Day 7

Free-day (Out of order and late) Alenoah as Sherlock/Moriarty.

I like it when two characters play mind games and scheming against or with each other.

I didn`t plan to create an AU, but – my rant and bits of literature/character analysis (The Vision). Also, draw concept sketch.

Noah (Detective Sherlock Holmes). I mean, they're both geniuses, introverts who don't care about social opinion and some versions depicted him as being good with dogs. In Victorian England, I totally see Noah opening a detective agency, because you either go working on a plant or you might use your geniuses’ intelligence to solve crimes, like game puzzles, and make monies to pay bills and buy new books because in 1800 many books were expensive and produced in small quantities.

Plus! I might look at this too far, but I think the Sherlock and Watson analogy was implemented in London episode when they strip team Chris just to Noah and Owen for investigation.

Owen (Dr. Watson). Basically in the original books, Watson plays the role of the guy, your typical visual novel MC, well narrator, who has character, but his whole purpose is just to be a witness to detectives doing, asking questions for the audience. This leads to usually representing Watson as either annoyed with Sherlock's antics or (usually in kids' media) naïve but with good intentions because of this simplification, to show his kindhearted nature in cartoons and caricatures he is portrayed as chubby, which is what we need! But all of them did service in the Anglo-Afghan War, even Disney version mentioned it. (Also if you want to do Nowen version of Jhonlock I don`t mind, sure go for it)

Alejandro (professor Moriarty). Do I really need to explain? Both archvillains in their stories. Professor, respected in society for his talent and achievements, wealthy, but behind all of that façade he`s "Napoleon of crime". He doesn’t usually do crimes himself but rather, schemes, orchestrates the events, or provides the plans that will lead to a successful crime, like paying money to a court so that someone can be released from prison.

Heather (Irene Adler). OK, in the original books (all books written not by Arthur Conan Doyle are basically fanfics) her character and Sherlock don`t date (But if you like, it`s fine). She was more like “I know what you are” towards him.  I want to base it more on Warner Bros Sherlock where Irene works with Moriarty, but they also try to get rid of each other. She is also famous for blackmailing royals, If it isn`t most Heather thing I don`t know what is.

Eva (Mrs. Hudson). The landlady. I think it would be funny, she yelling at them to pay their bills in time.

See you next week

Tech needs proof

ghostsoap - temporary blindness

Soap got temporarily blindness for some shit that happened in some mission, he has to step down for some time until it's all resolved Ghost want to go home with him, care for him, but don't know how to ask to be there for soap. While soap don't think he has the right to do so. He wants Ghost company, because he can't see shit and that's fucking scary for a guy that is used to see all the colors, expressions and primary information with is eyes. He obviously is doing the "big not scared boy act", but Ghost knows he is not that comfortable with not being able to see. Ghost is confused with what to do, he have never step inside Soap boundaries before, (like going to his home and meeting his family) he doesn't know if Soap is ok with Ghost meeting is family (with in fact is Ghost afraid of meeting them, Johnny would love if this happened, he wants Simon to feel the love of having a family again. Of course his sister is annoying with all the girls Soap has ever present to her, but she is still awesome! She would definitely become a duo with Simon, Soap is 100% sure of it) but he dosen't know if this is too much to ask right know. Ghost is already helping him around the base, bassicly not leaving his side, but he has other things to do has Liutenent, and Jhonny knows he is just pretending not to have other things to do. Soap doesn't thing he can be a priority for Ghost right now, at least not yet, they are on the very begging of a weird kinda of romantic relationship. They know that what they feel is not the same way they feel for others, but none of them have had a long relationship before (and they want this one to last), and much less with other men. So is a complete new field for both of them, they don't really know how this should work. They don't have even told the squad yet. (but everyone already knows, they suck in pretending not-being-in-love-and-making-heart-shaped-eyes-for-each-other-all-the-damn-time)

So soap goes back alone. He felt some sadness overcome him at the exact same moment he dosen't sense the presence of Ghost anymore. But he is a grown man, so he just shoves the feeling inside his stomach and goes to find his sister. He received help off the staff on the plane for every moment, so he is not really alone, but feels like it.

Everything stand behind when he is filled with happiness and love him from is nephews that are the first ones tho see him, his sister tries to control them, but they are always just too much happy when Uncle Johnny comes home. She help him, they talk about light stuff, he spend some time proving to the kids that he actually can't see, one of them almost starts crying, but he assure is only temporary. Once they got home, Soap asked to go straight to the sofa, but his sister prepared the bed of the guest room for him, which made Soap feel a little bad.The guest room is normally full of stuff of the kids so he knows his sister have to spare a lot of time to clean that mess. He doesn't want to, he knows is irrational, but he feels like shit when people have to go to all the trouble of actually take care of him. He knows that in hiss actual condicion he couldn't do it himself. He knew. But it still uncomfortable. He doesn't like to be trouble. Especially to his sister, who has already so much into her plate. (Obviously she doesn't mind, its her brother! He takes care of her since forever, so she likes to be able to retrieve all the years and money he spend with her and the kids). Finally, Soap goes to the guest room to rest, is difficult to manage not being able to see when a few days ago was the very first thing he relied on. But he does his best to recognize the place and not smach all his toes in the mobilia. When he lied down, there was a "toc,toc" on the door. "Come in." He expects his sister bringing something to him, more pillows, probably. "I liked your sister house, it's cozy." It's Ghost. Soap sits up immediately. "Simon? What are you doing here?" He questioned but he almost couldn't hide the smile in his adorable face. Was good hear the timper of his voice again. "I came to see my boyfriend." Soap heart almost flip in his chest. He didn't know how sweet it was to hear Ghost calling him 'his boyfriend'. He needed to hear that again. "You came to see me?" "Yes." Simon make noise leaving a bag in the floor. "Your sister said it was fine for me to stay here with you." "You talked to my sister? When?" "Right after you left. I called her." For Ghost to reach to his sister first was a sign of something, right? But Jhonny just nedeed to hear exactly why his boyfriend would left his bubble of protection to go to him. "You have things to do in the base, Si. You really didn't have to come—" "I did." They stay in silence. "I wanna be here. With you." Simon takes a deep breath. "I will take care of you. Being apart now just feels… stupid. And I'm not stupid." Soap laugh. Yeah, Simon was not stupid. They could be slow like turtles in understanding feeling, but they are not dumb to not feel that neither of them liked to be separated from one another. Sometimes, just takes one to take the first step in admiting it. Soap could not be familiar with the feeling of being cared for others, and Ghost could be dense with taking care of others, but they were smart enough to know that this was bound to happen. They loved it other, and this was the way of Ghost stating his love. "Come here." Jhonny stands his arms open for him. He could here Ghost steps and feel the mattress move with the new weigh. The felling of Ghost arms arround him, he did not know why, but that was the safest place of all. They both stayed in silence, just hearing their breathes. Jhonny smiled. "Its this…ok?" Simon asks. "Oh, Si. Yeah. This is more than ok. This just feels right. Perfect even." Jhonny sense the soft kiss in his forhead. "Thank you for being here, Simon." "I will always be."

TNT duo parallels/ contrasts

C!quackity clinging to anything he has, while wilbur wants to keep everyone at arms lenght is so interesting??

They both had nothing in the beginning and passionately fought for their causes. While c!quackity (in my eyes) wanted to archieve likeability through relatability (at least in lmanburg days), he never made an effort to hide who he was.

Wilbur on the other hand strived for something higher than himself. He always wanted to put on a great show, a character. And if you play a character for too long, you can't just ... Stop (It's an older sibling thing, i'm sure). He played on and on for so long that he saw only death as a means to stop his course to damnation.

Meanwhile c!quackity put up a barricade (instead of a fascade). Don't trust anyone and all that. His character felt physically and emotionally isolated until charlie came along. And oh, how c!quackity was thankful for that little guy that followed him around and listened carefully to every word he said (never had that before / didn't last long). He taught him lessons - parallel to the life advice tommy would receive from wilbur.

While revivedburs physicality felt like he had no physical boundaries (like personal space, getting hurt, ect.) he had huge emotional ones, which i think are best presented to us in "hitting on 16" where tommy gives him the glass of water and mans is so in his role of stone hard unemotional leader, that he can't even thank his closest friend.

He wouldn't ever let tommy know how much he meant to him... Until the finale. C!quackity also protects charlie for charlies sake. Not for his own. Wilbur (esp. Revivedbur) protects others to proove a point.

Everything will be okay. ( a WandAgatha fanfic. )

Summary: In Paris lived Wanda with her husband, a small but violent man who didn't hesitate to abuse her physically, mentally but mostly sexually. A few months ago, she met Agatha: a rich and beautiful woman who didn't hide her homosexuality. One night, it was too much for Wanda and the violence from her husband got too extreme for her to stay anymore.

More info: In this AU, Wanda don't have her power. She will learn witchcraft from Agatha.

Warnings: Angst, NSFW ( mention of rape, scenes of violence, blood, mention of murder. )

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Paris, 1860.

The big city was slowly fading into the darkness of the winter night, the shining of the moon and stars illuminating with a soft light the streets and houses.

2 Am. Everyone should be asleep, but in the Raquin's bedroom everyone was still up; Camille, a blond haired man with large green eyes, was laying down in a large wooden bed with his spouse: Wanda. Both of them were fully awake, but not for the same reasons. . .

Dressed with only a thin night gown cut just under her butt, Wanda could feel the nasty and disgusting looks of Camille going over her body, cherishing every shape of it. She felt disgusted by it, but even if she wanted to tell him to stop watching her sleep, she didn't; scared of his response or reaction. Camille was a very violent man, who never hesitated to hit Wanda to make her his sexual toy. Her eyes closed for a few minutes, trying to think of something else, but she reopened them quickly; feeling a cold hand sliding over the shapes of her waist and butt.

— Not tonight Camille, please. I'm tired. Let me sleep for once.

Whispered the redhead as she pushed away the man's hand, making him growl with anger; suddenly making the woman turn around as he cupped her face with his hand, making her look into his eyes. Wanda froze; clearly scared by the man.

— If I want to use you tonight, you'll shut up and let me use you. So don't push me away again or I'll swear to God i'll make this night the worst you ever had.

Wanda's body was trembling, but her will to do as she wanted was too strong and so, she pushed away the man again; getting up from the bed just after, caressing her own cheek, this one hurting.

— Wanda, I'll ask you one more time: come back on the bed.

— No. I won't.

— No ? I see how it is.

The man slowly got up from the bed, stepping forward to the woman with calm but loud footsteps. And as soon as he was close enough to Wanda, he grabbed her reddish hair; pulling it hard enough for her to fall on the ground. She whimpered, hiding her face with her arms to protect herself.

— Without me, you're nothing. So stay at your fucking place. If I want to use your body every night, I'll do it even if you don't want it.

After these words, Camille took again the woman's hair to push her over the bed, now his body towering over hers. Wanda eyes quickly started to get wet from tears, she was terrified; she knew Camille could do anything to her.

— Camille, please, I am just asking for one night of peace. You'll do whatever you want tomorrow but tonight I –

She got cut in her sentence by a sudden and hard slap across her face; a new whimper fading between her pinkish lips. Camille cupped his spouse's face once more.

— One more word or even a sound and I promise on my mother's head that the next slap will be with my hand closed.

Wanda was trembling, now sobbing as she was quietly begging Camille to stop and leave her alone; but everything got worse quickly: forced kisses over lips, soon her neck and breasts as his hands were touching her body to come and take off her panties.

— Camille please!

She was begging, using her hands to punch and push his body. And finally, with all of her strength, she pushed the man away to make herself fall from the bed and get away from him.

— You slut! Start to run because if I catch you, you'll have way worse than what I was supposed to do to you!

Wanda looked up over the bed to see the man's silhouette stand up, doing the same as well; and without more thinking, she ran to the bedroom door, opening it so hard that the handle slammed against the wall. She ran down the stairs, but her feet slipped and she fell right on the wooden floor; her face hitting the wood maybe too hard because of how her lips were now bleeding as well as her nose.

She was on her stomach, face against the wood as Camille was getting to her, now towering over her again but this time he was on his feet. His hands took the woman's hair in a ponytail to pull it hard enough for her to squeak.

— You're fucking pathetic, Wanda. Look at you, who would want someone like you. You disgust me.

Laughed the man before tightening his grip on the girl's hair and suddenly, BOOM, he hit her face against the floor. She squeaked in pain, blood dripping from her lip and nose as he was now letting go of her reddish hair to walk forward in the room.

— You have no one to run to. Who would want a filthy slut like you ? Even your dad did not want you, he preferred to go to war and leave you.

Wanda looked up from wooden floor, everything was moving around her, it felt like she was on a boat; she was hearing Camille but her own breath was louder than his words and the sound around her.

— Get up !

He got closer to her to take her arm and make her stand up.

— Come on you are the one who wanted to run away, go ahead it's open. I can even help you !

Camille left her to go open the door, slamming it against the wall. He stepped outside to scream for help, screaming very loudly to make sure everyone would hear him. But no one moved, everyone acted like nothing was happening.

— See ? No one gives a fuck about what's happening here !

— Camille please let's just go back into our bed to sleep and forget everything...

— No Wanda. You wanted to run away so go ahead, run ! Run to nowhere since no one gives a fuck about you !

He stepped forward, now close to the redhead; close enough to pull the girl by the hair from the stairs to the door, pushing her outside.

She looked up at him when hitting the floor by the violent push he gave her, eyes full of tears. Camille took her by the shoulders, pushing her against a wall.

— You're miserab–

As he was talking, he suddenly stopped when he received some spit on his face: making him grunt in disgust, letting the ginger go from his grip. Wanda spat in his face.

She fell on the floor, quickly getting up to get away from Camille; but she felt bad for leaving the shop. She couldn't just leave like that but she also couldn't stay like that with Camille. The pressure was suddenly falling on her, looking back at the shop, she stopped herself in her run.

— What are you waiting for ? You should hurry before I catch you, Wanda.

A shiver run through her back, when hearing the psychotic man talk again as he walked towards her in a menacing way; was he really going to chase her into Paris ? Or was he just trying to scare her ? She didn't want to know.

Her feet started moving again on the cold ground before she looked away and started running away. Away from him. Away from everything she had here.

Bare foot, in a thin night dress, running for her life in the parisian streets as her tears were rolling doing her doll cheeks. How could all of this have happened ? Had she ever done something bad to him for him to get so violent with her ? Was it her fault ? She could hear the man whistling from afar to signal he was following her.

Running and running, Wanda's body was feeling weak. She was running for almost an hour straight now, loosing hope every second: but suddenly, the Harkness house appeared in front of her eyes. She made it. She finally found her lover's house and everything would be okay! Tripping, panting, crying; she finally reached the house. Walked up the small stairs in front of it, she banged repeatedly her fist against the door, begging in her mind for Agatha to wake up.

— For God's sake, I'm coming !

The hollow voice of the woman could be heard from behind the door, some mumbling following her first words. Now opening the door, a gasp escaped the black haired woman's mouth. She could barely recognize her lover with all the bruises and dirt on her face.

— Wanda is that you – ? Oh dear lord, my sweet angel –

She got cut in her sentence by Wanda falling on her knees; the older one rushing toward the redhead to help her stand up, even taking her in her arms and carrying her to go inside the house. Agatha walked into the living room, putting down her Chérie near the fired up chimney.

— You're all cold and dirty, Chérie. Wait here, I'll come back.

She stood up, leaving the room to go right in the bathroom and get a basin with a towel, also some clothes. She knew what had happened. She knew exactly who put Wanda like that, a fire lighting up in her mind; she couldn't stand it anymore, seeing her partner with bruises and scars everyday wasn't an option anymore.

She walked back into the living room: a basin of water, a towel and some clothes in her arms. Putting it down near the victim, her warm hands slid over Wanda's cheeks to caress it softly.

— It's him again, isn't it ?

Wanda nodded her head, melting against the touch offered to her.

— He'll never hurt you again, I promise. I'll protect you with my own life if I have to.

Her right hand reached to the towel, wetting it into the bassin before rubbing it gently over Wanda's face, getting her face clean. Soon she did the same with her whole body; well most of it, especially where she was hurt from her race outside and finally, she helped her put on the clothes.

Both women stayed for minutes, maybe an hour in front of the chimney, Agatha mostly waiting for Wanda to fall asleep so she could put her in bed; and when it happened, Agatha didn't wait a second more to do so: putting Wanda in bed and tucking her in.

And soon, Agatha was on her way to the boutique where Wanda ran away from: but contrary to Wanda, she wasn't going to let the frail and miserable man hurt her, even raise his voice at her, he wouldn't have time to anyways.

I think we should date our Dracula Daily post, you know, for the ones who will start it late.

For example, #dd may 26

Me drawing myself and bestie as part of another world instead of doing something important, land of the lustrous version

Somewhat a translation:

Next to colored ones: Amethys; Fluorite

Next to black and white ones: Hardness 7 (Amethyst); Hardness 4 (Fluorite)

That’s poor UI design if you’re using a download icon for saving as well

Well, thanks for judging me professionally from a string of text and a picture :)

So, here's an essay. You had it coming dude.

Icons are not to be use alone. This is for a number of reasons:

the rapidly changing in internet language can leave several users out of the loop (the opposite of the old saving icon. young people don't know what a floppy disk is and are just taught which the save icon is). that's why you don't use icons as a primary source of information, but as an addition to labels / buttons / etc

sight and cognitive impairments come in many forms. that's why you use: - talking labels. the "read more" types are not accessible, not if you like your developers/content managers. an interactive talking label has to tell you what you're about to do. that's why the link in an element (like a card) is now always in the title. - icons help people who can't read good but can recognize symbols (and they need to have a talkative name) - icons also help people who doesn't have any impairment, but still deserve to not struggle to understand what they have to do

so, nowadays icons are rarely used alone.

icons are good to distinguish between many commands / interactions (which still have to be accompanied by a label). they're also good to make a long text more readable. the eye does want to be pleased.

none of my platform has buttons/commands with only icons and not descriptions. the icons I use are mostly to sign "hey, there's an icon here and it needs to be specific" (save, files type, etc). when it's not my business to decide what icon needs to be use (like categories), I use a circle or an hexagon, because it's the UI business to decide what they want there according to the design system they're putting together.

there are, of course, exceptions and these are based on a couple of facts:

the icons in use are commonly known, so there's no need to explain them, like the burger menu. you don't need an explanation of what a burger menu does, it's old and well known (you also find those mostly in apps, in the bottom menu, but you might have notice that even those menus sometimes have labels and not just icons)

the system helps you learn. in this case you need to start memorize what every icon means, but it's mostly used for tools that goes to tech savvy people. also, the UI has the cool job to make a talkative icons.

plus:

like many designers in an agency, we do have our own library with our own set of icons, so it's no like I have fun trying to confuse my colleagues with "let's see how much Heresiae wants to fuck up with us". we have a set of icons and we all know what they means (and they have fun names like: "save", "upload", "close". very confusing indeed). plus, there are usually handover meetings where I explain the UX.

it's been a couple of years since I stopped using the floppy disk as a saving icon. I do it not just because of my choice, but because design systems are acknowledging that it is a very dated icon and it's not widely recognize anymore, so I actually don't have it available (if I really, really, REALLY wanted, I need to go on platform like Noun Project). what I have in my hands is the "save/download" icon that I posted it before.

I have a hint that the new "save" icon is not really born yet and we're all try to do our best in this moment of transition. as always, I'll use whatever is most commonly known by the major of the user base.

oh, and if I need to use this ⤓ as save icon, I will definitely DON'T use it for the download too.

because I'm not stupid.

Just some verses I wrote thinking about Jason

From the deep you came,

despite all the pain.

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You were so black and blue,

universe didn't want to give you any chance

then he looked at you,

that's when your life changed.

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You were waiting

hoping,

believing,

in him, your savior

but the ashes, their flavor

start flowing in your tongue

and running from your head,

all was red,

not the color of love,

just the shinning flames.

I've planned to post just mini-comics, but then I found this screenshot (Heathers 1988). Color palette, light reflections, sharp shadows - love this stuff. Therefore I draw Heather as Heater Chandler. I hope she doesn't look like she is in her 30s.

It all started because I saw some posts with Julia as Regina George (Mean Girls 2004) and I like to compare those two movies just for fun.

I haven't finished reboot yet. Did somebody die there?

Everyone knows that Jesus could turn water into wine in the Bible? and in episode 5, Lucifer expresses disgust with alcohol... Also there Husk with "daddy issues" in Keith Davies voice

Sooooooo

In 2 season i wanna see episode where Husk lets Lucifer talk about his daddy issues (with God, yes), and after which Lucifer makes some conclusion about how to behave with Charlie and leaves, Husk takes a drink and realizes it’s water.... All the alcohol in the bar turned into water

Brothers

I have you

I have you like the cloud has the sky

I have you like the winter has the cold

I have you like the peanut butter has the jam

I have you

I touch you

I touch you like the rain touches Africa

I touch you like the river touches the sea

I touch you like dawn touches the day

I touch you like dusk touches the night

I touch you

I kiss you

I kiss you like whipped cream kisses the cake

I kiss you like time kisses space

I kiss you like autumn kisses spring

I kiss you like the morning sun kisses your face

I kiss you

I love you

I love you like the moon loves the sun

I love you like the stars love the night sky

I love you like the summer breeze loves the heat

I love like the thunder loves the lightning

I love you

To infinity and beyond ❤

Kiss me deep and slow

Up in my mouth and down below

For only you my love

There's ache in my soul

I just want him to be as petty as he can possibly be honestly