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little-red-fool · 2 months

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OMG YOU'RE SEVENTEEN?? (I've been following you for months and I didn't once read the pinned message beyond the line about no AI and NFTs lmao) YOUR ART IS SO CRISPY I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PRO ARTIST AROUND 30 WTF

(sorry for the yelling via text)

HOW DID YOU GET SO GOOD!! (Tips on lineart please?) WE'RE THE SAME AGE, BUT HALF OF MY ART IS SHIT AND THE OTHER HALF IS FART

ALL HAIL LITTLE RED FOOL, BESTOW THY GREATNESS UPON THOU MERE MORTAL SERVANTS

But in all seriousness, any tips on, like I said, lineart or just digital art in general? (I just started digital, and... Ten hours of work and I'm just on base colors 😎🕶️🤏🥲) I love, LOVE your style and especially COLOR! How do you tie it all together? Like, I'm 17 too, but I'm not even close to your stuff?? I'm scared as fuck from ever trying color traditionally because I spend SO MUCH TIME ON A SKETCH, so I just picked up digital and HOURS LATER IT'S STILL AWFUL

Sorry for the rambling and repeating, man, it's been a long day and it's late in the Balkans... Don't let the rambling force you into answering tho

Have a good one. ->excited fellow artist

(tip of the day: did you know that in Romanian, moon and month are the same word, with the same pronunciation, spelling and plural? It's called: lună [loonuh] and I think it comes from latin, since Romanian is a heavily latin language, with bits of french and turkish (HEAVY bits), dacian, slavic, italian)

OUAHFSHD THANK YOU SO MUCH I’M REALLY HAPPY YOU LIKE MY ART!! Also I’m sure your art is better than you think it is (we generally tend to view our own creations as worse than others because we’re the ones that made them, don’t worry I’m the same as well ajdbsjd) but yeah I’ll be happy to give you some tips and stuff! (and yeah I never colour traditionally either I just leave everything in plain biro because I don’t want to mess it up lol)

(I haven’t seen your art so these will probably be more general tips but hopefully they’ll help a bit, also keep in mind that I’m not a professional so this will be more about what has worked for me but I hope it might help you a bit)

So for stuff like lineart, avoid using chicken-scratches—it might seem easier or less daunting to do shorter overlapping lines like that but it will give your sketches and drawings that overall fuzzy look, the trick is to have longer confident strokes. It might seem a bit tricky at first if you haven’t done it before so don’t worry it happens but if you keep practicing they’ll eventually look smoother and less shaky. For the longer lines it better to draw from either your elbow or shoulder, and by that I mean keeping your wrist still and letting the larger parts of your arm do most of the work—this will also help your wrist in the long run. For things like shorter lines and smaller details then absolutely use your hand to move the pen, but generally try to use your elbow and shoulder as it will help you get those longer smoother lines. Also this is just a personal preference of mine but I generally use brushes that have a bit of pressure sensitivity which helps add some line weight. If you don’t have pressure sensitivity another way you can get line weight is by taking an eraser to some of the edges and narrowing some parts.

For colours it mainly depends on the lighting—lighting is everything and will affect how the rest of the colours will look, so it’s important to have an idea of the brightness and colour of your lighting. The background also plays an important role in picking colours for me as well as it helps provide colour context and makes it easier to pick colours by eye if you want a certain mood. If you want a more dependable way on getting colours to match up then I’d recommend having a layer that’s just colour on top of the rest of your piece—you can play around with the blending modes and opacity, I mainly use either an overlay layer with a medium colour that’s slightly desaturated or a colour burn layer with a light saturated colour; most of the time I use colour burn because if you put it over your lineart then it will also tint the parts of your lineart or sketch that’s at a lower opacity too. But with figuring out colours I’d highly recommend researching some stuff about colour theory, there are a lot of good and easy to understand explanations and art tutorials on YouTube so I would recommend starting there (unfortunately I can’t link recommend specific videos because my playlists are a mess ajdbsjdbsj but some good channels to learn from are Sinix Design, Marc Brunet and Marco Bucci).

In terms of general digital art tips, ALWAYS FLIP YOUR CANVAS. You will not believe the amount of times I’ve looked at a drawing and thought it looked pretty good, flipped the canvas and found that everything’s wonky. In cases like these the liquify tool is your best friend, as well as the lasso tool and transform tools, as well as just manually fixing them by redrawing some parts. Also use as many layers as you need, and by this I mean if you’re working on your sketch, lineart or colouring or whatever and you want to do something you’re not sure you’ll like, duplicate the layers so you have a backup in case it goes wrong and you want to go back. When I say use as many layers as you need I mean use as many as you need, these are some of mine and they’re all from just one sketch because I get really anxious about messing stuff up lol, also don’t be afraid of drawing separate parts on separate layers and merging them afterwards if you want.

Also take your time, unless you have a deadline don’t feel like you have to complete a drawing within a certain timeframe, if you want to get faster at drawing then that’s great but don’t feel like you need to push yourself, especially if you’re just starting. Practice takes time and patience is your best friend, and you probably hear lots of other artists saying this but trust the process. You might get to a bit you’re struggling with and not like it and want to abandon the drawing, but I found that rather than saying “this is bad” or “this is wrong” start asking “how can I make this work” because a change in mindset can help you a lot with art. Also don’t feel like you have to reach certain milestones with your art by certain points either, like with the age thing and comparing your progress with other artists of either the same or different ages, because it can make you feel worse about your art. Trust me there are some artists younger than me who are like 14 or 15 who’s art I envy and—again with the mindset thing—instead of getting down that your art isn’t similar to their’s or worrying that you’re “behind” in your artistic development (there is no such thing btw everyone learns at different ages and speeds so don’t feel bad if you haven’t progressed as much as you would have liked to) it helps to ask what you like about their art and what you would like to incorporate into your own—this has helped me learn and improve a lot faster.

I don’t know if I have any more tips at the moment, but I hope that answered some of your questions! (also sorry it’s a bit long or some bits don’t make a lot of sense I like to ramble a bit lol) (also also thank you for the little fact as well!)

Have a nice day anon 🧡

#asks #art tips

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k0nstanta · 9 months

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hii!! i was wondering if I could ask what is your usual colouring process? how much time one fully coloured piece and doodle take! I adore your ocs so much they inspire me to draw more myself:3 they feel so alive!

hi anon! thank you vey much, i'm very happy to hear that you feel inspired!

i wrote up a little something for your questions under the cut:

so, first of all, the way i color things ranges from drawing to drawing, especially if i feel like playing around in the process. sometimes i decide to try something out (palette, filter, technique, brush etc) and if i really like how it looks i may recolor the entire drawing lol. point is, there's a lot of sidetracks to my process (especially now, since i'm trying to get used to a different art program than the one i used previously) but the very basics of it are as follows:

1. i sketch and line whatever it is that i want to draw (this might take a while depending on whether i have a solid idea right away or not; in the latter case i might do some thumbnails first to figure out how i want the drawing to look. you can't really see here, but when i line things i usually draw on the same layer as the sketch, and after i'm done i adjust the brightness/contrast settings of the layer to get rid of the sketch underneath. it might seem like i'm just making my life harder this way, especially since this method only works if you sketch with a lighter color (or make it lighter in settings before starting lineart) and your lineart is drawn with a solid opaque brush (which is how i always draw), but it helps me to not get caught up on trying to make the lineart precisely follow the sketch. it also makes changing things on the go much easier, since i only have to erase on one layer.

2. after i'm done lining, i underpaint with a solid color (usually the skin color, but sometimes something random), then block the alpha channel and color over it with flats;

3. i don't color everything at once, instead going piece by piece, which helps to keep the drawing balanced color and contrast wise. i pick a desired area with magic wand and then go about rendering it properly (which usually involves adding some value variance with an airbrush and then laying down shadows/highlights/etc). you can't see this here either, because for some reason i forgot to do it this once, but i also usually lower the opacity of the lineart layer halfway when i color. it helps me concentrate on colors and how they look together better;

4. when i'm satisfied with color, i recolor the lineart to be whatever color i think fits the piece better and change lineart layer settings to either multiply, color burn, or linear burn. after that i just play around with filters, add decorative details, and clean everything up. it's also worth noting that sometimes i starts trying out filters/effects directly while coloring because i want to explore some alternative colors or palettes; i also have a tendency to pick very pale & unsaturated colors so messing around with HSB (hue/saturation/brightness) & depth/contrast settings while coloring helps a lot.

5. cropping it & there you go!

this one took me 1,2 hours. depending on how complex the drawing is it might take me much longer (especially if im working on a commission) so i'd say my average time drawing is somewhere between 2-6 hours. if a drawing takes longer than that i break it apart into several days of work. don't draw for too long! it's bad for your health.

as for sketches, as i mentioned previously, it all depends on whether i know what i want to draw or not, and if i do, i usually just go straight at it:

this one took me 20 minutes. on average, a doodle can take anywhere from 10 to 40 minutes, more if i want to make it look fancy, but at that point it enters the vast limbo between sketch and finished piece.

that's it! sorry the gif quality is really bad, it's the best i could do. here's a video of the same stuff, hopefully in somewhat better resolution

#character: kotya #character: shurik #setting: robot #artist: cbge #askbox #had to cut out footage of me playing with filters bc it was flashing rly bad

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lunarflare64 · 20 days

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How did you know you were plural? (IF you feel comfortable saying, feel free to delete if not) Because I've been wondering if I may be lately, it would explain a lot about growing up

Well we didn't, when this all started out! This is a story we don't all have access to the memories for so we'll try to get through this quickly

When this started, DID wasn't at all on our radar, we knew about it but "obviously I don't have that, I don't have memory blackouts and no ones told me I act different" (we were already lowkey using we/us first person pronouns lol, "it just feels nice, doesn't have to mean anything"). But this actually started with our depersonalization, derealization, and general dissociation acting up! They were symptoms we'd been familiar with for a long time, but last year, being the actual worst year of our life, it was Extra Bad. So we were taking comfort in memes, like we tend to do when we're stressed about conditions we have, and its kinda hard to find dissociation memes without DID and OSDD popping up, and some things (not all things, only a small handful out of the lot) sounded familiar. We still didn't agree tho, so we looked into DID diagnostic questionnaires and gave them a shot. Our scores weren't very singlet of us to get.

Still, we doubted, so we looked into how systems could open up communication. We started a notebook of just general things we were feeling at that moment, things like preferences and opinions, the special interest we were "having a phase of" at the time, any strong emotions that stood out, etc (we bought a MASSIVE pack of coloured gel pens and used whatever colour/s stood out to us for each entry, a very helpful idea for an apparently very colour focused system). At first these entries were numbered, but it very much did not take long for them to be named (though some liked their numbers and refused to give an actual name, Sixteen is literally named Sixteen because of this), and after a little while more direct chatter started up, first in the notebook and then in our head. It became easier and easier to tell when our thoughts weren't from one specific person too. (We lost all this progress when the worst of last year reached its peak, so we need to start over now)

And yeah, by the time the names were happening it was pretty obvious what was going on, sure we had our self-fakeclaim moments but for the most part we were over our denial (some of us were more ready than others)

(Also, quick tip, the "inner worlds" and internal talking? Don't force it. When we tried to take a peak in the early days it was immediately shut down with a panic attack, our gatekeeper didn't want our host to see so the memories of it are hidden from them and access like this is firmly shut down. Just do what feels right, not what other systems are talking about, okay? VC, our host, still doesn't know anything about our inner world, and that's okay)

Hopefully this helps you! System discoveries aren't easy things to go though, we had a pretty hard time ourselves despite generally being pretty go-with-the-flow people, so if you have any more questions or need any resources feel free to ask! We're always happy to help!

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onegirlatelier · 8 months

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August 2023 | Dressing gown based on yukata

I wrote a while ago that I want to post more finished objects here, now that I'm trying to repair my relationship with dressmaking. It's thirty-five degrees Celsius over here and I'm having either covid or a really bad cold, so forgive me if my logic is twisted in places.

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This is a dressing gown heavily inspired/pretty much based on a yukata (a lighter kimono which you wear in the summer, especially to the summer festivals). I've wanted a kimono/yukata for so long, but practicality-wise I was also in need of a dressing gown less warm than my fluffy towel one, and when I saw this fabric I had the idea to make a dressing gown that's basically a yukata but with mods because a) it was a Western fabric, b) I wouldn't be wearing it the traditional way.

I hope it's fine and not culture appropriation...and to be able to defend that, I have watched documentaries on the making of yukata in Kyoto and also examined carefully two websites containing detailed info on how to make an actual yukata. Any changes I made should hopefully be a conscious decision, and this project can be a test run for when I can afford an actual kimono roll of fabric and an occasion to wear it!

That's my reasoning. Now let's move on to the fabric...

Guthrie & Ghani floral stencil print in #navy. 20%linen+80% viscose. I would NOT recommend this fabric for dressmaking unless it's for a rough outer garment. The fabric was very scratchy with linen bits, and I had to manually pull out the prickly bits as well as tumble wash it twice. I don't think it's intended for dressmaking...but I was so excited and realised it too late lol.

To help reduce the scratchiness, the shoulder lining was a cotton/silk blend. I think a thin but sturdy cotton would be a great choice but I didn't have that; I just had a lot of sheer cotton/silk blend leftover from other projects.

The contrasting colour facing (which is not traditional): from a scrap fabric basket of a shop, a cotton/viscose blend. It was a twill weave with that typical smooth powdery finish you get with viscose twill.

Notes/Mods:

130cm on CB instead of the traditional 160cm. A yukata is quite long (equals your height) because you wear it with a triple fold at the waist, called an ohashori. This fold allows the wearer to adjust the length of the yukata i.e. where the hem hits. Since I'm not doing the ohashori, I don't need the extra length.

My fabric would actually only allow an 110cm CB if I were to cut the front and back in one piece (as is traditional), because I had only 2.2m of it. It was not cut on grain, but also there had probably been a bad shrinkage. 110cm was way too short for me. To maintain the flow of the pattern on the back, I decided to add fabric pieces directly to the bottom of the front, because there were more things going on in the front so the pattern was disrupted anyways. This way, the front and back were still largely cut in one big rectangle, which is more recyclable.

There are not separate front strips (okumi) on my gown. Usually there would be, and there would actually be some shaping for the upper body achieved through this seam between the okumi and the front body. I omitted them because a) I wouldn't have enough fabric to match patterns if I had cut them separately, and b) I wanted to reduce weight as much as possible because this fabric was so heavy.

Perhaps most importantly I omitted kise. A kise is when you press open a seam, you don't press it entirely open, but leave about 0.2mm of fabric folding over the seam so that the seam is hidden. This technique is used throughout a yukata. I suppose that this helps protect the seam, since it's easier to reinforce a kise than a seam when it's worn. I omitted this again because of the fabric. Too heavy and bulky.

Since I used a Western fabric, this means I had to use different seaming methods than the traditional ones, because traditionally almost the entire yukata/kimono would be have selvage edges at seams. I could not just anchor down the seam allowance; I had to hide the raw edges neatly.

The shaping of the collar is traditional, but the construction was me. Usually you would use a long strip that's double the width of the finished collar, and fold it. I'm not sure if it's traditionally accepted to have the outer fabric and the lining of the collar cut separately. You would also need a collar reinforcement, which I omitted.

Traditionally you don't cut away any excess fabric on the front (on each side you would have two rectangular pieces of fabrics, the front body and the okumi). You just encase the excess as seam allowance in the collar. This way the fabric remains very recyclable and you can also adjust the collar for another wearer. I think this is truly a great idea, but I had to do some trimmings again to reduce bulk and weight.

Contrast colour for facing. I am pretty sure this should not be happening, because a yukata is supposed to be simple and summer-y. My mind was so dominated by the Orientalist paintings of G. H. Breitner which was a shame but the kimonos themselves were so pretty. Since I'm wearing it just for my pleasure, I added a bit of flare.

Normally, when I deal with raw edges, I whip-stitch with a tiny mark on the right side. This time I tried to do a blind stitch that leaves a tiny mark on the right side and no stitch marks on the wrong side. It is easier than I thought it would be (after lots of practice) and I might be converted.

In two or three places I just could not do a two-fold hem, so I smoothed out the fabric and did a little bit of overcasting.

I had tried the latest way of doing bar tacks and I didn't like it, so I stuck to my usual method.

Just a wide belt for now~I don't think I'll ever make an obi for it, but if this pattern is ever done on silk, I might just make a lined kimono with an obi!

#sewing #sewblr #stories #kimono #yukata

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anotherrickinthewall · 1 year

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Play like grown-ups

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Hello lovely people!

I've had this fic sitting in my WIPs way too long... I've wanted to write more but yeah well. I devour smut like there's no tomorrow but I seemingly can't write it. Because every time it gets real spicy my brain is like 'LOL... Nope.'

Oh and as English isn't my first language, please excuse any cringe phrases or mistakes. No one read it beta (I only use Word for the gravest grammar mistakes).

☠☠☠ indicates a shift of perspective (from reader to Frank and vice versa)

So here we have

Pairing: Frank Morrison x fem!reader (I gave her a name and a tiny background, it's kinda easier for me to write and I tried to keep the description of physical features to a minimum)

CW: fem!reader / fem!body, knife play, breath play, smut, blood, general Dead by Daylight themes (violence, death, torture),BDSM stuff, dom!Frank/sub! reader and I think that's about it, maybe name calling (Sweetheart, darling, etc.)

Credit for those awesome pictures goes to the people who created them, so if you know any artist of those give me a holler I'll credit them properly! I don't own any of the pictures or DbD characters.

NO MINORS BELOW THE CUT! THANKS!

The dizziness from being thrust into this weird realm was enough to make her stagger and falter in her steps even though she was just standing and coming back to her senses. She was becoming aware that she wasn't at the campsite she had been with her best friend just a few seconds ago. At least it felt like a few seconds. In truth she didn't have the slightest idea how much time had passed.

Taking in her surroundings, she noticed that she was standing in the middle of a yard that seemed like it came straight out of a nightmare. Caved in stonewalls and rugged pathways indicating that they were once part of a bigger construction.

Lifting her gaze, she squinted through the mist gathering around her. There was a castle like building to be seen, the top burned off and debris littering the ground around it. She slowly started walking in the direction of the main building, her head twitching left and right every five seconds. A strange twist in her gut told her to keep her mouth shut and keep going. She desperately hoped to find other people who shared her predicament. There had to be other people around. There just had to be.

She entered the building at the corner of the remnants of a conservatory, when a strange sound reached her ears. Some sort of mechanical whirring accompanied by the buzzing of sparks. Slowly following the sound, she found a man kneeling in front of a diesel fuelled generator.

"Oh god finally!" but she recoiled when the man flinched so hard that the wires, he was working on, touched the wrong way and exploded straight in his face. "Fuck!" he cussed and dragged his hand over his face. "Damn girl, you really scared the living daylights out of me. Fuck me!" he exclaimed once more.

She felt bad for scaring him like this. "Man. I'm so sorry... I thought you heard me. I woke up and I don't know how I got here. Do you know what's going on?" she asked him hopefully. He turned around and let his head drop against the generator. A skull tattoo with flames around it was to be seen on his throat. For a moment he kept his eyes shut and took a deep breath.

It gave her time to take in his appearance properly. The sand-coloured hair was down in the back but the front part was fluffed up and slightly curved. Almost like a bedhead. A square jaw and sharp cheekbones made him dangerously good looking but the one thing that topped the look off, were the snake bite piercings adorning his lower lip on which he was chewing nervously.

He released another harsh breath and stood up. Muscled thighs bulged beneath the somewhat rugged looking dark jeans. His shoes looked like they'd been dragged through a puddle of blood. When he spoke, her eyes flitted over a black leather jacket and a dark grey shirt up to stormy blue eyes. He crossed his arms and they seemed to be so massive that the leather was creaking. All in all, nice to look at. "Okay, newbie. As far as I figured we have to get enough of these gens here going to power up exit gates to flee the grounds. There are other survivors to help. Four, I think. But beware there's a killer on the loose to kill all survivors. Why or how... I can't answer. The last thing I learnt is that all these realms are ruled by the Entity.' It sounded so strange that she was inclined to chalk his information up as batshit crazy but a tiny voice inside her head warned her that there was a certain truth to his words. Either way he was all she had at the moment and being together definitely beat being alone in this weird ass environment.

So together they looked for the next generator to repair and during their search she learned a few details about the mysterious stranger. His name was Frank, striking her as a bit out of date but who was she to judge when her name was a colour. 'Nice to meet you Frank, I'm Roux. Born and raised in lovely Louisiana.', shaking his hand she noticed how his gaze lingered on her face. She also learned that he was a drop out from Ormond, a tiny town in Ontario. Nothing but snow most of the year and an abandoned ski resort where he would meet with a few friends to kill the time.

A strange smile flitted across his features and he grabbed her wrist when he saw the four flickering lights of the next gen, high above them, mockingly looking down on them. 'Look... Over there. You keep working on it and I'll go looking for the other survivors.' before she could even protest that she didn't know how to fix it, he was gone. Like a lightning.

For the fifth time the fucking gen exploded in her face. Pulling her navy-blue hoodie over her face she screamed in it as loud as she could. A huge part was the frustration she had, another part was the sheer panic her heart had been causing her on and off now. Every time she'd heard a twig snap and a bush rustle too much her heartbeat would pulse very loudly in her ears. But that went away rather quickly. When another set of poppets finally started moving smoothly, she'd do a little jig but that was interrupted rather harshly when a high pitched, blood curling scream echoed throughout the place. And then she saw it. Boom! Another explosion? No, it sounded way darker and deeper, more like an energy blast she'd seen and heard in Sci-fi movies. The gen exploded once more. Stupid machine she cursed silently. An elderly man ran past her, in tow a masked man with a knife raised high above his head. Another scream, this time deeper and shorter. Surely the guy with the knife got the older man, too. When two people were injured or even worse... That left her and Frank. But he didn't come back and was nowhere to be seen. When the last poppets started moving and the fourth spotlight shone brightly above her head, she took another deep breath and went looking for Frank. In a brisk pace she started looking in the outer shack, lockers and basically everywhere she saw a generator. As methodical as possible she walked in circles, to not miss him in case she didn't look behind a certain corner. With every step she took it unnerved her more. She had a constant thundering heartbeat but she couldn't see anybody.

Once she came into the, what surely used to be the grand auditorium, she was sure she was alone with the killer. Because she neither found him nor any of the other survivors.

Among the aisles of old wooden chairs, she suddenly saw the killer. Bright blue gleaming eyes and a Cheshire grin of crude drawn teeth with blood smeared partially over the eggshell-coloured mask. A dark grey hood hiding most of his features but the rugged jeans looked awfully familiar, the leather jacket he was wearing, too. But she refused to believe that it was him because how could he be survivor and killer at the same time!?

Roux stared at him intently and saw him wiggling his blood dripping knife in his right hand while simultaneously moving towards her.

Until she couldn't confirm if it really was Frank or not, she decided it was her smartest choice to run. Maybe she could hide long enough for this nightmare to end.

So, she turned on her heels and sprinted in the opposite direction, the heavy echo of her own heartbeat continuously following her.

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This new approach for his hunt was priceless. He should thank Susie for that later. Pretending to be a fellow survivor and then hunting them down gave his chase a whole new level. All the adrenalin flooding his veins had him giggling like the maniac he was. He licked his lips, almost tasting her fear. This is what he was born to do. Hunt. Kill. Torture.

Lovely silken hair barely reaching past her shoulders, complimenting her bright eyes perfectly. She was the last victim. And unfortunately, the first who stumbled across his path but she was more than easy on the eyes. In fact, he found her very attractive and the way her pupils were expanding once she got a proper look at him told him the feeling seemed to be mutual. He saw her stumbling over junk lying in the yard. It would have been so easy to finish her right here right now but instead he just used his entity given fury and sprinted past her, slashing her arm and shoulder. The gashes were deep and thick droplets of blood started running down her arm and wrist. He had to be lying to himself if he claimed that this didn't get his dick stirring in his pants. He was still am man after all. A cursed and rageful murderer but still a man. He waited behind a shabby shack that sat in the far corner of the former mental institute. He unclenched his hands several times, waiting for the cramps to pass that always seemed to come when he was using his rage speed. He hated them, they made him feel like an arthritic 80-year-old grandpa. Snap! His head shot up, a sinister smile forming underneath his mask. He tapped against his temple and the eyes in the mask turned from neon blue to a crimson red. It was a tiny feature he added with junk they've found around the Ormond Resort they were forced to stay in while they were not in trials. It was tedious. Always snow, always cold, he sometimes welcomed the blistering heat of the Dead Dawg Saloon or the unbearable humidity of Backwater Swamp.

As soon as the cramps had passed, he leaned and peered around the corner to see Roux frantically covering up her cuts with rugs of her sweater. And by all unholy things in this forsaken realm her baby blue tank top was a sight for sore eyes. "Such a beauty." he whispered quietly to himself before leaning back again, giving her another two minutes to gain her breath. When a relieved sigh reached his ears, he knew it was time for a second round.

So, he started softly padding towards her, knife raised high above his head but when he was within a ten meter radius, she burst into a sprint, dashing in zig zag patterns across the yard. He had to give her credit for that, she was quiet the runner. He chased her for several more minutes across the grounds. She was vaulting through windows, across walls and she even tried to hide herself in one of the many lockers, that were scattered everywhere. But he was so used to survivors hiding in those, that he just had to strain his hearing to figure out which of them she was using. And once he was sure he was standing in front of the right one he pulled the door open, seeing her cowered into the corner. Chest heaving, eyes wide with fear, her lush lips slightly parted with shock and surprise. And yet... She didn't scream, she didn't bolt out of the locker smacking him with the door. No, she just sat there and looked up at him with her round eyes, lips slightly parted. Maybe it was a whole other feeling than shock or fear...

Ramming his knife into the back of the locker, leaning towards her, he spoke softly to her "Are you afraid, gorgeous?" His head cocked to the side, he took a deep breath. And how delicious she smelt. Like a mix between air dried laundry and petrichor. It was like a drug. Actually, it came pretty close to the thrill of hooking a survivor and seeing them being taken by the Entity. She shook her head. "Well, you should better fear me darling, for I am death in this cosy enclosure." he whispered in her ear while tracing the blunt edge of his knife along her chin. A satisfying grin crept across his face as he saw Goosebumps rising over her arms and a slight shiver wracking her body. Her breathing became more laboured and the tiniest of whimpers slipped past her lips. Squinting his eyes, he realised something. She was into this. He wasn't sure if it was his knife, the chase or himself. But if he should take a guess, he would say it's the knife. When he was living in Ormond he had a few girlfriends, nothing too serious and rather short lived but one of the flings he had beside his relationships was so into knifes. He sometimes came undone when Frank was touching him all over with just the knife and nicking him here and there. Fond memories, when his girlfriend at the time was nothing but toxic and exploiting him. So, he fled into a fantasy world where the girl didn't exist and his fling was the window to a better and healthier relationship.

But it ended just the way it started abrupt and nasty just like everything else in Frank's life. And since Nathan broke things up between them, Frank went into rampage mode. He kicked Cathy into the wind and started hanging out with Susie, Joey and Julie. And one thing led to another, people ended up dead and the four of them discovered how good they worked together and how addicting the thrill of a kill was and boom they'd became slaves of the Entity for all eternity.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realise that Roux had shaken herself out of her stupor. She tackled him with all her might, left shoulder first, aiming for his solar plexus. But despite being so absent he was quick to catch her. Roux groaned. But it didn't sound like an annoyed or frustrated groan more like an invitation for more. "My dear, do I sense something dark underneath that pretty little façade of yours? Do you like being touched by my knife? I bet it gets your little panties wet, that you're being manhandled... Does this turn you on, hm, sweetheart? " He boldly asked. He never was a shy one. Not even at the tender age of 16 when he realised that he was interested in both boys and girls. Whatever piqued his interest. Once he got to know somebody properly, he was quick to being bold, cocky but funny as hell. But in general, his demeanour was an arrogant one. He knew his strength; he knew his looks and he knew that the world was giving zero fucks about his life and so he started doing the same. Only people who stuck around for long enough knew that he was a real softy deep down. But he wore his arrogance and competitiveness like a proud mantle of proof that he didn't need anyone. Strength through pain. That was his motto. And he religiously followed it.

"Now, now little kitten… no need to be a scaredy cat and run. Why don't you spend some quality time with silly old Frank? I can be a lot of fun, I promise."

He saw her eyebrows knit in confusion as she took in his words. "B-but Frank is dead. You monster killed him, like that old man!" she accused him. That provoked a soft chuckle from him "Silly girl. I. AM. FRANK. And to be honest… I've been called a lot of names and monster is like a loving pet name. Call me Satan, call me God. I don't give a damn. In fact, I've managed to convince some to call me God. If you know what I mean…" he trailed off, basking in the disbelieve that settled on her face. She pushed his shoulders but it was futile. "You fucking liar! I don't believe you. The Frank I met was a bright and friendly person. Maybe a bit sceptic but who wouldn't be, in a place like this. And he sure as hell wasn't some sadistic asshole." That somewhat caught him off guard. He hadn't been described like that in ages. It felt good but also very foreign. He pulled the mask off his face. He was gonna show her what the word sadistic really meant.

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He lifted his mask and once again, those blue greyish orbs scanned her face. A look so intense that she didn't know where to look. Roux decided that his boots were the safest spot. But then he lifted her chin with his knife, nicking the soft skin at her throat. A breathless gasp of pain slipped past her lips and his eyes became narrow and dark. They were trapped in this moment, like time itself has ceased to exist. Frank tilted his head slowly down to her lips. Getting closer and closer, so that Roux could make out what he smelled like. A mix between iron and leather and the biting chill of a snowy day. And for a moment she really expected him to kiss her. Their lips were almost touching but suddenly Frank gently twisted his head, so his mouth was right beside her ear and whispered "Let me show you what and I quote 'some sadistic asshole' can do to a pretty girl like you." With those words he turned her around, twisted her arm behind her back and pushed her against the closed locker. "Now be a good girl… and run!"

The second she felt that his warm body wasn't pressing into hers anymore, she started to bolt. Her head a scrambled mess from the intensity of his gaze and the feeling of his bulky body dwarfing her own. And for a split second she thought she missed that warmth. Shaking her head, she kept running. With her heart still beating very loudly it was hard for her to concentrate on where she was going. She realised too late that she was upstairs and that she ran straight into a dead end and the thundering of her heart told her, that Frank was closing in on her. The only opportunity to get a nook for hiding, was the patient room to her right. Desperately trying to keep the panic at bay she took some deep breaths to at least calm herself a bit. The dwindling hope of Frank not seeing her in this room was the only thing keeping her sane. She really dreaded what he would do to her once he found her.

When the first bed was flipped over and flung across the room, Roux knew that her gamble was a lost cause and that she would meet her end in a mouldy, run down room, in a weird ass reality, where she wasn't sure that there would be any escape from. Tucking her head between her knees she still hoped for the impossible.

But the harsh pull of her hair and her head being angled backwards told her, her time was finally over. "Silly little girl. Didn't run, just hid from me. Do you know what happens to silly little girls who don't listen?" Frank asked with a drawl in his voice. Roux only shook her head and waited with baited breath what was next to come.

"Well… silly girls get punished. But..." he paused, letting the silence wash over them "if you listen well and do as I say, you'll get a reward. Do you understand?" he quietly asked. Still too stunned to process everything correctly, she remained quiet. In her peripheral vision she saw Frank cocking his head to the side, his mouth twitching dangerously. The next thing she felt was his knife, slowly cutting through her tank top. Through gritted teeth he repeated his question accenting every word with a flick of his wrist. "I. Said. Do. You. Understand?!" and by the last word, her top slipped open, revealing her lace covered breasts. She nodded heavily. That earned her a tutting from Frank. "No pretty girl. Use your words." and with that he pulled her to a stand, his hand still firmly tangled in her hair. She exclaimed in pain and grabbed his wrist hoping to ease some of the pain. Shoving her against the wall, she cried out "YES! Yes, I understand. I'll be a good girl and do as you say!" seemingly satisfied with her answer, he let her hair go and Roux could finally drop her arms, what caused her tethered top to fall to the ground. She slowly turned around and looked at him. A storm was brewing in his eyes as he said to her "Now, I want you to drop those sporty pants of yours." with a dark and raspy voice. The dynamic that developed between the two of them wasn't exactly new for Roux, she had seen movies, read some books handling this topic and if she was being honest with herself, she'd always fantasized about finding somebody whom she could explore this kind of BDSM practice with. She should be weirded out, more so, freaked out by the whole situation. But doing this with a total stranger, a murderer even, in a weird ass realm, didn't seem so bad because she saw the thrill and excitement in it and she was getting wetter by the minute. She absolutely didn't care how she got here in the first place. Not when she was having someone as powerful and demanding as Frank dominating her so exquisitely. It ticked off all her kinks and fetishes and she knew what to do. So, she stepped out of her black spandex pants and dropped to her knees, looking at his feet again, awaiting his orders.

She heard him inhale sharply, almost like a hiss. He made some tutting noise and she saw his feet shuffle around and stepping back into her field of vision. "Oh sweetheart, black lace on both bra and panties… One could think you're the one seducing me." His voice was dripping with anticipation. As if he couldn't wait to peel those last offending items off her body.

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"Stay put. There is only one more thing to do. And then... We finally can play like grown-ups." he fished a matted coin out of his pocket and whispered into his fist what he needed, then he burned the coin.

Roughly half a minute later a rumbling sound was to be heard and Frank knew the Entity had accepted his oblation. He whispered a quiet thank you and rummaged through the large chest. A soft blanket, some candles, a few ropes, a blindfold and assorted whips were inside. He was quite indecisive when it came to blindfolding people, especially subs he had under his tutelage. For the time being he decided against it, rather curious to test her self-control and to see the fear and lust in her eyes. She still sat obediently at the feet of the bed awaiting his commands.

After placing the candles around the room and beside the bed, he laid down the blanket and tied her a noose around the neck. "Be a dear and lay down on the bed for me, will ya?" he saw the tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips. He expected her to make a snide comment about the shabby state the room was in or how in the world the blanket was so freaking pink. But surprisingly she remained quiet and climbed on the bed, resuming her kneeling position from a moment ago.

"My dear... It seems you are a bit dense right now. I said lay down. Not kneel. Now I have to punish you." he tutted and pulled the noose slightly tighter around her neck. No real pressure was applied but it wasn't loose either.

Roux's lips parted slightly in a breathless gasp. Apprehension was floating around like the proverbial elephant in the room.

She nodded obediently and lay on her back, her hands digging into the plush material of the bright pink blanket. "This feels so nice. How the hell did you get your hands on such a lush thing?" she wondered aloud. His eyebrow quirked up as he reminded her "My dear, that was your third strike... And that means the sadistic asshole is going to show you what pain means. " As he pulled the noose tighter again. This time he saw her actively swallowing against the knot. Her breath was still flowing but much more laboured than before. Deftly he tied her hands and feet to the bed poles.

He tugged at his knots to test their strength and once he was satisfied, he took off his leather jacket and mask, carefully folding it and laid the mask on top the neat pile. The shoes came off second and once he was barefoot, he swung his leg over her hips and straddled her.

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As soon as his crotch met the apex of her thighs, Roux was done for. The heat seeping through his jeans was more than she could bare as she arched her back off the bed. He just sat there meeting her disbelief with satisfied smugness. "Poor girl, has it been that long since a real man touched you?" he asked, not hiding the lust filled gleam in his eyes. "Yes, sir. Please touch me." His voice was dripping with anticipation "Oh I will... Don't worry." he said while he let his knife wander between the valley of her breasts, ever so gently scraping the skin along his way. He took in her dishevelled state. Her hair wild and unruly like the crown of a fallen angel. Frank was sure she didn't even know how enrapturing she looked right now. He bent down to nip at her neck and delightedly discovered that this was one of her ticklish spots. 'I can't wait to see what other spots make you sing like that.' he whispered as he finally cut her bra open and her gorgeous breasts spilled out. Sitting back on his hunches, he admired her body for a moment.

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She felt him shift his weight, seeing how glossy his eyes were as he stared at her bare upper body. Next, her panty was ripped off and she was completely naked and at his mercy. Her strained breathing was making her lightheaded and electrified her at the same time. While she tried to keep her wits, he did the next thing that made her loose a bit more of her sanity.

He took off his jeans, placed it on the pile in the corner and rose to his full height, broad shoulders outlined by the flickering candles and after Roux caught a glimpse of the well-toned thick thighs, disappearing under stretchy material she thought 'fuck me, this man may be a knife wielding lunatic but fuck he has a body I'd love to ravage.' She heard a low chuckle and icy showers ran down her spine. She had spoken her thought out loud. With firm steps, that resembled the prowling of a wild animal circling its prey, he came closer to the bed again but made a detour to get a riding whip. Once more within an arm length to her, he slowly let the whip caress her body.

#dead by daylight #frank morrison x reader #frank morrison x you #fanfiction #the legion #the legion x reader #dead by daylight legion #bdsmkink #knife play #breathplay #no minors #frank morrison

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magicalgirlartist · 3 months

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[ID: 5 photos of a paper doll in different outfits. She is a young woman with medium brown skin, long pink hair in half-pigtails, and big green eyes, smiling and holding one hand delicately towards her face. Her outfits are, in order: light pink bra, underwear, and no-show socks; red lolita jsk over light pink long sleeved shirt, white tights, green boots; pink suspender shorts over a mint green t shirt, white and green wrist cuffs, white knee socks with pink lace detail on the sides, pink and white sneakers; the same lolita jsk outfit but with red Mary Jane shoes and pink ankle socks; calf length dusty pink dress with green boots and white gloves with strawberry detail. End ID.]

Paper doll prototype 2!! Featuring the return of one of my fruity little elf designs.

For this one I thought about how this would work on magnet paper if it just stuck on like that instead of using the tabs. I made a lot of fiddly little accessories that lost all detail and were basically meaningless when put on the actual doll. Some things like earrings and hair accessories might just have to be drawn straight onto the base instead of being customizable, which is a shame.

I'm not married to the magnet paper yet, and will go back to the paper tabs on the next prototype. Still trying to figure out the long hair problem. I don't want to make wigs. Maybe if I cut between her hair and shoulders and don't make it waist length lol.

Some of the colours need to be fixed, too. The dress is supposed to be patterned with strawberries, but they blend together. It's easier to see in the digital file than the finished print. I'm not sure if it's because I saved it as a png instead of a jpeg like I usually do with printable files. Might also be my printer acting up as it has been. This is what prototypes are for, though!

The thicker outlines helped a lot, though I'd still love to use a Cricut or something instead. There are some logistical issues there, though. The only one I have access to is at the local public library, and only on certain days. Plus, the workable size on cricut print then cut pages is much smaller than if I just cut them out myself. Less of a concern with sticker sheets or cardstock, but a major waste of expensive magnet paper if that's what I choose to use. I might try bringing one in for a future prototype, but for now will stick to cutting everything out by hand as usual.

My goal is to have sellable dolls by the time I start attending cons again (hopefully March, possibly not until April).

#paper dolls #art

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rotten-games · 1 year

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Will we be able to customize what the MCs’ wolf forms look like? If so, what sort of options will there be? And will we have any sort of non-human extra bits customization for their human form? Since Arthur and Mordred both have pointy ears, Mordred has sharp teeth, and Allard has Funky eyes in their human forms.

You will be able to customise your wolf, though for normal human form customisation I can't yet say - maybe, though that's a lot of variables to keep track of.

For the wolf, you'll probably get the usual: size, fur colour/texture/length, maybe even scars and extras like whether you have floppy ears lol. Haven't completely ironed out that bit but I have a general idea (and hopefully I will make it easier than the root character customisation. If I can get drop down menus to work.)

#coi game

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summerwritesfics · 1 year

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💥And I Know You Won’t Remember Memories In Ember, Chapter 1 - I Always Feel Like Somebody’s Watching Me

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 4228 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Canon Divergence (Takes place instead of the MKX comics Kamidogu saga to be exact), Gaslighting, Whump, Torture, Canon-Typical Violence, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Abduction, Hostage Situations, Hurt/Comfort, NSFK (Not Safe For Kuai), Like really not safe for Kuai, He will be suffering.

And I Know You Won’t Remember Memories In Ember Masterlist

Notes: Hng, finally managed to get out one of the requests from my winter giveaway. Holy shit lol. This one is for @thetrueweaveroffate who requested a first chapter to a WIP I’ve previously posted on my personal tumblr. The WIP’s were originally posted under the working title of “Hanzo’s Dad”, so if you’re impatient for the next chapter feel free to dig through my WIP tag and see if you can figure it out lol. I will note however I pretty much intend to completely rewrite everything already posted so ^^;; I’m also trying out new techniques for editing with this one so hopefully it’ll be a little easier on me lol, and there won’t be as many typos :) Title is from “New Cydonia” by Starcadian (Altho I will admit I am VTuber trash and was actually listening to Vox Akuma’s cover when I chose the title lol) and the title of this chapter is from “Somebody’s Watching Me” by Rockwell.

Kuai Liang could not escape the intense feeling of unease that seemed to be following him everywhere he went.

It had started subtly enough that he believed the feeling to be completely irrational. Even while on the run from The Lin Kuei, he shouldn’t have been feeling like something or someone was constantly following him. Because The Lin Kuei wouldn’t bother quietly stalking him, they’d lock onto his location and immediately begin their assault.

So, initially he had no clue why he felt something was so wrong. He couldn’t see anyone at first, not even out of the corner of his eye. Until he walked into a town one day and spotted a man in a black suit. Anywhere else in the world, he wouldn’t have batted an eyelid at that. But in the middle of a rural Chinese town, where people generally wore more casual or traditional clothing?

The man stood out like a sore thumb.

And after that, he kept seeing more.

In every village, town and city, there was at least one person in a suit. Out in the wilderness, he would spot someone standing off in the distance. He even started to recognise some of them too. One was a long haired blonde white man who almost looked like he’d be at home in one of Johnny Cage’s movies. Another was an Asian man with a very notable birthmark on his neck. There were so many of them, of all different races but they all had at least one unique feature that he picked up on. A lip ring, a tattoo, an unusual hair colour, freckles.

It was getting to the point that he was starting to tally how many times he saw each of them.

And the fact the numbers were starting to get into double figures was concerning.

They never did anything to him, never actually approached him, but it was so obvious that he was the one they were watching. Even behind the dark sunglasses they all wore, Kuai could feel their gaze on him, watching his every move. He didn’t know what they wanted, if they were friend or foe, but either way, it was beginning to weigh on his mind, making him increasingly paranoid.

As he entered the threshold of the latest village, he kept his head low, even as a couple of the locals gave him distrusting looks. Still he made his way down the street, trying to get through as quickly as he possibly could. He hadn’t been able to take a rest in a few days however, so he decided he’d need to stop somewhere. In the distance he could see a sign that read “Inn”. Maybe I should stop for the night? Get an actual good night's sleep for once.

As he passed by an alley, from the corner of his eye, he saw the familiar black suit.

He paused in his tracks, head snapping over to look directly at the man. It was the Blonde man, standing and staring at Kuai with his hands hidden behind his back. Even with the man’s eyes hidden by large sunglasses, Kuai was sure they were making eye contact. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, feeling bile rise in the back of his throat.

He couldn’t keep going on like this, feeling like he was constantly under surveillance.

He turned himself to fully face the man, staring him down as best he could. He could have sworn the asshole actually smirked at that. He clenched his fist, just barely stopping himself from encasing it in ice. This is it, he thought as he began to storm towards the man. He’d either get answers or at the very least confirmation on if he was really being followed.

To his surprise, the man didn’t react much to his approach. He didn’t begin to run, or otherwise attempt to avoid the incoming confrontation. If anything, he just looked incredibly amused. When Kuai actually got close enough to be standing directly in front of the man, he realised he had no idea what to do. If the guy had run, he could have pursued, he hadn’t anticipated the man not reacting at all.

“Can I help you?” The man asked him smoothly, although the tone slightly condescending, like he was addressing a child rather than a grown man in his 30’s.

“Why are you following me?” He growled, desperate to seem dangerous, but it didn’t seem to be working.

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You and your little entourage of suited pricks.” Without really thinking he reached a hand forward, grasping the black fabric of the man's clothes in his fist. “Why are you following me?”

The man smiled slightly, “a coincidence, I’m sure.”

Kuai grit his teeth, his grip getting ever so tighter.

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he bit out, pulling on the man slightly but finding he barely moved for it. “You and the others have been there at every turn. Every path, every village, you have been there, watching me. I demand to know why!”

Kuai was suddenly aware he was standing on his tiptoes, desperately trying to get in the man's face despite their height difference. It must have looked ridiculous to anyone who happened to be watching him. The man smirked down at him, looking like he was seconds away from just laughing in Kuai’s face.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The man tilted his head, and switched the tone of his voice to faux concern. “Are you okay? You appear to be experiencing an increased level of paranoia currently.”

Kuai laughed. A loud bitter angry laugh right in the man's face.

“Maybe you should take a rest, hm?” The man continued to suggest, as Kuai’s laugh quietened. “I hear the inn in this town is lovely.”

Kuai swallowed, there was something unnerving about that. Like this man was extremely invested in Kuai going to the inn.

What do these people want?

He wasn’t going to get answers, at least not like this. He knew well enough by now to pick his battles wisely, and this was one he had no hope to win. Releasing his grip on the man, he took a step back.

“I will be fine, thank you very much,” he huffed. Now this man had mentioned it, there was no way he was entering that inn. Something was going to happen to him if he went in there, he could just feel it.

As he turned away, he heard the man call out to him, “I really think you should reconsider, Sub Zero.”

Kuai paused in his tracks. Slowly looking over his shoulder, he saw the man wearing a smug look. Kuai had not used the name Sub Zero around this man. Hell he had barely talked to anyone during this entire journey, let alone tell anyone either his real name or codename.

They stared at each other for a long moment, Kuai feeling a twisting in his gut. That was it, the confirmation that these men really were following him. Yet it felt so strange. What did the man get out of revealing it in this way? Other than to mess with him?

So… Did he just say it by accident?

“I never mentioned my name,” Kuai said lowly, hoping maybe to see a look of surprise, like the man hadn’t intended to say that. But no, he just continued to smile at him. He’d definitely done it on purpose.

What exactly could he hope to accomplish by doing that?

“Maybe you didn’t,” the man replied, reaching up to his glasses to pull them down slightly, now squarely meeting Kuai’s gaze. “Maybe I just overheard a conversation, or maybe I’ve been sent by The Lin Kuei to find you, or… Maybe the Shirai Ryu? You have many enemies, right, Sub Zero? I could be anyone.”

“You aren’t with The Lin Kuei,” Kuai spat, fully turning on the spot and concentrating on the words rather than the implications that this man knew far more about his life than Kuai would care anyone to know. “Or the Shirai Ryu. Even if they were still around, if you were with them, you’d have tried to kill me before now.”

“Ah, I suppose that is true,” the man hummed thoughtfully, pushing his glasses back into place. “Then, maybe I truly am just a passerby, hm?”

Kuai didn’t know what to say to that. He was far too freaked out by this conversation and the almost-but-not-quite confirmation he was indeed being followed. Unsure if he could cope with this much longer, his only option was to just walk away, lest he let it eat away his sanity.

He turned his back on the man and began to storm off, hoping to get away as quickly as possible.

Behind him, he heard the man chuckle and shout to him, “you should really consider what I said about resting.”

Like fuck am I going anywhere near that inn.

Yet at the same time, he absolutely needed to rest. He’d been on the go almost constantly and even if his current fears were valid, it absolutely wasn’t helping how tired he was. He reached into his pack, taking a quick look at the handmade map he’d scribbled on a scrap of paper so he’d have some vague idea of where to go. He was sure he’d marked another inn somewhere in the vicinity of this village. There was one, it’d take another hour or so for him to trek to it, but it seemed like the safer bet at this point.

He shoved the map back into his pocket, heading off in the right direction. He didn’t bother to look back at the man, because he knew if he did it would reveal just how affected by this he was.

The sooner he got to the Inn the better.

As he had anticipated, it had taken him around an hour to get to the inn on the outskirts of the town.

And so far everything looked normal. He hadn’t seen any more of the suited men, or anything else really off. The nagging at the back of his mind told him to keep alert. If he really had thrown off their plans by going to a different inn, their stalking would only get more aggressive than it already was.

He paused outside for a minute, leaning against the building and glancing around. There was still no one else around.

So why did something still feel wrong?

He clenched his fist, grinding his teeth as he continued to survey his surroundings. He wasn’t even sure what he was looking for. Just anything odd, anything that didn’t belong or stood out as strange. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Somehow, that didn’t do anything to quell his fears.

Had he made a mistake coming here? Maybe he should completely forgo the inn and continue on?

He ran his tongue along his teeth, his mouth was so dry that if he didn’t at least stop to get a drink he’d run the risk of dehydration. He sighed, and lent back against the wall. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his map. A glance told him the next closest inn was over two hours away, and he knew for a fact he did not have the energy levels to reach it.

He looked up at the inn, the sign so weathered he couldn’t make out the actual name. Just a drink of water won’t hurt, will it? He went towards the door, gently pushing it open, and peering inside. The place was mostly empty, with just a handful of people sitting around one table, and someone behind the counter. No one was wearing a suit, and none of the people looked like the men he’d seen previously.

Just a quick drink, in and out. That’ll be fine.

He steadied his resolve and stepped inside. The men at the table stopped talking to stare at him for a second, before deciding he wasn’t that interesting and returning to their conversation. He swallowed, adjusting his armour. Just because they didn’t care about his presence right now, didn’t mean they wouldn’t find something to take exception to later.

He made his way towards the counter, the lady behind it looking up as he did. She smiled brightly but it wasn’t a natural one, it looked extremely forced, but Kuai supposed he couldn’t blame her for that. If he had to stand behind a counter serving people drinks all day, he’d probably have to fake a smile too.

“Hello,” she greeted, putting down a glass and focusing a little too intently on Kuai instead. “What can I get you?”

“Just a glass of water, please,” he muttered, reaching into his pocket to find the little money he had left.

“Are you sure?” She asked, tilting her head. “You look like you could do with a meal of some kind too.”

“No, just the water please.” He could stand another couple of days without food, water was far more important.

The woman hummed, sounding strangely disappointed by this. Kuai told himself she was just disappointed she wouldn’t be getting more money out of him. Still she picked up a clean glass and turned her back to him. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he could hear the rush of liquid filling the glass. Seconds later, she was back to facing him, putting the water on the counter.

Kuai placed down a couple of coins to pay for the drink. The woman accepted them, pushing the water towards Kuai.

“Thank you.”

Kuai took the glass in his hand, just observing the water. It was perfectly still, clear, and looked like a normal glass of water.

So why was that creeping feeling of unease catching up to him again?

He gave the inn another glance, even in the low light, no one was paying him any attention. In fact it almost felt like everyone was making a point to not look at him. If anything, that just made the feeling even worse.

“Is everything okay?” The woman asked, making Kuai turn to face her again. She still had that fake smile on her face, and the more Kuai looked at it, the more anxious he felt. “You seem a little worried by something.”

“Yes,” Kuai muttered, finally picking up his glass of water and bowing slightly to her. “Yes, I am fine.”

He didn’t give her chance to ask again, as he took his glass and walked off. Making his way through the room, he went to a small table in the far corner. As he sat down, he made sure he was directly in the corner. No one could come up behind him that way. He could also see the entire inn, so if one of the suited men walked in, he’d see it immediately and have a better chance to make an escape.

He didn’t even drink for a while, just sat in silence, watching the group at the other table. They were too absorbed in whatever they were talking about to take any note of Kuai.

But his eyes slowly drifted over towards the woman behind the counter. She was trying so hard to make it look like she wasn’t looking at him. He gave her credit for effort but even from afar he could see that while her head was down towards a glass, her eyes were in his direction.

Maybe she was keeping an eye on him for a reason. Or maybe he was just a strange man who’d walked in, asked only for a glass of water and that had made her suspicious of him. In the mists of his own distrust, he never stopped to think about how his behaviour might come across to other people.

Well, I might as well use this opportunity to figure out where I’m actually going.

He took a quick sip of his water, before pulling out his map again. At that moment, he didn’t have a final destination, as such. His only real aim was to get out of China. It felt bitter to think such a thing, he loved his country dearly, but with The Lin Kuei looking for him, he didn’t feel safe staying any longer.

Considering where he currently was, his best option was to try and catch a boat to South Korea first. Then, possibly Japan, even if that idea made him anxious. The Shirai Ryu were no more, in theory it should be safe for him to be there. From Japan, he wasn’t sure. Now that he thought about it, Japan didn’t have many places close by that he could get to. He had possibly gone in the completely wrong direction if he wanted to quickly get as far away as possible.

Maybe when I’m in Japan, I can find a way to get a fake ID and take a plane to America? It sounded like his best option. That or maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to contact Special Forces. Johnny Cage was annoying, but many moons ago, during the tournament, he’d offered Kuai a home. Kuai had turned it down at the time, and then he died, so it turned out to be a moot point anyway. Maybe the offer would still stand, or at the very least, Cage would help him find somewhere to lay low.

He took another larger gulp of his water. Yes. A plan was starting to come to him. First, he needed to get to South Korea. There would probably be some merchant boats he could stow away on. He looked at his map, grabbing a pen from another pocket as he circled a dock a few days away that would be the closest place to go from.

He began to work out a new path. He wanted to conserve as much energy as he could, so he tried to avoid too many mountainous or potentially dangerous paths. Between every couple of lines he drank more of the water, using that time to think over the path he was taking, and changing things if he thought it needed too.

Then, for a fleeting second, he felt dizzy.

He closed his eyes, trying to let the feeling pass. It thankfully did, fairly quickly at that. He was possibly more tired than he had initially believed, or a lot more dehydrated. He drank the last of the water to be sure, and considered briefly if he should order more.

He turned his attention back to his map, but when he did, he realised there was something wrong.

The writing on the paper was blurry. His breathing hitched as he looked up. It wasn’t just the paper, the whole room was blurry.

He blinked rapidly, hoping somehow that would clear his vision but it did nothing. The dizzy feeling came back, stronger this time. He closed his eyes, his head was absolutely spinning. He could feel himself slowly swaying on the spot. When he reopened his eyes, the world was warping around him, almost like he was on a boat being rocked by the sea during a storm.

“What?” Kuai whispered to himself, beginning to feel so very hot.

He needed to get out of here.

He braced his hands against the table, trying to push himself up and onto his feet. He stumbled slightly, only stopping himself from falling by tightening his grip on the table.

The entire world felt unstable, like he was about to fall through the ground at any moment. Yet he still tried to push forward, stumbling over himself as he tried to get away from the table. The heat was getting unbearable, he needed to get outside to cool down.

He tried to move across the room, but found himself very quickly losing his balance. One second, he was upright, then he blinked and the next second he was face to face with the wooden floor.

He desperately clawed at the ground, trying to pull himself along. Why had no one come to see if something was wrong? Surely someone had noticed that he needed help by now, right?

The sounds around him seemed to echo, especially the sound of the Inn’s door opening and several pairs of footsteps approaching him. He was still trying to pull himself along when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Seconds later, he found the world flipping around, and he was staring up at the ceiling.

A face came into view, but Kuai could not make out who was looking down at him.

“Well, well, well,” the person said, and Kuai felt his blood run cold. That was the voice of the suited man from earlier. “I did tell you that you should have gone to the Inn in town, now didn’t I?”

“Y-You…” Kuai didn’t have the brainpower to voice his despair.

This had been a trap, and like an absolute fool, he had fallen for it.

The Grandmaster was right, he really was stupid, wasn’t he?

“N-no,” Kuai croaked out with a sob, trying to push himself back onto his stomach. He needed to get away, even if he had to crawl.

“Now, where exactly do you think you’re going to go like this?” The man cruelly chuckled, moving so that he grabbed Kuai under his armpits.

Kuai felt himself being lifted into the air, realising that someone else had taken hold of his feet as well. He weakly slapped his hands against the arms holding his top half back, trying to conjure his ice only for a few flakes of snow to escape his fingertips. His head began to feel light, eyes so heavy he couldn’t keep them open. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be awake for much longer.

He heard more doors open, and seconds later, he was being placed down somewhere. He felt something metal clip around his wrist and neck. Just about managing to reopen his eyes, he saw the suited man staring at him with a predatory grin.

“Agent X is going to be so pleased we finally got you.”

Kuai didn’t have a chance to compute those words, as a door in front of him was slammed shut and his eyes closed one final time, darkness enveloping him as his conscious thoughts slipped away.

“Alpha team,” Agent Y announced into a microphone, “the target has the drug in his system, he will be ready for pick up in around 5 minutes.”

“Roger that,” the voice on the other end replied.

X sighed dramatically, it had taken a lot to set this plan into motion. Kuai Liang was not an easy man to keep track of, let alone predict his actions before he did them. But it was almost over now, and soon he’d be in their grasps. He had to give Agent Z her due, her plan worked flawlessly. The trick to get him into the right inn by using his own paranoia against him was inspired, and he was honestly surprised that Kuai Liang had actually fallen for it. X was certain Kuai Liang was smarter than that, but he supposed lack of sleep could make an idiot out of even certified geniuses.

“We are still in agreement that I will be the one to torture him, correct?” X questioned, watching on the screen as Kuai’s head started to droop slightly. He swayed, pushing to stand up on very unsteady feet.

“Yeah, yeah,” Y replied in an annoyed tone.

“And that once we have the information we need out of Hasashi, I get to keep him, right?” That was the agreement, and X needed it to be kept to. Kuai Liang was an absolutely fascinating subject, and by the time he was done, X would understand every part of him.

“You’re a really weird guy, you know that X?” Y snipped at him, but X just rolled his eyes.

No one else understood his fascination with the man, and no one else shared it. To them, Kuai Liang was just another magic user in a world overrun with them. But there was something that stood out about Kuai Liang, at least to X anyway. He truly was as like a snowflake as his powers suggested, unique from everyone else in the world, even amongst those that shared his particular skill set. X found himself drawn to him, and when X was drawn to something, he needed to know everything about it.

Regardless of what it took to get the information he desired.

“Once we get the reply from Hasashi, he’s all yours,” Y sighed in defeat, clearly not wanting to stoke the flames or get into whatever was going on in X’s head.

Good.

X turned his attention back to the screen, watching as Kuai stumbled around, struggling to stay upright. Soon, his legs gave out under him, ending up on his knees. Seconds later, he was face down on the floor.

As Alpha Team closed in, manhandling the barely-conscious Ex-Lin Kuei into the back of a truck, X smiled to himself, knowing soon he’d be able to start his research.

He’d been waiting for this chance for far too long, and he was going to make the most out of it.

≛❀≛ Next Chapter ⋟

#mortal kombat #kuai liang #sub zero #hanzo hasashi #scorpion #subscorp #💥And I Know You Won’t Remember Memories In Ember

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frostfires-blog · 7 months

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I hope you don’t mind me messaging you but it’s probably easier to share links this way 😅

I’ve been hoping someone would identify the six hearts gang’s flowers from here

https://www.tumblr.com/dont-look-up/704735395766730752/tybw-cour-1-special-ed-six-hearts-gang

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3iptnJEg1kI&ab_channel=アニプレックスチャンネル

Hopefully those links work lol

Thanks!

I don't mind at all🌸 Once again, thank you for the suggestion...I'll get to working on it as soon as I can.

I love this ending so much and listen to it so much that I've memorized the lyrics—but I had no idea there was a longer animated version🥲 So thank you for letting me know. The visuals are so stunning😭

Identifying and researching everything might be a little tricky because everything is in black and white. Since colour not only helps with identifying the flower but also greatly influences its meaning...But I'll definitely try my best.

#frostfire-asks #bleach hanakotoba #bleach #hanakotoba #floriography #flower meanings

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andthebubbles · 1 year

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so uh i’m kinda getting the urge to make a lot of seb gifs; i also still wanna change my ao3 icon/make a seb gif for it (i know exactly what i want) ... i also am getting the urge to write... and i also wanna play cities skylines. perhaps i should do one more day of CS, and tomorrow i’ll probably have more of that nagging feeling of wanting to write? (i also have Actual Work to do, but it’s not urgent, and it’s really boring, so it’s not being done sksjnkfjgnfkg)

so there was one day where i only played CS for a few hours, so i never made a progress report/post on it.

ETA: have some pics!! i took screenshots, i forgot i did:

the SPUI! ^

and from above:

(i should probably change the big roads colour to match the highways... later...)

i also got rid of the flowers on the roundabout... and actually today i can replace the cobblestone one way road with a normal tarmac road:

and i did line markings for this junction, but it’s out of date now/i upgraded it yesterday to 3+2 lanes going up to Hill (and forgot to take a screenshot), so, yeah:

also i had my first fire. not bushfire lol. i don’t mind fires ig but hmm i thought the spread was just a bit too far/unrealistic. however, idk, i’ll leave it for now/not look for a mod

ANYWAY, as for yesterday, well i spent most of the day playing CS haha... even though the anarchy mod broke gkfjngkfjkfdj. anarchy makes your life so much easier... plus i couldn’t do some stuff yet without that mod so i just left it unfinished. anyway i hear it’s working again so hopefully when i start up/get into the game, it all works fine!

okay, pics time:

overview!

i mostly worked on Bottom last night. i gave it a metro station, which i may change to a train station... idk yet. not really clear how i should use metros tbh because we only got metros really recently

Bottom is looking bottom-ey:

the metro station! i went and got some non-vanilla ground metro stations, i’ll see if they’re nice/work and if i like them i’ll swap this one out. also i have a bus terminal for future use/i’ll need it

yeah i still don’t know exactly what i wanna do with the Services 1 district/how big/small to make it:

so i made this lil thing and i thought it was nice!

some terraces at Far Bottom:

i seriously love RICO rn

i made a metro depot/repair yard (yeah i know it doesn’t look right with those tracks, that’s why idk if i’m keeping it as metro (if the tracks i got today with wires overhead work, then yeah maybe) or changing it to trains (after the train traffic jams i got in my previous big city, i wanna stick to metro, or have train lines entirely separate from the intercity/cargo ones)):

more terraces at Bottom (the uglier/more industrial side of it):

and rundown tiny houses (sort of like those old working class cottages before they got all spruced up in the 2000s or something here):

and this is central station... although, again, it might be completely changing depending on whether i pick metro or trains for the main rail transport within the city...

gonna put an intercity bus terminal around here too. and a big tram interchange when i get the trams in!

okay that’s all for now!

#it's so much easier making this post on firefox lol #ramble.txt #cs #cities skylines

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running-in-the-dark · 2 years

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I'm still feeling pretty anxious (absolutely terrified honestly, lol), so I think I'll make a list of pros and cons of (moving into) our new apartment.

pros:

we can get cats (!!!)

we'll have one more room, so we can have a separate office

there's a balcony (!!)

.. which is also great for the cats (I've looked at those cat nets and they seem like a good option to make it safe for them so they can't get out)

there's a garden that we could use if we wanted

the people who own the house also live there. which I've heard often isn't great, but tbh our neighbour has used our landlord as a threat so many times that I think I prefer that.

we can't see or hear the highway there. we live in a pretty quiet village now, but the highway is very close and the noise is constant when the windows are open

our kitchen is above the owners' kitchen. which means we can actually use it at night now!! at the moment I'm terrified every time I open a fucking drawer or anything like that.

I've already told them to please just immediately tell us if they don't like something we do, because I don't mind fixing something, I just don't like constantly having to worry because our neighbour just waits weeks/months to finally bring stuff up and when she does she's so fucking angry about it. like bitch we could have solved this ages ago if you had just (nicely) said something 🙄

we'll get away from our downstairs neighbour. yeah, I'm really extremely happy about that. she's made my life miserable for a year and now I don't have to be nice to her anymore 💖

the bathroom isn't a disgusting beige/green colour and it actually has storage

our old apartment is on the second floor and there's a lot of stairs (and I have problems with my feet and legs so that really sucks sometimes), the new one is on the first floor

there's a dishwasher

our washing machine will be in our apartment instead of in the basement (carrying laundry up and down all those stairs sucks, having to hang it up to dry where the neighbours can see it still feels weird to me, and I'll finally be able to do laundry myself again - here I'm too scared.)

cons

rent is a bit more expensive - but my husband's new job pays a little more so it's basically the same

we haven't signed a lease yet so I'm anxious about that. we do have a firm verbal offer though and my brother was there too so there's a witness lol. I don't know, I just need things in writing to feel safe

we might have to keep paying rent for our current apartment for three months. we haven't talked to our landlord yet - I want to wait until my husband gives the new landlord some paperwork (hopefully) tomorrow - maybe if we can find someone else who will move in earlier than that we might get out of the 3 months notice period. though I've read that landlords don't have to accept that. I don't see why she wouldn't agree to that, but I also thought she'd let us get cats, so what do I know lol

it's in a different state, which means my student bus ticket doesn't work there. though my husband will still take the bus to work, so I'll have the car and it shouldn't be a problem

it's another village that is very small and where I don't know anyone. though that doesn't really bother me that much. and I think we might get along with our new landlords, the guy is a bit strange and very talkative (and I think kind of racist... idk some things he said were weird) but the wife seems really sweet

I don't like change. I mean. I do. but it fucking terrifies me. I've only just gotten used to our apartment after a year of living here, so it sucks to have to start over. but I think in the long run it'll probably be better. it can't really be much worse.

we'll have to move all our stuff and I hate that so much. it was so much work last time. but maybe it'll be a bit easier now - before, most of my things were stored in my brother's attic, so it was much harder to figure out what we have, what we need etc. and we also had to buy a lot of furniture. that'll be easier this time

it's another attic apartment, which I really don't like. I hate sloped ceilings and especially the heat in summer. but the ceilings aren't too bad, and we did alright this summer so I think it should be okay. I think having a balcony should also make the heat a bit more tolerable

hm. I think that's pretty good overall. I'm still really stressed out about this whole thing but I just have to get through the next month. I just have to get through it. I don't have to do everything perfectly, I just need to survive. then it'll get easier again. it'll take a while, I'll feel that gross sense of 'I don't know what I'm doing here, I don't belong here, why am I here' for a while (I don't know if that's normal but that's how I feel whenever I'm staying in a place I haven't been in before. it feels very bad and terrifying.) but it'll pass. maybe it'll be better then.

I really haven't been happy here at all. I've been trying, I've done everything I could to make it better - we had just started rearranging everything and I was actually kind of pleased with how that was going. but overall I don't like it here. so yeah, I think I'm feeling cautiously optimistic (and very very scared)

#idk I have an appointment with my GP this week and I might tell her that I'm feeling very stressed #don't know if that'd help but I can try. I don't think she'd give me any more meds but maybe she would. that's not a long term solution but #like I said... I just need to get through this #and I'm not sure I can handle all of this right now... the panic is getting stronger again so idk #I've got my appointment with the psychiatrist in a month but that's not helpful right now 😣#personal #anxiety stuff

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