cautiously, Nijah reached her hand out to his, eyes still gazing on the ground. Her throat hurt too much to speak, but he saw it all in the small smile tickling her lips, all in the warmth of her fingers brushing on his gloved skin. It’s okay, everything will be okay.

Julian let out a sigh of relief, thankful that she felt something, whether it was love or forgiveness, for him. He gazed over her dirty figure, only one thing on his mind:

“May...may I hold you?” Julian asked.

Nijah nodded, finally facing him as she extending her arms out to him. He accepted her willingly, pulling her to his chest as her legs splayed out on the ground. His heartbeat quickened as he felt her body against his again, this time in an act that felt even more intimate than their last. As her face nuzzled against his doctor’s coat, he felt happy. Happy that she was here, happy that he had found her before it was too late.

It was then that he realized that Luka will still be staying in the dormitory before he goes off the next morning.

“Nijah, are you comfortable sleeping in your bed tonight?”

He felt her shake her head on his chest, a solid “no.”

“Would you...want to stay in my room? It’s not the room with the cot, I promise.”

This time, it’s a frantic “yes,” a nod that makes him chuckle lightly.

“Ah, let’s go then. Upsy-daisy…”

He hooked his arms under her legs, much the same way he carried her not too long ago, and escorted her to his bed chambers. As he carried her through the Lazaret, long after everyone had fallen asleep, she was thankful that he had rescued her. She felt safer in his arms than anywhere else.

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He carried her all the way to his office, and when the door behind them had been shut, she found her footing on the solid ground. He lifted the cot from its place to reveal a trap door. As he opened it, a staircase consumed with darkness opened itself up to them.

“Follow me,” Julian whispered, one hand holding a lit candle and the other snaking its way between Nijah’s fingers. Her head was much clearer now, and she accepted it, allowing him to lead her wherever he wanted to go.

He guided her down the dark stairwell, leading into a small room with a large bed occupying the space. The blankets and pillows smelled like they had just been cleaned. The scent relaxed Nijah as Julian guided her to sit on the edge.

“I hope you enjoy your rest.” He says before taking one of the pillows. “If you need me, I’ll be down here.” Without another word, he plopped down onto the cobblestone floor and laid his head down to rest, blowing the candle out to envelope them in complete darkness.

Um...okay, Nijah’s eyebrows twisted in confusion. He still must have some physical boundaries with me. Letting Julian off to do his own thing, she climbed to the top of the bed and snuggled herself under the covers.

She closed her eyes to sleep, but the frightening memories of Luka still haunted her mind. She could vividly remember how his lips hungered like a bloodthirsty animal on hers, how his deep voice shook her to the bone, how she felt like there was no way to escape. And his eyes, oh hells, his eyes. He stared at her like she was nothing more but prey. And how his grin turned devilish as he tightened the grip around her neck, watching her take her last few breaths before…

“Ah!” Nijah gasped as she shot up in bed. She hadn’t been sleeping for long, but she already felt a warm rush fill her cheeks and a cold sweat on her brow. She did not like the things he was doing to her. Secretly, she wondered if it was his magic still at work...

“Nijah?” A voice called out in the darkness. A flick of a wrist, and the candle was burning brightly again.

“...yes?” she squeaked timidly.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Not really.”

“How can I help you?”

Nijah looked down and realized she was still wearing her dirty doctor’s clothes. Slowly, she began unbuttoning them and discarding them to the side of the bed. As her feverish skin met the chilly air of the underground bedroom, she knew exactly what she needed.

“Julian...can you come sleep up here?”

On the floor, Julian made a startled noise.

“Ah, I don’t...are you...do you…” he cleared his throat, popping his head up so Nijah could see his gleaming eyes. “Are you sure thahhhhhhh...”

His eyes lingered over her bare skin. She was wearing the shirt that he gave to her less than a fortnight ago, the plunging neckline bringing back his memories from that night. It clung on to her womanly form, just sliding off of her left shoulder. Julian couldn’t see what was hiding underneath the covers, but he wanted to find out. If, of course, she would be willing.

“Oh! Ah…” she pulled the covers a little higher, slightly embarrassed that he had seen her in such a state. “I don’t need you to touch me that way...I just need you to hold me.”

Nijah swore he heard him sigh in relief, but she would never be able to tell. “That...that I can do.” Julian smiled as he stood up from his place, making his way next to her on the covers. He blew out the candle as he was next to her, placing it on the floor as he tucked himself in, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to his chest.

“Is this what you wanted?” Julian whispered, his lips resting at the crown of her head as his fingers intertwined with hers, resting near her chest.

Nijah took in a deep breath, filling her senses with his presence. His musky, yet charming scent filled her lungs and relaxed her. His cooling touch made her feel like herself again. Hearing his voice comforted her when it once frightened her. Her relationship with Dr. Julian Devorak might be quite the roller coaster, but right now, she had never been happier.

“Yes. Thank you.”

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In her dreams, she was in a much happier place. There was not a cloud in sight, only sunshine fell through the trees of the forest she was running through. A happier tune played through her head as her bare feet touched the ground. She was running towards something, but what?

Finally, she stopped in front of a field of flowers, spreading as far as the eye could see. Many colors filled her vision - pinks, purples, blues, and the many meanings of the flowers resounded through her mind. Some of them her favorites, some of them she had never seen before, that must hail from a different world. Although it was a wondrous place, a beautiful place, she couldn’t help but wonder…

Why am I here?

But soon, she knew her answer.

She was running toward a man she had grown to become quite fond of. As he turned around to see her, his auburn curls blew in the wind, making him out to be the most gorgeous man Nijah had ever seen. He was wearing his white, billowy shirt and his black pants, definitely her favorite outfit he had ever worn. He opened his arms to catch her, to hold her close to him and spin her around in his embrace. When she held him, she felt like she was home at last.

Julian set her down gently, smiling as if he had a surprise for her. She felt a wave of excitement flood her body as he reached into his chest pocket and pulled out a simple flower, blowing gently in the breeze.

A pink camellia, she whispered to him.

One by one, he began to pick off the petals, letting them take flight in the air. She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not… He sang, his eyes never leaving her own.

As he played his little game, Nijah saw the sky become dark with storm clouds, cutting off any possible light from the sun. A frosty gust of wind blew through the field, and all the flowers around her fell to the ground, brown and withered. Still, Julian pursued, even though the world was falling apart around them.

The angry clouds turned red, thunder crackling through the sky. Nijah had never felt more terrified in her life.

Julian, stop! Let’s get out of here! She screamed, but her cries fell to deaf ears.

Then, the last petal was pulled, and a creepy grin stretched over his face.

She loves me.

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sorbriquette · 6 years

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Tagged by @basic-banshee Thank you Ban <3

1. How did you begin writing? I was writing from childhood. My primary school tutor was really encouraging so I started posting fanfic on FF.net illegally at like age 9. It was bad. When I was about 13 I started doing online RP and fell in with a group of brilliant people who helped me keep that up for YEARS and is kinda how I got into writing properly, not my shitty childhood fanfic.

2. What was your first writing project? Tell us a little about it. Like I said, shitty childhood fanfic. First legit project though would probably be last years NaNoWriMo (where you write 50k in a month). I wrote the first draft of a high fantasy kinda thing I’m working on but like the entire plot of that has been scrapped and I’m starting from scratch this year so...

3. What is your preferred medium for writing first drafts? Oh, I use ywriter 5 (link here) it’s like a free program that lets you write (without a spell check importantly so I don’t stop) and like add in like character and location and item tabs so you can keep track of what and who appears in the story and what each scene fulfills and shit. Imma shut up before this turns into an add but it’s really good and yall should check it out (even if I basically just use the POV system myself)

4. What rituals or habits do you have around writing?

I don’t really have any I don’t think? For me it’s kinda just sit down and go for as long as I’ve got the motivation. Usually late at night admittedly but yeah there’s nothing particularly consistent about the way I write.

5. We all have a “type”– of character, plot, theme– what is yours? I feel called out.

Probably wit though. Across all my characters RP, actual story, weves, I like the snarky asshole ones. I’m weak for that banter.

Also kinda both theme/character: good characters bore the shit out of me. I like ‘em morally grey or immoral and as such I write a lot about the subjective nature of morality in my original shit.

6. Introduce us to one (or more!) of your OC’s. Right so my current original shit has 6 mains and asking me to choose between them is inhumane so you get the 4 starting ones and the other two will remain a mystery.

Ren --> Brings a knife to a gun fight because ‘you gotta live life on hard mode’, makes bad choices for fun, stupidly reckless, very loyal but issues with authority. Military deserter turned pirate. Unofficial leader of this band of misfits.

Marcel --> Brings 2 knives to a gun fight because he is both a follower and coward. Just here for a laff and a taste of freedom. Prince of a country but does not want to rule. Falls in love with the first man who pays attention to him. Alignment is chaotic dumbass.

Kia --> Supposed to be the party thief but ‘it’s easier to loot a corpse than pick a pocket’. An actual proper coward, will leave everyone else to die if it saves her. Can’t take anything seriously. Tries to life-hack everything. Thinks murder is the solution to everything.

Corvus --> Absolute pacifist regardless of the danger. RLLY into blackmail (and plants). Lowkey the token evil teammate. Perpetually rolling his eyes. Makes all the plans and then gets salty when no one follows them. Would sell you to Satan for one corn chip.

7. What’s your favorite genre to read? FANTASY! Which is why, despite only really writing fic for Carry On, I’ve not actually read any of Rainbow Rowell’s other work. Contemporary romance doesn’t really interest me.

Also I’m weak for anything featuring like crime, but the criminals doing the crime, not the crime solving.

8. Your favorite genre to write? Fantasy again! Both high and low but with a preference for high because I like to world build.

9. How do you conduct your authorial research? LMAO what?

Like I said I like to write high fantasy so I don’t so much research as like to perpetually learn and incorporating things I like in.

10. What does your editing (gasp) process look like? So in 3. I said ywriter doesn’t have spell check? For fanfic I give it a cursory read over and fix anything glaring, then I copy it into word and use spellcheck and also grammarly. Then to the betas for the final round (I should do more but also?? Just fanfic)

My NaNo project tho? Never got edited at all.

11. What are your favorite tropes? BRuh I love all the tropes. I am WEaK for tropes. So trimming down to the favs:

I have a weird thing for catagorising so I love me some Cast Calculus

I try but never quite succeed with Blue and Orange Morality

Arson, Murder, and Jaywalking barely counts but I love it

A comedic Rashomon AKA that thing where everyone is being interrogated and they all tell completely different stories

I high key love a Magnificent Bastard in any form

And I mean a nice round five would have been good but how can one resist a Deadpan Snarker

Also I don’t think this is what I was meant to do for this segment but I enjoyed it so wevs

12. Show off your writing space. ABSOLUTELY NOT MY ROOM IS A MESS

13. What is the most useful piece of writing advice you’ve ever used? Don’t write for anyone but yourself. Write what you want to read.

I know it’s been said a multitude of times but idk the first time it really resonated with me was when VE Schwab mentioned it. I can’t find the source but I think she was quoting someone, soz!

14. What is the least useful piece of writing advice you’ve ever ignored? Write what you know.

Like get fucked? What I know is fucking boring. Let me write what I can imagine.

And though I don’t consider it real writing advice cause it was just 1 dumbass post on pinterest I saw one time “when writing a woman's pov make it more about emotions than a males. Her emotions, other peoples emotions’ etc. etc. Basically a load of shit. Don’t write a gender, write a fucking character.

15. Your writing beverage/snack of choice? I drink a lot of tea but it usually goes cold.

16. How do you compile your ideas? I don’t mostly, it’s a bad habit. Sometimes I drop stuff in my phone for fanfic or I have a couple of pocket sized leather note books I used to carry around for my original shit.

But mainly it’s just left in my head to get forgotten :\

17. What are your controversial opinions ™ on the craft of writing? I’m about to get crucified but here goes:

Writing isn’t hard.

Originally and concepts and stringing together a proper story? Yeah it’s a challenge. But just writing? Nah. not for me at least. If I’m sitting in front of a blank word document it’s because I have a problem with the scene. It doesn’t happen that often but when it does I find the best thing to do is go back and redo the sequence because going off no 13. It probably means I’m not interested in the scene.

But that’s just my opinion so please extinguish your torches and put down the pitchforks.

Tagging: @mydamnsunshine @thatsbitchcraft and any of my mutals who write. Chances are if you haven’t been tagged I thought you already had so go ahead and consider urself tagged.

#tag game #this ended up being a lot longer and a lot later than intended #twas fun tho #tbh I wrote this like 3 days ago and just edited it now

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psychicmoth · 6 years

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From (kind of) artist to (amazing) artist, do you have any tips to colour realistic skin?

you are my first art related ask, i feel so honoured! :’(( thanks for asking me for advice

here are a few tips!

first of all, realism is all about lighting, no matter which kind of material are we talking about. if we have our lighting sorted out, we already have half of the hard work done. we have to know from the beginning which are our main sources of lighting and where they come from! are they outdoor or indoor lighting sources? warm or cool? do they have a special colouring? and we definitely need to know in which kind of scenery are we working on! this will help us a lot to determinate how lighting will affect all our objects, including of course, people. here are some useful links about the topic (x) (x) (x)

it’s also important to think about skin or flesh as a material. every material has attributes and unique features, and if we understand how these determine a material’s appearance, we will be able to portray skin more easily.

colour. we already know there is a huge variety of skin colours, but is also important to remember there is a shit ton of undertones too. (x) (

here is a video (x) where you can appreciate more easily how to apply this knowledge in your work. remember, undertones are important, they may have different coloring and there is not a guide for them, you have to discover where to put them based only on observation! … however, sometimes you will notice faces have a kind of pattern (x) (x) (x) (x) but this might change depending on the person.

texture. flesh is a material that may have so many different textures! the skin of our lips looks different to the skin of our cheeks for example. again, everything is about lighting and observation, all these differences may be very noticeable or not depending of which kind of lighting are you using. here is a good tutorial about textures (x) (i know these are candies, but i personally find flesh’s texture very similar to gummy bears’ :9) to achieve this kind of detail we just have to observe carefully, practice and be patient.

also, don’t forget about subsurface scattering. this feature may be very important depending on what kind of lighting are you using! (x) (x)

finally here are a couple of highly recommended videos about skin tone coloring (x) (x)

i hope you find this useful!

also soz my english is not the best at nights dhfsjk

#artadvice #psychics #anon

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thetommmoarchives · 7 years

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tutorial: how not to be a reposter

A quick beginners guide :)

please like/reblog if it helped you

if you have any questions, my inbox is always open :)

Intro: WARNING SIGNS

Did you see a pretty picture on your dash? Do you like that picture so much you want it on your own blog as well? Does your fingers itch, and is your instinct telling you that you need to do something?

Normally, this is when people hit the reblog button. It looks like this:

But as a reposter, you sadly won’t see that. Here are the warning signs you need to look for, if you suspect you and/or a loved one might be a reposter. Reposters usually have one or more of the symptoms below. (separated into reposter type A, B and C):

TYPE A

Usually doesn’t know they’re doing anything wrong. Very easy to cure. Just wants to share the treasures they’re found on the world wide web. Simply finds an image/gif and uploads. Doesn’t know who photoshop is.

Do you have any of these symptoms?

You have a folder on your computer/device containing several gifs you found on http://www.tumblr.com for future reference and textposting. Folder name: “lol”/”memes”/”haha”

You enjoy putting all your favorite gifs into one big post and share it with your followers

Common caption: So pretty <3 (Not mine. Credit to owner:D )

#Black And White #One Direction #Boy #Summer #Inspiration

In rare cases, they will take it down when someone tells them to. Doesn’t like conflict. This does not mean they won’t do it again.

That sounds like me! Is there a cure?

There is hope for you. You can learn how to use the reblog button (tutorial will be up next week). You can also give credit to the gifmaker if you choose to use their gif as a reaction (v easy, you can add a link!) Don’t feel bad, you didn’t know better, but now you do.

TYPE B

Thinks they’re doing everyone a favor, so is extremely difficult to cure. Saves followers from sources they don’t like. Is the real MVP (in their own eyes). Very confident. Doesn’t give a fuck. Doesn’t know that UAs pay for their photos. :)

Visible symptoms include:

Save Image As... thank_you_nastie.jpg -> save in folder -> pics 4 my tumblr

Upload

#mine / #the other source was nasty soz #youre welcome

Notes!! New followers!!!

They will not take down their stolen content when asked. Instead, they’ll bite. Very poisonous.

Is there a cure?

Yes! But this requires love and extreme caution. Do not yell at them. Do not call them out. No, fuck that. Yell at them:) Call them out :) Report them:) And don’t reblog from them :)

TYPE C

Is an asshole. No cure.

I still want to post my own content! What do I do?

Ever wondered where gifs/graphics/edits come from? Well you’re in luck! Did you know editors use something called editing software before uploading their gifs/graphics/edits to tumblr? Sometimes, editing software costs $$$.

Here are some useful links:

Photoshop tips/tricks and downloads (FREE!)

Gimp (FREE!)

Hope this helped :) xx

#tutorial #resources

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muabannhadatdananggiare · 5 years

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Therefore amusing reading the papers that are irish Brexit and hearing RTE on exact same. It is like reading and viewing pr announcements.

Associated articles:

28 thoughts on “ De Papers monday ”

Quite interesting is how up north the UUP are increasing their news profile to be moderate or higher compromising at this time- vote early vote frequently therefore.

A chain that is human the whole edge in Ireland was recommended on twitter- I’ll be there whenever it occurs- do you want to?

my concept is much better. a number of monster hoolies for everybody in ireland while the british, to be hosted in a various town each thirty days. or we could stand on a relative straight straight back road in fermanagh for a time.

I concur with the Telegraph

Which can be the opposite associated with the instances.

Blow Job is in Dublin today- such a thing to be said for the next disko dad?

Problem is- the frigger would probably interact.

what type do you consider is factual through the Uk part?

Delivering a page alongside a ask for expansion saying he does not need it means exactly just what? The EU know HE does not need it but the HP do in which he is lawfully bound to adhere to their directions.

Did you see the article? He’s wanting to provoke the EU not to provide the expansion. You need to admit that’s pretty clever

He’s got no buddies into the EU and so they desire to avoid a no deal too- provoking won’t work as the more humiliated and all messed up Britain gets, the more unlikely virtually any user will be perform some exact exact same.

Boris Johnson ‘sabotage’ letter to EU ‘would break law’ states Lord Sumption, a former supreme court justice.

The celebrity got their fingers regarding the long range forecast

They’re having a chance during the climate now.

Boris Johnson is hammering away on Microsoft Word

Dear Donald, we compose to see you that the united kingdom has now kept europe. I’m sure this can come as a shock for you, but We, Boris Johnson am the lawfully elected prime minister associated with UK, simply ask anybody, and I have always been your head associated with the Uk federal government and i will be letting you know in no uncertain terms we have kept. I am aware you’ll be alarmed as of this page, however it is necessitated by the governmental stalemate in this nation, having a risk of extensive governmental and social unrest unless it really is solved. Additionally, the rotters are now actually threatening to place me personally in prison because they ram, by way of a legislation to really make it illegal in my situation to go out of with no deal. Our queen is mostly about to provide assent to that particular today, to make certain that’s why I’m delivering this research topics in psychology for college students page as of this ungodly hour. In addition know you’re going to be questionable concerning the legitimacy that is legal of page. But, everbody knows, great britain held a referendum in June 2016, which lead to a bulk voting to go out of the EU. In March 2017, great britain formally provide the EU couple of years notice of their intention to go out of, as set out in Article 50 regarding the Treaty of Lisbon. There have been two subsequent needs for the expansion to your making the EU, and they certainly were kindly acceded to by the self that is good on associated with EU. Nevertheless, neither among these needs is grounded in almost any treaty. They’ve been, for wish of an improved term, “gentlemens agreements”. Therefore, perhaps not the very first time, I will never be honouring this type of commitment that is non-legal. When I thought to Allegra/Ermintrude/Emily/Daphne and all sorts of the other people we can’t remember for now, “soz!” So, this is certainly that. We’ll now be legislation that is implementing tighten up the motion of men and women across our edge in Britain. We won’t be doing such a thing in regards to the border that is irish. We won’t be imposing tariffs or conditions on trade for now, into the hope we are able to hammer away a trade contract. We’ll honour our dedication to a ?7 billion settlement aided by the EU, but you can forget. That’s about any of it, therefore, as my forbears that are turkish have said “Adios!” Bozo

“Irish” constant Mail, an university that is british done some wellness research plus some material we skimmed from the internet about smoothies and that has been written years back. Gets the editor for the “Irish” regular Mail got their Irish citizenship yet or has their unlawful conviction for contempt of court when you look at the Ana Kriegel test place the kibosh onto it all?

In fairness, I’d reckon it is in regards to the research released week that is last the damage diet carbonated drinks perhaps do. Produced few news outlets.

I wonder was the mystical donor of ?1.5 million to your Shinners of sound head as he made their might 22 years back. In line with the London occasions on Saturday

“Hampton’s psychological sick wellness took a severe change about 40 years back. It really is comprehended that while staying in Rainham, Kent, a neighbour accused him of experiencing an event along with his spouse.

Incensed in the accusation, Hampton marched to the road by having a kitchen area blade and sliced off his or her own penis. He told the neighbour: “I’ve never touched any girl and I also never ever will.” He had been admitted up to a mental health ward in Barming, Kent, where he came across Rosalind Morton, who was simply putting up with despair.”

…how could any self-respecting englishman leave money to your shinners…why didn’t he keep it up to a pet sanctuary like a normal individual…

The bequest no further mystical in addition to funds have already been explained

It absolutely was clear, through the website link We posted myself to answer most of the who-what-when-why-aboutery you had been at about it bequest, that the benefactor led a lonely and life that is tragic. Nevertheless the way to obtain their funds had been positively bonafide.

Exactly why are you continue to taking place about any of it?

It is on a number of carefully selected easy slogged and flogged by-the-way did-ya-hear-the-one-about oh-c’mere-did-I-tell- ya- about-yer-one like it’s spin with you

Christ, personally i think i must ring the doorbell once I come across to choose within the documents now And await authorization

I hardly ever even retweet them

+fake news LJG 2.0

The celebrity wanting to sensationalize, scare and cause panic in regards to the weather forecast for January and February year that is next. Exactly What an appalling and scrote publication that is disgusting.

This is certainly one terrible written piece.

What’s yer man doing into the buff into the quad shot? Did he provide delivery? Given that could be miraculous

Offering the newborn ‘skin to skin’. Typical training, and I’m yes he had been busy! Goodbye rest!

exactly just What the particular … we can’t also

It should be agreement renegotiation period at RTE!

Under the Sun throughout the|on the|within the|throughout theweek-end, we’d Claire Byrne Derrough Media Limited telling us exactly how relatable she actually is, which presumably warrants some type of enhance to her €216,000 fees at loss-making RTE excluding nixers which are controversial due to disputes of interest| we had Claire Byrne Derrough Media Limited telling us how relatable she is, which presumably justifies some sort of increase to her €216,000 fees at loss-making RTE excluding nixers which are controversial because of conflicts of interest weekend

Today, we’ve Ryan Tubridy Tuttle Productions Limited, once again under the Sun front side page, telling us just how unimaginably brilliant he’s, which presumably warrants him waiting on hold to their €495,000 fees at loss-making RTE excluding nixers and royalties from publications which exploit the Late belated Toy Show.

Bài viết Therefore amusing reading the papers that are irish Brexit and hearing RTE on exact same. It is like reading and viewing pr announcements. đã xuất hiện đầu tiên vào ngày Nhà Đất Đà Nẵng.

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