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lovemomhatepolice · 25 days

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carlos sainz nswf alphabet (part 2) (minors DNI!)

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Yes, I know I mentioned that Carlos likes blind sex, but definitely something he wouldn't want to do is BDSM. This Spaniard is too loving to hurt anyone, especially you. Even if it were to be a “desired harm,” there is no chance. Besides, I don't think Carlos would be comfortable with taking away any of your senses or ability to move. Well, no, it repels him completely.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Well, and here you have to admit that Carlos is a total fan of receiving rather than giving. It's not that he doesn't like oral sex when you receive it, but I beg to differ. Whenever he sees you go on your knees or touch him with your neatly done nails, his legs give out. He loves it when you tease him with your tongue or try to fit him all in your mouth. Holy mother. Carlos could be perpetually overstimulated, and he still wouldn't mind, knowing full well that it's all thanks to and because of you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Rough and sensual? That's probably how Carlos can be described. Despite his great efforts, he can't be gentle enough by his size, so he doesn't even try anymore. Of course he does his best not to hurt you, but it's how tight around him you are, god. One of the best feelings in his life, if not the best. And definitely sensual. When it comes down to it, your bedroom is boiling hot. And this is not at all caused by the temperature outside.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Meh, not a big fan of them. Carlos likes to take his time. He likes to go through step by step without skipping any. First your pleasure, then his, then your pleasure together. He has to prepare everything carefully, so that the rapprochement itself gives the most satisfaction and well-being. That's why he's not a big fan of quick rounds, but let's not hide, it's happened to you once or twice.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Ay you happened to have sex in a place that is not very private. Maybe also without exaggeration, because as I mentioned before, Carlos is not a fan of quickies. But once sex in a quickie in the garage of a Ferrari, another time in a room next to other drivers. You take more risks when you make love unprotected, but well, you've never yet had a situation where you had to buy a pregnancy test. After all, Carlos is already of such an age that he would not be at all disappointed if you got pregnant.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Carlos can easily go a few rounds. As I mentioned before, you are able to make love all night, so I am just presenting you with the reason. Both of you have taken such techniques and have such organisms that short sex is not for you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He is not and never has been a big fan of them. He's not an opponent, of course not, but he himself doesn't know how he could use them at all. Carlos is a bit of a traditional man - he has coped all his life with his hand. As for you - if you've had any or have any in the course of a relationship, I promise they won't come in handy. Well, unless there is no Carlos. Then maybe yes, but they still won't make up for it, just like he did.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Fucking teaser! I swear, Carlos is still teasing you. It doesn't matter if you're alone in your house or in the middle of the paddock with paparazzi and fans. It doesn't matter to him in the least. Whispering dirty things in your ear? Anytime. Grabbing your buttocks and squeezing you that all you can do is moan into his mouth? Whenever he gets the chance. Deviant messages, directing your hands to his bulge in his pants. Likewise, how do you fuck. How many times did he interrupt before your desired orgasm…. Carlos Sainz is a fucking tease.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He is not loud. He likes to make his presence known in the form of louder moans, but this happens from time to time. He prefers to hear you moaning or breathing loudly. This is honey to his ears. Rather, during intercourse he prefers to pay you compliments and tell you how good you make him feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) In the past, he has thought several times about having sex with two women. But now? No, definitely not. He likes to have you 100% to himself, so he can't imagine touching another woman at all, or having a man touch you. All in all, you have the same thing.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Oh, he is massive. I don't know if it's the Spanish genes or if it just applies only to Carlos, but I swear the guy has a lot to be proud of. And compared to how tight you are around him. Oh jeez. The feelings are so heightened, you've never felt like this before. Like Carlos, he loves the way you wrap yourself around him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Depends. Carlos is hardly the type of man who constantly walks around unexcited. He has his moments where he wants you more and he also has moments where he doesn't need sex at all. However, I think you also drive it when you show up next to him and are ready for a little something yourself.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) I think Carlos has sleep problems. More and more lately, caused by the stress of work and the change of team next year. That's why he doesn't fall asleep quickly after your sex. He likes to talk to you after intercourse and most often you are the one who falls asleep later to make sure Carlos goes to sleep in peace, without unnecessary nightmares.

A/N: part one, if anyone missed it :) i will be very pleased if you leave something behind - orders are open, and I am very close to 200 followers! maybe I can get in by the end of the week?

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bunnyqueengrace · 9 months

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Vent post below the cut.

The past week and a half has been fucked. I am so tempted to just call the fuck out of work tomorrow. I am just so damn tired.

The customers are constantly trashing the store and letting their kids run wild. They're screaming at us, the staff, over the stupidest fucking things. No, Karen, you cannot get full price back for this item you bought four years ago and are now returning, that's not how it fucking works, and you know it, no amount of tantrums will change this. They then bitch us out on social media for their own bad behavior.

(Not to mention all the abandoned cars that get strewn about the store that we then have to clean up)

Making things even more frustrating is that corporate literally will not let us schedule enough people to Actually Run The Store. We literally get two or three cashiers for most of the day, and two or three floor staff to cover The Entire Store, and one of the floor staff HAS TO BE covering the fitting room or we can't have the fitting room open. BUT. We have been getting massive, rush-hour type lines at times that were not considered rush hour pre-pandemic, and the two or three cashiers are not enough. The majority of the time, someone from the floor staff have to get on register to help get the line steady at the very least, cleared out at best. And when that happens, that's one or two less people covering the floor and cleaning up after the gods-damned customers who keep trashing the place and letting their kids be holy terrors. Which, in turn, means the store is almost never clean. We have enough people on payroll, we could easily have enough people scheduled to cover the registers and keep the store tidy, not this everyone-has-to-be-doing-three-jobs-at-once bullshit. But gods forbid the corporate fuckos give us the hours, since that would require them spending money on their workforce and they haven't made their fifteen unused yachts a month quota.

(There's always enough people scheduled for out back, but they're usually all done and out the door by noon, and half of them aren't cashier-trained.)

Not to mention we keep losing people about as fast as we hire them. One would think after all the shenanigans the pandemic put us all through, corporate would at least TRY to offer (and Actually Give) better benefits like more paid sick leave, etc. But no. Apparently we're all supposed to just accept the old bullshit treatment of the past, even though we know better can be done. I don't blame the youngsters who leave after a week, whether I like them or not, they know what they're worth and I hope they're all doing well. But the constant turnover because corporate can't treat us with basic respect and decency is Not Good For Anyone.

And that's just the work side of things.

Two of my family members have had major surgeries. They're both okay, but one is elderly, and as tough as she is, this was an extremely stressful time and we have no idea how well she's going to handle her physical therapy.

A few other family members don't seem to be talking right now, and the rest of us are trying so hard to awkwardly navigate around them. I'd honestly rather one of them just outright say they don't want the others in their life anymore, at least that way I could have some idea of how to proceed.

And on top of all that, I've been having flashbacks to high school when my mother was at her worst with everything from privacy to grades and plenty beyond.

I am just so fucking tired. I don't want to die, but I just want everything to fucking stop.

#vent post #i dont know if any of this needs a trigger warning but do what you need to take care of yourself if any of this affects you

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chaoticrobotics · 2 years

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Wait a second, DJMM, you're blind? Did something happen? I don't see why a robot wouldn't be given the ability to see, unless there were budget cuts, or they figured the bright lights from the dance floor would damage your eyes anyways. (If this question was already asked, you can go ahead and skip it)

DJMM: Technically I am only partially blind my friend, but yes, still blind! Haha

And it was more of a publicity stunt than anything else from what I'm told. In recent years Fazbear Entertainment has been trying to diversify the animatronics they put out.

From what I remember, Foxy had a peg leg and was missing an eye to give more representation to people, especially kids, with those kinds of disabilities. It was a shame when he was decommissioned, so many fans were upset to not see that kind of rep anymore.

Chica also says she is fatter than the average animatronic to show you can still be overweight and healthy at the same time.

And apparently Roxy has a flatter chest than most female animatronics were given in the past to show teens and young adults you can still be beautiful if you identify as or lean towards being a female while having a flatter body type. I am not one to care about physical looks, for obvious reasons, but apparently self esteem issues about one's body is very common for some people. I am glad Roxy can help with that.

I don't quite remember if Monty and Freddy give any kind of representation. I do know that before becoming a Glamrock, that Freddy also represented the fat community, but now he is more on the thinner side from what I can feel when picking him up.

Oh enough about them! It was me you were asking about! Yes! Well, like I said earlier, I am only partially blind! I can see outlines of shapes, but no color really. Too much light also hurts my eyes, so having it dark in the arcade with neon lights allows me to see my way around quite easily, though I have memorized the arcade so much by now that I could be completely blind and still navigate it perfectly!

I was told there use to be an old animatronic that also represented the blind community, she was a ballerina apparently, but she was completely blind unlike me. I believe they only made me partially blind because of my size, otherwise I think I would have also been completely blind. Though, I do think it was a smart choice to only go partially blind since I get to educate people on the spectrum of blindness more often! I can't even begin to tell you how many people think being blind means you have no sight at all!

But... If I were to be truthful, I would say representation is not the absolute core reason I am blind. Like you did mention, budget cuts are a thing. I personally believe the company does not want to spend the extra money on specialized cameras for my eyes since the standard, mass-produced animatronic eyes would not fit me at all. *sigh* It's alright though. I have never been able to see properly other than plugging into a VR system, and let me tell you, THAT is a very disorienting experience. Haha!

#questionnaire #djmm #noart #asks #he be rambling!#i love talking about accessibility and representation so much #so that's at least MY main reason for making dj blind #literally so many people don't know blindness is a spectrum

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iamthenightcolormeblack · 3 years

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Impressions of Bride and Prejudice (2004)

I finally watched this movie as it is currently free on YouTube! It's a really interesting "modern-day" adaptation (specifically a Bollywood musical) of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice which takes place in Amritsar, India, London, England and California, USA instead of the English countryside. It stars Aishwarya Rai as Elizabeth Bennet (now Lalita Bakshi) and Martin Henderson as Mr. Darcy (William Darcy).

Names:

Bakshis = Bennets

Jaya Bakshi = Jane Bennet

Lalita Bakshi = Elizabeth Bennet

Maya Bakshi = Mary Bennet

Lakhi Bakshi = Lydia Bennet (Kitty isn't included here)

Kholi Saab = Mr. Collins

Balraj = Bingley

Chandra Lamba = Charlotte Lucas

Kiran = Caroline Bingley

Darcy's mother (Catherine Darcy) = Lady Catherine de Bourgh

The Casting:

Aishwarya Rai as Lalita Bakshi. She's captivating and beautiful as Lalita, with intelligence and wits to match. The film understands why Elizabeth Bennet is one of literature's greatest heroines: she has a lot of self-respect, speaks her mind, and refuses to compromise on her values. What's most important is that she achieves the balance between the two clashing cultures: she cares about her family and respects Indian traditions yet is also a strong individual who keeps her dignity.

Martin Henderson as William Darcy. I don't like that Darcy is an American in this movie because (in general) Americans are usually less reserved than British people, so it takes away a key part of Darcy's character (his repressed emotions). He's much more sympathetic than book Darcy because he seems to be more open-minded towards Indian culture the more he learns about it (unlike book Darcy, who is stubborn and insists that his "good opinion once lost is lost forever"). In the book, Darcy's pride has several characteristics (belief in the correctness of his opinions, belief in his social superiority, bad treatment of others he thinks is beneath him). I don't like how the film simplified his pride into imperialism/ethnocentrism, which he lets go of pretty quickly. Plus his "rudeness" can easily be perceived as discomfort in a new cultural environment because he hasn't been exposed to Indian culture, whereas in the book it seems to be intentional (and Darcy acknowledges to Elizabeth that he was taught to treat others beyond his own social circle meanly). Overall I had rather too much sympathy for him because he's too easy to read; he's experiencing a lot of culture shocks which he isn't prepared for, and his imperialistic beliefs (which come from his mother) don't help. One of the reasons book Darcy is interesting is because he's mysterious; his emotions remain hidden and the only sign of his growing love for Elizabeth is his staring at her. This Darcy is just a typical white American boy who is in love with a woman far superior to him in terms of intellect and cultural awareness.

Nitin Ganatra as Kohli Saab. Mr. Collins is one of my favorite cringe characters ever and never fails to disappoint. In this movie, he's an accountant who lives in the Beverly Hills area in Southern California and is very arrogant because he thinks he's a big shot living close to celebrities in a one-of-a-kind colonial home (when in actuality he lives in a cookie-cutter house in a suburb). He peppers his speech with Western slang to show off how "American" (and thus wealthy) he is, yet still clings to outmoded beliefs that women should be submissive housewives. He represents the very worst of Western culture in that he's materialistic and looks down on Indian culture as beneath him. In his quest for riches he has lost his Indian identity and become greedy.

Notable Scenes:

The first dance. Balraj is happy to have fun and show off his awesome dancing skills. Darcy, meanwhile, observes that the mothers are eyeing Balraj for the marriage market and is worried that his friend may be trapped by gold-diggers. He's clearly uncomfortable and out of his element here, so Kiran helps translate the songs for him. It's interesting seeing Kiran as a translator here because it would explain why she's one of the few people Darcy hangs out with; she's a cultural intermediary here to help him acclimate to a strange new environment.

Darcy snubs Lalita. This part in the book where Darcy insults Elizabeth by proclaiming her "tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me" is significant in forming Elizabeth's hatred of Darcy. Not only is he impolite in refusing to dance with Elizabeth, he also shames her by criticizing her looks. In the movie, Darcy excuses himself from dancing with Lalita by saying that he's busy preparing for a conference (in this version, he's a rich businessman who operates luxury hotels). I wish they had kept the original insult in because without it, Lalita's dislike of Darcy has less merit. While it was impolite of him to not dance, he did use a proper excuse and didn't insult Lalita, so unlike in the book, it doesn't make sense why she would hate him so intensely after that one meeting.

A Marriage Has Come to Town song. In this song-and-dance number, Lalita and Jaya are preparing for the wedding to Balraj. The whole town is excited for the wedding and Lalita wonders if life for a woman is all about getting married to be a mere wife: "It seems they had nothing in their lives before today / and why are they so happy to give a daughter away."

Darcy and Lalita conversation #1: Lalita points out most Amritsar residents can't afford to stay at Darcy's luxury hotels; Darcy says standards are necessary, justifying the high price. Darcy says he finds arranged marriages strange and "backwards," hinting at an affinity with Lalita as they are both "romantics." Lalita, still thinking that Darcy is attempting to insult Indian culture, says that arranged marriages have evolved and may not be so evil as he thinks it is.

Lalita and Darcy "accomplished woman" scene. So they have the part from the book where they have Darcy's unrealistic list of the characteristics of his perfect woman and then it becomes a culture clash. Lalita says Darcy's whole hotel business is imperialism (the tourists visit without appreciating Indian culture and the jobs created only benefit the well-off). Darcy replies: "But I'm not British" ("American exceptionalism" is just another form of imperialism).

Dinner with Kohli Saab. I love watching all the "Dinner with Mr. Collins" scenes from all Pride and Prejudice adaptations because it reveals Collins' great arrogance in assuming himself to be of greater importance than he is, as well as his bad manners. This movie does not disappoint; Kohli Saab literally eats with his fingers, shoving rice into his mouth while talking at the same time. Meanwhile, he spews out misogynistic views of women, stating that he came to India to find a "traditional" wife who will serve and obey him; after all, there is "no life without wife." He notes that the Indian-American girls have "a conceited sort of independence" (not what he actually said in the movie, this is a quote from the book which really fits here) and that some of the Indian-American girls "have turned into the lesbian." Lalita later recalls that watching Kohli Saab eat is like observing "a Jackson Pollock painting."

"No Life Without Wife" song. An accurate reading of Kholi Saab: he's "crude and loud" and came to find a wife by flashing his "green card, new house, and big cash." The song reveals what a hypocrite he is; he's lonely and pathetic because there is "no life without wife" yet he won't respect his wife as his equal. I love the "Kohliwood" fantasy sequence where Lalita pictures herself unhappily serving Kohli as a submissive wife. After the song ends Lalita imagines herself marrying Wickham in the English countryside before it turns out Darcy is the groom; she runs away from him.

The Cobra dance. Maya shows off her dancing skills in an awkward dance. Kholi criticizes Indians for being "unsophisticated" (what an arrogant person) while Darcy, in a change of heart, praises how highly they value family.

Kholi's proposal. I love how he tries to train himself to power walk because it's trendy and before proposing stretches himself clumsily, knocking over a pot (he definitely isn't husband material). Lalita mocks Kholi's obsession with physical health, pointing out that many people are physically healthy but don't exercise their minds.

Visiting Kiran. Kiran is arrogant and takes the Bakshis over to her fancy apartment where the mother tries and fails to show some cultural knowledge. I find it interesting that the movie made Lalita and Kiran foils of each other. They are both intelligent women who are "multicultural" in that they can navigate both Indian and Western culture, but they use their cultural knowledge in different ways. Kiran uses it to belittle others and demonstrate her own superiority, while Lalita uses it as a means of gaining respect for herself and others.

Darcy ends up on the same airplane flight as Lalita. This is a cute scene where he gives the first class seat to Mrs. Bakshi just so he can sit with Lalita in economy class (he's totally in love with her!).

Kohli Saab's epic house tour. Love how he pays great attention to the jet tubs and the closets.

Meeting Darcy's mom. She's totally ethnocentric and possibly racist. The first thing she asks Lalita is "tell me about India" and she expresses her disappointment at Darcy's decision (because of Lalita, it's so obvious he's in love) not to buy the hotel in India because "everybody has their hand on India these days" (brings to mind spheres of influence/colonialism since the mother sees India as a place to make a profit). Then the mother reveals that she really isn't interested in India and only knows about its stereotypes: "well, with yoga, and spices, and...wonderful Eastern things here there's no point in traveling there anymore." Meanwhile Lalita retorts that "people haven't stopped going to Italy because Pizza Hut's around the corner."

The first proposal. Darcy's conflicted feelings for Lalita are effectively summed up (perhaps better than in the book, where he begins well but ends with a long account of the inferiority of Elizabeth's connections): "he loves her in spite of the fact that he tried to forget about her, he still wants to marry her in spite of the fact that his family (specifically his mom) will disapprove." Unfortunately, the emphasis on the social inferiority of Lalita's family is left out; Darcy doesn't say anything else until Lalita claims that he thinks her family is inferior and blames him for separating Jaya and Balraj. I don't like this because it seems like the separation of Jaya and Balraj was the only reason Elizabeth rejected Darcy. Also Elizabeth's admission that she did try to overlook her prejudice of Darcy doesn't make sense, because only after the first proposal does she do so.

Plot Changes. The major plot points are all included but the "order of events" has changed:

Lalita and Darcy become friends and she meets his family before his disastrous first proposal. There's a montage where they are traveling alone together, visiting the Grand Canyon and sharing a moment on the beach. I don't like this change because Darcy's separating Jane and Bingley wasn't the only reason Elizabeth rejected him, it was because she hated him (arrogant, proud, doesn't treat others nicely). By showing early on that Darcy is a good person, Lalita's prejudice against Darcy makes less sense because she now has a glimpse of Darcy's true character which in the book doesn't happen until the Pemberley visit.

Their early friendship disrupts Darcy's character journey because it reduces the significance of the first proposal to his character development. In the book, he doesn't start to reform himself until Elizabeth tells him that he needs to behave in a "more gentleman-like manner."

The first proposal is the consequence of all the miscommunication and false perceptions affecting Elizabeth and Darcy, and it motivates both characters to change. Elizabeth rightly scolds Darcy for being inconsiderate; he did the proposal for the selfish reason of purging his feelings so that he wouldn't have to suffer anymore and assumed that she would say yes. Elizabeth rejects him because of his rude manners and lack of consideration, and his defensiveness (where he portrays himself as the victim of feelings and implies he's such a good boy for wanting to marry her in spite of her horrid family) doesn't help. After realizing the extent to which Elizabeth hates him, Darcy writes The Letter to set things right, and Elizabeth realizes that she is not the best judge of character. Thus, giving us a fuller picture of Darcy's character and letting him charm Lalita before the first proposal reduces the significance of the event to the plot and character development.

Wickham and Lakhi have a connection early on, making Lakhi's attempted elopement inevitable. Right after the failed first proposal, Lakhi runs off with Wickham and Lalita and Darcy find out about it at the same time that Darcy comes to apologize and tell Lalita that Wickham is bad. I love that Wickham was punished really badly; after Darcy fights him, he gets slapped twice, once by Lalita and the second time by Lakhi. Even better is that Lakhi doesn't end up with Wickham.

Themes

The film uses the culture clash between India (Eastern) and Western cultures to examine what makes a good marriage.

Indian culture as presented by the film is more collectivist ("we" over "I"). It also promotes traditional gender roles, with women expected to be "meek and submissive" wives. In contrast, Western culture in the film is more individualistic and aspirational (careers and love are possible). But at its worst it condones exploitation of others for profit and cultural intolerance.

In the book, there are different kinds of "culture clashes:" traditional nobility versus new money (the Bingleys made their fortune in trade and Caroline is hoping to be an accomplished woman to make up for this), country versus city (Darcy offending Mrs. Bennet by claiming that the society is "confined and unvarying") and arranged versus romantic marriages.

The misunderstandings that propel the story (Darcy's dismissing of Elizabeth as "tolerable," him falling in love with her even though she still hates him, her belief in the legitimacy of "first impressions") are emphasized through the culture clash. Many of the conflicts in the film are a result of cultural stereotypes and conflicting beliefs.

Interestingly the film doesn't resolve the question it raises of how best to appreciate India and its culture. Lalita raises a lot of points about not oversimplifying Indian culture to a few stereotypes, but one could argue that India as represented by the film might be stereotypical. With the exception of the resort scenes and Goa beaches (which are tourist traps according to the film), the scenes in India heavily emphasize the "developing country" aspects of India with lots of pastoral scenes (cows crossing the road unharmed, farmland, dirt, shacks, dirty motorcycles fighting each other in traffic). Plus the "culture" as represented by the film's dance sequences seems to be the dominant Hindu culture with lots of elephants and saris and curry. Yes, I know this film is a romantic comedy, but the assertion that India is a complex, diverse country is contradicted by what we are presented. Presenting the rustic aspects of India would explain why the characters want to get out of India and go to the richer Western nations, but it harms the premise of the story that we shouldn't judge based on first impressions because the India scenes seem to confirm a Westerner's stereotypes of India (exotic people living in a primitive land).

Changing views on marriage: In the film, as in the book, we are presented with traditional and modern views on what makes a good marriage. Mr. Collins' marriage represents the traditional view in which marriage is a practical "economic proposition," much like a business deal where the marriage is made for the securing of material wealth and happiness comes last. Lady Catherine and other members of the aristocracy view marriage as a means of producing heirs (and bringing large amounts of money through dowries) to keep the property (source of power and wealth) in the family. The modern view of marriage is a partnership of equals who love and respect each other; happiness rather than material wealth/power is the priority. It threatens the power of the traditional nobles as it provides the potential for social climbing. Finally, it becomes another part of the culture clash, as it also ties in with the Western value of individualism, putting it at odds with the more collectivist Indian culture as presented by the film.

Elizabeth and Darcy in the book and in the film are united by their belief in a marriage based on love (the modern view). In the film, Darcy says he wants to look forward to starting each day with his wife, while Lalita says she wants a man who is a romantic and respects her for her mind. For instance, Elizabeth states that "only the deepest love will induce me into matrimony" and that Jane and Bingley should have some time to get to know each other before being rushed into marriage. To Elizabeth, mutual love and respect are essential for a marriage to succeed.

As for book Darcy, when Caroline catches him admiring Elizabeth and asks if he will marry her right away, he jokingly rebuffs her for making that assumption: "A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment. I knew you would be wishing me joy." Significantly, he mentions love needing to come before marriage, hinting that he shares the same belief about respect (admiration) and love being necessary for a good marriage. In fact, a big reason he separated Jane from Bingley was because he feared that Jane did not love Bingley in return. In short, love in marriage is just as important to Darcy as it is to Elizabeth.

Conclusion:

Bride and Prejudice, as shown by the title, focuses heavily on the theme of marriage and uses the culture clash between India and the West to emphasize the importance of first impressions in our treatment of others.

Even if you aren't into Pride and Prejudice, the movie is worth watching for the Bollywood dance sequences. I also liked the songs because they effectively developed the marriage theme.

The characters are mostly true to the book, except for Darcy, who isn't proud enough and is quick to reform his character.

Last but not least, the real villains of the story were imperialism and ethnocentrism.

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#bride and prejudice #aishwarya rai #martin henderson #bollywood #pride and prejudice #jane austen #mr darcy #elizabeth bennet #elizabeth x darcy #book adaptation #adaptation

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pleasancies · 3 years

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content / warnings : futuristic whump, lady whump, defiant whumpee, electrocution, hunted, animal attack, starvation, human experimentation, animal death, graphic depictions of violence, eating live animals, leg injury

I was planning for a simple running off from wild animals story but stuff happens. The story got dark. Tag : @summer-of-whump

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Previous Chapter

Avis woke up with a shiver. Wind gushes through her hair. Little thorns prickled at her back. She tried to heave herself up, but there's a twinge of pain in her arms that runs deep into her bones. It was dark, but she could smell the rain, hear the sound of leaves rustling and crickets chirping. She needs to get up. Keep moving. This isn't the lab anymore. She has to go back. Avis slowed her breathing. Her finger clawed into the ground. Grass brushing against her palm. With a count of to three, she heaved herself up. Pain flared on her arm. She grimaced. Pushing her body to stand was easier.

Every step was uncertain. Bare feet meets fallen twigs. The sound of it breaking is almost deafening. She felt around. Trees, moss, and stone. Avis was afraid she's going around in circles. But she's free, as baffling as it is. Last thing she remembered was the lab. The oxygen mask. John and Lisette. Fenrir.

Did they left her her because they thought she's dead? The test, whatever it is, was a blank in Avis head. Possible memory wiping technology? Too many question marks. Potential threats to report when she managed to get back to her friends.

"Hello, Miss. How are you feeling?" The voice made her jump. She turned her head, frantically looking where it came for.

"Down here. Look at your feet."

Sure enough, there's an ankle bracelet. Avis did the sensible thing to do, prying at it so it falls off. It was glued to her legs.

The voice speaks again, "This is the test we were preparing you for. Don't worry, the serum will kick in soon and fingers crossed it works. Now, I'd like you to—"

"Go fuck yourself, John." Avis spat. She grabbed a sturdy looking branch. Clenching her jaws, she forced it between her ankles. Avis let out a small yelp, as the twig tears apart the fused flesh and machine. Drops of blood falls along her toes. Still, she kept going without hesitation.

A nasty crackling noise send Avis movements into a halt. Her entire body jerked as electricity pierced her ankles and burned her veins.

"If you tried to break free then I'll zap you again. Got it?"

Avis tried to speak, but her teeth was still chattering from the aftershocks. She could hear Lisette murmuring on the other side. The girl was too far from the mic for anyone to clearly hear.

John went on, "I really don't want to do this. The more we hurt you, the more likely this project fails and you die. But you took things to an extreme."

"I'm a Heretic, I have to do what I have to do," Avis muttered. Her ankle cuff buzzed a noise that might have been an exasperated sigh.

"I urged Professor Clayton to release you without the shock bracelet. I don't want to reinforce your group's indoctrination that we're sadistic tyrants. But I guess he's right. You and your people are beyond saving."

"I don't need a baby-faced intern who looked like he could die if he lift a potato sack to save me."

Lisette's laugh can be overheard from the speaker.

"That goes for you too, Lise. You're complicit in this," John gruntled. "Fair enough, answer me, Miss. How do you feel? Avoid using profanities, please."

"Like I've been electrocuted, dear boy."

"Other than that. Emotions, physical conditions, list everything."

Avis frowned. It would be so easy to flip him off. Why would she answer to some milquetoast intern about how she feels? The boy might never even starve in his life. Her jaw and gums hurt. After the shock, her ankle felt strangely heavy. There's a veiled threat in his words. They injected her with something.

"How do you feel, Heretic?"

Do you even know my name?

She pick herself up, looking at the distance. Now she could see faint outlines of the trees around her. Faint glints of light hidden in branches. A camera? Avis stared at it.

"Hungry."

"Good, good. How about your emotions, and your perception. Compare to what you see and hear when you first wake up to now."

"A-agitated. Pissed. I want to kill you. My left arm hurts. My teeth hurts." Avis stopped, composing her thoughts. The tip of her fingers felt foreign. As if it belonged to someone else. She wondered what Sherman are doing now.

"Miss."

"Sorry. I'm thinking about my friends."

There's that buzz again. She could discern it. General interference and background noise. Keyboards clacking. Pen scratching at paper.

"Why do you think of them?" John's voice sounds so clear. Sickening. Avis could hear his breath. It was slightly shallow. Did this kid has ashtma? The image of him wheezing to death as she slowly crush his windpipes made a tight sensation in her belly.

"Dunno. Can you stop talking? Your voice makes me want to gnaw at my ankle."

"Alright. Answer my question first, Miss. Any significant change in your senses. This could be vision, hearing, smell, anything."

Avis point at the hidden cameras, "One, two, three, four, there might another one over there, but I need to come closer."

She put a hand on her stomach. It's like there's a hole in there. Somehow it reminds her of the well in her parents' house. The twinge on her arm had dissipate, replaced by a dull throb coming from the inside of her gums. There's just so many things she doesn't see or hear before. Hard to keep track. Her thoughts were jumbled, running all over the place. John muttered a curse.

"John, I thought you said there's no need for profanities."

"You're not supposed to hear that. It's the serum."

Avis froze. The buzzing thoughts stopped. Cold panic gripped her chest. The forest she's starting to feel familiar with becomes unrecognizable. As if someone had brought her to a mirror world. The trees and rocks similar, yet still a twisted replica of itself. How could she not notice?

"What did you do to me?"

"It's only temporary, calm down."

She hissed. Avis took a start, crouching on the ground. The cameras are more than blinking lenses. She could see the machines, the holes it's stuck to. She lunged at the closest one. Her thoughts blend into a murky set of instinct and sensation. Lisette shouted in the background. Avis bit at the lenses, and pulled. She bashed it on to the trees. Stray cables flew.

There's still more eyes watching her. A few trees away. She took a step back, lowered her body, and—

An ear-piercing scream echoes throughout the woods. Her vision went dark. Her body convulsed. Avis fell. She grunted as her back collide with ground.

Still pumped with adrenaline, Avis practically jumped from the ground. Her head flinched back before she speaks. "C-coward! Where are you!"

Another shock. Blood leaked from her ankle. Avis curled in on herself. She blinked away her tears.

No, I'm not going to die like this!

Her body wailed in protest as she heaved herself up. They tased her again. And again.

She lay there for a while, afraid to move. Her fingers twitched. Something had grown in the tips of her nails.

"You're allowed to move now," the voice from the bracelet said. It was deeper. Older. "Please stand."

Getting up was a chore. Avis almost flinched as she expects another sting. One of her feet feels heavy. She leaned at a tree, trying not to move so hard. The gnawing feeling at her stomach is stronger now. She was still shaking and her ankle hurts everytime the skin touches the bracelet.

"I'm so sorry for ruining this Professor," John said.

"Don't be sorry. She's still awake. Project Fenrir, would you please tell me about your injuries?"

Avis grimaced, "You burned my ankle."

"How about your hunger?"

She wondered what Professor Clayton looked like. Until now the man only exist as a name John and Lisette talked about. How big is his head? Does it fit into her mouth? Avis shook her head. Disturbing that the serum made those thoughts came so easily to her.

"You didn't see me eating did you?"

"Aside from the camera I guess not."

"Thought so."

Maybe eating the head is unwise. It would satisfy her anger but it might hurt her jaw. Avis hope this professor is fat. More meat to fill her sick.

"I want to eat you, old man."

"We'll feed you. Soon. This is your test. We will send you a moving obstacle. Defeating them will grant you food. The wound in your ankle might hamper your movements, but if you're as skilled as your file suggest, I believe you can survive them. Good luck!"

Avis cursed under her breath. They left her no choice but to obey. She put her finger into her mouth. Her teeth had grown. Sharp edges and bigger fangs. She hoped the change isn't too drastic. Her friends would have a hard time finding her if she looked like a monster. James kids' would be afraid of her and she couldn't be their nanny anymore.

She should keep moving. Whatever that moving obstacle was, it's not going to be pretty.

Despite her limp, it was easier to navigate the forest. She had adjusted through the dark, and the uneven terrain wasn't so rough after you noticed it's patterns. It was an artificial forest. For miles there was no animal or a single fruit growing in the trees. The ground won't be too altered by the vegetation.

James had taught her once about the fake forests. The trees are real and organic, everyone knows that. But what's unsettling was it's history. Years ago, when the seeds of the trees weren't even made. The Empire was given a choice of which artificial plant variety it's going to use for conservation efforts. They chose the ones unable to bear fruit. The official documents said it produce oxygen more than the others. Besides, most of the land animals that can survive without human intervention had gone extinct. But the thing killed nearby wild plants. Soon enough, the main source of food are from corporate farms and their trademarked seeds.

Avis thought about James while she aimlessly walked in the forest. How he might think, working as a forester and having to plant the artificial seeds. She missed him. She missed Sherman, Emmett, Nancy, pretty much everyone. She hoped they made it out of the city.

A howl tore through the forest. The hurried steps making a beeline to Avis location. She heard panting and leaves crunching. It was a pack. Avis crouched, running more with her hands than her feet. She made a turn. The wolves changed their direction.

The animals were more intelligent that it supposed to. It doesn't seem to follow Avis by a trail. Everytime she repositioned herself the wolves follow. Always a straight line to her. It wasn't long until her throbbing ankle made her trip. Avis bit her lip. She shouldn't make a noise. She grabbed at her bracelet, desperately pulling at it so her burns get a chance to breathe. The footsteps grew louder. She clenched her teeth and started to stand.

The ground was spinning under her feet. Avis staggered. She was out of breath. Her stomach is growling.

Left foot, right foot. Come on, move!

Her face meets the forest floor. The hairs in the back of her neck stood up. A growl. Right behind her.

It dragged her by the neck. The other lunged at her face. Avis clawed and kicked. It hits the air. Another touches flesh. She smelled blood. Her throat was dry. She heard a yelp. It pulled her out of panic. Avis crawled as fast she could. They can't make her kill these animals.

One wolf caught her by the hair. They yanked her off the ground. She land head first onto a tree. She slid down, only to be bit by the ribs and feet. Avis flailed her claws into the air. They dropped her.

The smell of blood was too much. It filled her nostril. The emptiness in her middle ached. Avis lost. Her teeth finds flesh. Her ears barely register the dying cry of the two dogs. She chewed. She swallowed. Warmth filled her stomach. Nerves flared in delight.

When Avis came to her senses, there was only her and two carcass.

"Congratulations, Fenrir. You passed your first test with flying colors."

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agentmothman18 · 4 years

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Merry Christmas! (Idk? Part 2)

Okay so I’ve been working on this for two days (two nights technically-) so sorry for misspelling or if it’s pretty crazy. Like all over the place crazy. I don’t write with a plan, that’s never fun in my opinion. So anyway, Merry Christmas! I hope this was a good gift to the few that wanted a second part!

Walking down the corridor, Dib realized that it wasn't just the high schoolers from the dance that got taken. He saw adults from stores he'd visited and fast food workers. There where even kids, no older than 5, crying in corners in a cell with strangers. Seeing this, and the faces given to him for walking 'free', made his gut twist and turn. The betrayed look, the hatred, it was something he hadn't seen in years. The hatred at least, the betrayal was new but very unwelcome. And could he blame them for feeling that way? No, he would too if he saw a another human walking next to a guard with no restrains.

So the boy kept his gaze ahead of himself, staring at the door at then of the hall. He would set them all free, one way or another, all that training during his pursuit of Zim would finally come in handy. But for now, he had to be tactical and see where he was going and what they were going to do to him.

"Move faster." A gruff voice grumbled behind him, a heavy hand placed in his shoulder and pushing him forwards. It hadn't been much strength behind that push but Dib could tell this alien could easily crush his skull if it wanted. Made him wonder why this alien was even hear, with that kind of strength he could easily leave. But, there was strength in numbers, so it wasn't hard to really grasp why this big alien was here still.

"I'm going, jeez." Dib huffed, shaking the aliens hand off his shoulder and walking faster. Beyond the door, was a rather big room with four doors. Even a little room with computers where a pink alien watched the screens, only looking up when the two had reached a sliding door. The pink alien had reached over with one of its extra arms and pressed a button to allow the door to slide open. An elevator, barely big enough for the alien escorting Dib. The boy thought for a moment that he'd be going up alone, but being squashed against the far wall of the elevator proved him wrong. 'Isn't this humiliating.' Dib thought, tensing when the aliens hand pressed against his back. Warning signals blared in his mind, more so when he felt something he slipped into his pants.

He had not time to react, the elevator doors opening and he was pushed out. Handed off to a different alien who found it necessary to cuff him. But he didn't acknowledge that to much, his mind racing with what could be in his pants now. It felt flat and when he was pushed into walking, he felt shark corners. However, with each set it moved farther down his pants, to which he quickly pressed his hands against his butt pocket to stop it. 'What the hell is this?!'

"My tallest, the human you requested." Dib could tell this wasn't their usual hang out area, it was far to close to the prison cells. The human could only guess they had come, guessing Zim had told them enough about himself to make them be cautious. Rightfully so, anymore sight seeing of this ship and Dib would have had a better idea of how to free everyone.

"You were shorter last we saw." Purple looked Dib over, both nearly the same height. However, the tallest's where an inch taller than Dib.

"Last you saw was over a screen nearly 5 years ago." Dib replied, keeping any snarky or rudeness out of his tone. It would be best not to anger them just yet. "Why was I requested?"

"Zim won't tell us what he's done with the information he stole, all data of it has been erased from his pak. You were the only human he talked so fondly of so you are going to get that information from him." Red stated, glaring at the human. Dib opened his mouth to speak but shut it quickly after. There were a few ideas that came to mind, but only one really stuck with him. One that would really make everyone feel betrayed but it was for a good cause.

"Fine, I'll get the information. But," That didn't make the tallest happy, but Red motioned for him to continue. Willing to listen to his demands. "I get to be one of your soldier's." He internally cringed after saying that, hating it more than anything. But he felt this was the best way to get everyone to safety, maybe even free other plants if things really went well.

"That requires skills and training that you don't have and-"

"If you can beat our best soldier with you hands bound then you'll be one of us."

"Purple! You.." Red sighed, seeing as there was not taking it back now. And he had faith that their best soldier would win, especially since the humans hands were bound. "Fine, Nyx!" A little Irken with a tray strapped to its head came running over, shaking slightly. "Take this human to the training deck. That's where the fight will be held."

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The layout of the ship seemed fairly easy to navigate, but with all the twists and turns the Irken had taken him down, it would be a miracle if he remembered the way. But he had bigger issues right now, and that was the fight he was about to have. If their best soldier was anything like Tak, then Dib felt he might not be able to do this. That irken had been a nightmare to deal with, granted that was during the time he was young with no fight training behind him. But still, he had a disadvantage with his hands tied.

"This is the training room." The little Irken known as Nyx said, pushing Dib through the doors. There were a few Irken in the room, and a few aliens Dib didn't know that race of. Though, it did hit Dib with the realization that maybe their best soldier wasn't an Irken at all. It could be possible, given the various alien types in the room. "I hope you have nothing to lose." And then Nyx was gone, rushing out the doors like a bat out of hell. The only thing Dib had to lose was his sister and dad, but when it all came down to it, did he even have them? They weren't exactly the nicest to be around, or weren't even there to begin with.

Dib turned his attention back to the aliens in the room, all looking at him and examining him. So he did the same, looking each and everyone of them over. None of them looked strong, but from years of fighting Zim, he knew better than to assume ones strength by looks. The others decided he wasn't worth their time and continued on with their training, giving Dib the opportunity to not only watch their fighting styles but to also retrieve the thing in his pants.

It had been a chip of some sort, small and black with blue lines in it. He couldn't get a better look with his hands bound behind him, and struggling to look at it would cause suspicion so Dib shoved it into his back pocket for later. 'Why did he give it to me?' More questions like that rang through his head, none of which he could think of a good answer for. However, he felt this had to be tied to the information Zim had stolen, it couldn’t be anything else and if it was then he’d be surprised.

“This won’t be to the death,” Tallest Red’s voice started Dib, the boy quickly turning to look at the alien. “And if you fail, you’re still going to get that information.” Definitely a threat, Dib could tell by the edge and glare. He didn’t expect any less, Red always did seem like the more stern and cut throat kind of leader over the calls he dropped in on. So Dib only nodded his head in agreement to that, knowing better than to buck the system at this point. It was one against thousands and there was no way he’d win that kind of fight.

“One round,” Purple butted in, his eyes looking towards one of the bigger aliens in the room. And when the other acknowledged Purple, they were motioned over. Dib was a quick to assume this was their great soldier, sizing the taller alien up. This one held a bored expression, brownish green skin marked up with scars. “First one pinned to the ground looses.” They where just wanting him to loose, making this situation even more difficult that it had to be and unfair as hell. Nevertheless, both nodded to the conditions and where moved to the center of the training room.

The few aliens that where in the room still had quickly moved any equipment out of the way, pushing everything against the walls. The human watched as one pulled a whistle from its pocket, coming to stand by the Tallest’s. As they talked about the terms of what should happen, Dib glanced at the bigger alien in front of him. They were taller, had more muscles on them and a lizard like tail. He’d have to avoid that, as well as block any attacks. One hit from this alien could probably knock him out cold.

Dib mimicked his opponent and got ready for when the whistle would be blown. His stance, unlike the other, was less menacing and looked similar to one a racer would take except he wasn’t as hunched over. But when the whistle was blown, the boy tensed up at having the bigger alien rush him. However, he didn’t freeze in place, noticing quickly how the alien left it’s torso and legs exposed. It was sad when all the human had to do was side step the alien and trip them, a loud thud echoing in the room. But a win was a win, and Dib was quick to stand on the aliens back to keep it down. ‘This was anticlimactic.’ He thought, hearing a second whistle blow and quickly stepping down from the aliens back. “I think you need better soldiers.” The remark earned him a nice slap to the face, from Tallest Purple who clearly didn’t like his soldiers being insulted.

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When the human had said he wanted to be a soldier, he hadn’t expected them to immediately gear him up. He had been un-cuffed and given a soldier outfit that looked like a mech suit but more fitted in a way. Less bulky and more movable. From the neck to the torso was blue, with an Irken soldier symbol indented in the middle of the chest. And since he had no pak, there where three holes where the pak would have been placed. It was easily covered by the pak shell built into the suit, meant for protecting a pak of course.

If it wasn’t for this suit being Irken made, Dib would have been stoked to wear it. But it only made him feel bad, like he was really betraying his people. ‘It’s for the best.’ He kept telling himself, keeping a straight face as he was lead to the room Zim was being held in.

From what his guide was telling him, this ‘room’ was meant for holding the worse prisoners and for creatures that would be later tested on. They had bring Zim into an interrogation room, which Dib wondered why he wasn’t there to begin with. Having any living thing isolated with nothing to do felt like a better thinking punishment than being in a room with others. He thought that way until he saw just was this room was like.

Fifty or more orbs filled the room, some bigger than others and all where floating a good 5 feet off the found. The room was fairly cold and the few workers he saw wore far more than he thought was necessary. But these were Irken workers, and from what he’s learned from Zim, Irkens were cold blooded creatures.

“This might take a second.” The guide told him, starting the boy a bit. They had reached Zim’s pod, a screen projecting from the pod to make a holographic keyboard. Dib paid more attention to Zim, noticing how the aliens breathing was slow and almost nonexistent. He didn’t move a muscle, curled into a ball and looking actually comfortable. The pod, like all the others, where filled with plush looking blankets. Dib wondered why they gave these prisoners nice blankets, they where the worst so shouldn’t they have the worst?

There was a loud, echoing ‘psh’ sound as the orb cracked open. A once seamless circle now had a prominent line around its middle, and soon it had no top when the Irken guide lifted it open. Dib watched as cuffs were put on the aliens small wrists, a groan leaving the waking Irken. Zim wasn’t given time to completely gather himself, pulled from the plush blankets and onto the hard floor with thud. Dib could only watch as his Irken guide yanked the taller Irken to his feet and started dragging him from the room. It barely gave Dib time to react, but he was able to quickly follow after the two.

The interrogation room was right across the hall and in the room was a chain welded to the ground. No seats or a table, just that, which Zim was cuffed to by the time Dib fully got into the room. “Take as long as you need.” The guide then left, a click of the door signally their complete departure. And the two finally looked at each other, Zim’s eyes widening as he looked Dib over. The humans could see a look of a betrayal in the fake contacts, the alien quickly glaring at him and attempting to cross his arms.

“All those years of stopping me and look at you know.” Zim hissed, yanking at the chains even though it was useless.

“Shut up, I have a plan and that involves doing this.” Dib said as he motioned to the suit he was wearing. “But seriously, what the fuck did you do? What information was so important that they come to earth just to get you?” The human demanded, watching as Zim glared off to the side. He looked like a scolded child who got more angry than upset.

“Why should I tell you anything? I’m going to be erased no matter what happens.” Dib was shocked to see the tears spill from Zims eyes. He’d never seen the Irken cry before. “I’d rather die than ruin everything we’ve been working towards.”

‘We?’

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bards-witcher · 5 years

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I know I requested bunny HYBRID Ohm last time, so... How about bunny MONSTER Ohm. But, like, misunderstood monster maybe? OhmToonz or H2Ohm?? Or both?? :)c If you don't want to that's fine 😊

So I finally got round to writing it, I hope you enjoy it :D

Not gonna lie I feel like the endings a bit rushed but hey ho :/ Also for most of the story i made it Delitoonz, with H2OhmToonz at the end. There is occasionly the odd little mature snipet so you have been warned.

[Jon POV]

“Tell us a scary story!!!”

All the other kids around him started to scream and shout in support of his choice, only getting louder and louder until the older kid, George, finally gave in.

“Okay okay I’ll tell you a scary story, but you’ve got to be quiet, agreed?” At that, there was not a peep heard from anyone, everyone eager in anticipation for the story. “Many years ago..”

“How many years ago?” Everybody turned to stare at the girl who’d spoken up, half of them tempted to tell her to be quiet themselves however George beat them too it.

“Many years ago, way before you were born”

“But how many years ago?”

“Keep asking questions and I’m not going to tell you the story” she was quick to pipe down at that, George quickly looking around at each of them as if daring them to speak before continuing. “Many years ago, monsters used to roam this town, they’d sneak in during the night to steal the towns wild, unruly children for their dinner and in the morning all that would be left was a pile of bones in the bed that they were taken from.” Everybody in the room gasped, even himself, a million questions burned themselves into the back of his mind, but he kept quiet for the sake of hearing the rest of the story.

“There was one monster though that was worse than all the rest, he’s the only one that could withstand the sun, he could easily navigate himself through the woods to prey on anyone who wandered there. Legend has it that there was a standoff, that this monster went into such a bloodlust that he killed all of his own kind before making it to the town. He started attacking everyone he could, getting through half the town before finally the sheriff and his men came and shot a bullet dead between the monsters’ eyes, but still, he stood there, and in his anger started to attack the cops.”

He could hear a couple of people around him start to mutter amongst themselves, some were even hugging each other in comfort, curious to know the ending despite how scared they were.

“After shooting and hitting him so many time, eventually they brought him down, only he managed to slip away back into the woods before they could kill him. The Sheriff told the town that he had died, that his injuries were too serious to have been able to survive, and after that, the town celebrated his death and have done so every year since. But, what they don’t tell you is how every few years another set of bones will be found somewhere in the woods. Teams of cops and rangers have scanned every inch of that forest and have found nothing, and yet the bones keep showing up, and late at night if you listen carefully, you can hear him walking through the town, prowling for the next child he’s going to take”

The room was stunned silent, despite the many questions he had he couldn’t bring himself to ask them, too busy thinking about if he were next if the monster knew where he lived.

“I don’t like that story” The boy next to him said, he saw the nods of some of the other kids, but he couldn’t help his curiosity, he wanted to find this monster, to see it.

“You kids wanted scary so I gave you scary” George said in his defense, about to leave them in favor of his replacement, but not before he could ask the older kid some questions.

“What does the monster look like?” Everyone turned to look at him as he asked his question, but they all turned to the older kid, listening intently for the answer.

“Nobody knows for certain anymore. The only thing we do know is that his claws and teeth are stained red from the blood of all the people he’s hurt. Some people even say he can turn into an animal which is why nobody can find him”

“Have you seen him? Is that why you know so much?”

“No, he hasn’t been seen in hundreds of years, I only know this because someone told me this story when I was your age”

“I’m gonna find him” He said it so confidently that it left no room for debate, a couple of his friends giggled a little, but he stood firm, he’d find this monster no matter how long it took. Maybe he could convince Luke to go out with him to try and look for him.

“Gonna find who?” The sound of Luke coming into the class broke through his thoughts and he got up to run and greet his best friend.

“I’m gonna find the monster in the woods” He saw Luke cast a glance at the older kid before putting on a smile.

“You’re gonna go find Ohm?”

“Ohm?”

“Yeah that’s his name, Ohmwrecker, but I’ve always just called him Ohm, I read it in class once. Want some help to find him?”

“YEAH! C’mon Luke lets go” He proceeded to start dragging Luke out of the room and when they got outside he broke into a run, making a beeline for the forest edge whilst he heard Luke shouting after him to wait up.

[23 years later]

He wiped the sweat off his brow as he stood up from his position under the car’s hood, taking a moment for a drink of water whilst admiring his progress. All the heavy work had been done, all that was left was changing the fluids and re-wiring a couple of components and the car was good to go. He was too busy looking at the components that he didn’t hear someone enter the garage, only jumping when a pair of arms wrapped around him, a quick kiss was placed on his cheek before he pushed the person, now laughing, away.

“The hell you sneakin’ up on me like that for, could’a given me a heart attack” despite his words he couldn’t help but laugh a little as Luke was choking on his own laugh, trying and failing several times to get a sentence out.

“You should’a seen your face…almost as good as that time you woke up to a beetle on your pillow” Luke kept laughing, his face now bright red as he was bent down trying to catch his breath.

He grabbed the cloth on his workbench before whipping it across Lukes ass, falling into his own fit of laughter as Luke swore before the older man grabbed his own cloth and tried to retaliate, only narrowly missing his target.

It then turned into an all-out war, each of them trying to get closer to the other to get a hit in but not close enough to get hit. It was when he managed to get a strong hit on Lukes’ thigh that the older man just launched at him, both of them wrestling on the spot as they tried to one-up each other, which eventually lead into a tickle fight which had him at the mercy of the older man.

“Enough….enough. I need to get back to work” Even as he said it he still held onto Luke, who’s hands had gone from tickling to roaming.

“That’s only gonna take you an hour. Take a break, I’ve got something new I wanna try out on you” He shivered at Lukes words, the older man knowing his effect on him as he started to place light kisses across his neck, every fiber of his being wanting to do what Luke said but the job came first.

“Here I thought I’d be getting wined and dined after work but it’s just straight to the point with you, you’re such a gentleman” He felt Luke chuckle against his neck, sending another shiver down his spine.

“Ain’t had any complaints before”

He let Luke kiss his way across his throat, the older man’s hands wandering down to his ass before he pulled away, pressing a quick kiss on Lukes’ lips before shooing him away, instantly feeling the cold air of the garage now that Luke wasn’t on him.

“Later. I’m sure you’ll find a way to entertain yourself for an hour”

Luke sighed before turning to head out, he quickly grabbed hold of his cloth and whipped it across Lukes’ ass again, laughing as the older man swore his revenge as he left rubbing his ass.

As predicted it took a little under an hour to finish fixing the car, he called up the woman to tell her the car was ready and arranged a pick-up time for tomorrow, before he locked the shop up and made the short walk back to his house.

He’s not going to deny that he loves living in this town, years ago his parents had begged for him to move away to a bigger city, to somewhere where there’d be better opportunities, but he refused.

He loved the town, loved how quaint and quiet it was and that everybody knew everyone, although that meant business was slow, he still managed to keep his head above water.

His best friend turned boyfriend was another reason he stayed, the older man too choosing to stay in the town as a forest ranger. The only downside was that sometimes Luke could be gone for days at a time, and although he knew the man could handle himself, he couldn’t help but worry until his boyfriend finally came back through their door and into his arms again.

The final reason he stayed was for Ohm, through the years he’d never given up his search, still intent on seeking the monster out even though everyone else had called him crazy for trying. Luke had long given up the search, however, would still humor him by going in walks through the forest every other weekend to try and search him out.

He swears he’d seen something once, a dark shadow against an even darker night with long ears and glowing eyes, but Luke had just pegged it down to glow worms, showing him the small group of the insects that were stationed not far from their tent. Even so, he still believed he saw the monster, that he was out there still.

He stopped that thought when he reached his front door, smiling when he saw Luke preparing dinner in the kitchen as he entered their house.

“So, you can be a gentleman, that wasn’t too hard was it” Luke looked up towards him, giving him a brief smile before he carried on with whatever he was doing.

“Well you know what they say, happy wife happy life”

“You shush your mouth, if anyone’s the wife here it’s you, wife”

Luke simply chuckled as he worked, leaving him to get washed up and ready for dinner. A quick shower and a change of clothes made him feel like a new man and he quickly made his way to the kitchen where he leaned against the counter waiting for Luke to finish.

“Jon, you better get your ass out the way right now or I’ll smack it so hard you’ll feel it for week” He stood his ground, if anything leaning out further and blocking Luke’s way as he swayed his hips, it was only when Luke went to put down the pan he was holding did he scurry away to the other side of the counter and out the kitchen. “That’s what I thought bitch”

“Whatever bitch” he teased back as Luke finished the last bits and pieces before handing him a plate, quickly digging into the steak Luke had cooked him before Luke interjected.

“I didn’t spend the last hour slaving away on dinner for you to scoff it down like a goddamn animal” With that he picked up the plate as he was chewing, following Luke to the living room where they settled on the couch to eat their dinner.

When they were done he grabbed their plates and cleaned up the kitchen, before returning to Luke to try and convince him to go for an evening walk in the forest. It took some convincing but a blowjob later and they were both walking through the forest in the last remnants of daylight. They’d strayed from the track long ago, Luke knowing this part of the forest like the back of his hand, was able to easily guide them through the trees.

It was just starting to get dark when they went to head back, however, they didn’t travel far before Luke stopped him and put himself in front, gun drawn. In front of them, he could just make out a couple of Cayotes, fighting his instinct to run as they stared them down.

It was then that Luke started shouting, trying to be as loud as possible in order to deter them, however, it had little effect, the two of them gradually getting closer and getting into what looked like a pounce.

In the blink of an eye the both of them launched, he heard the gunshot but still, the two animals were heading towards them, as he braced himself for the hit, it was then that seemingly out of nowhere a man appeared and tackled one of the animals. The man didn’t hesitate when he grabbed the other Cayote by the tail and swung it around until he was between the two of them and the two animals.

The man then launched himself at the animals, wrestling with the both of them so that it was hard to make out, he doesn’t know how long they stood there until the two animals ran away, in the dying light he could just about make out several dark patches of blood on their fur.

The man stood up slowly, stumbling where he stood as he held his chest and that’s when he noticed the big rabbit ears sticking out of his head. The hybrid made it two steps before he started to fall, he saw Luke run out to catch him, mumbling something to him before putting him on his shoulders and jogging somewhere away from the direction of town.

He had no choice but to follow Luke, not knowing exactly how to get out of the forest meant that he could be stuck there for hours until he was found. He struggled to keep up, just able to keep them in sight until eventually, he saw a small cabin up in the distance.

By the time he got in the man was lying in a bed with his shirt ripped off, he could see blood oozing from several points on his abdomen whilst Luke was haphazardly looking through shelves.

“Jon, I need you to keep pressure on those wounds okay” Without a word he did as he was told, grabbing the mans bloodied shirt and pressing it over what seemed to be the worst of his injuries.

While he stood there he looked at the man in front of him, if that’s even what he could call him. He looked human except for what appeared to be two large rabbit ears sticking out of his head, he also had claws instead of fingernails and teeth a lot sharper than his own.

Before he could question Luke, said man pushed him aside slightly and started to stitch up the wound he was holding on his chest before bandaging it. Luke took the time to bandage a couple other wounds on his chest but at this point, the man was a pale white and looked on the edge of death’s door.

“Jon I need you to listen to me okay” It took him a moment to come to his senses but eventually he turned to Luke and gave a nod. “I need you to stay here and keep an eye on him while I go back to town to get supplies. I need more bandages and disinfectant otherwise he won’t live much longer you understand” He could only nod, mind blank to all else but Lukes’ commands which echoed around in his head. “I know this is tough right now and I’m sure you have a lot of questions but trust me okay? I’ll be back before you know it” Luke gave him a weak smile back before pulling him forwards and placing a small peck on his lips before leaving the cabin.

With a shaky breath, he collected his thoughts, turning to face his patient as they waited out the night.

He has no idea how much time passed, it felt like hours before he saw the man’s hand twitch and his eyes slowly start to open.

“Luke?” The man tried to get up, but he quickly stopped him, making sure he was settled in bed before answering him.

“Lukes out at the minute, he’ll be back soon” The man nodded to himself before turning his head slightly to face him.

“You must be Jon”

“How do you know that?” He tried to keep the panic out of his voice as the man in front of him just smiled softly at him.

“Luke told me, he talks about you all the time. Although I was hoping to meet under better circumstances” the man tried to laugh which instantly turned into a wince and groan of pain before trying to catch his breath again.

“How the fuck do you know Luke? Who the fuck are you? Why-“ The man started to cough heavily, putting a pause on his questions. He got up from his seat, scanning around the small room until he found a bottle of water, handing it to the man who accepted it gratefully.

“You know who I am, you just can’t admit it yet” The man’s words stunned him but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he had been right, he could almost hear the click in his head as all the pieces came together.

“Ohm?”

“Bingo” A million new questions flooded his mind, one replacing the other until he himself was confused. “I met Luke years ago, he saved me, much like he did today. Since then we’ve kept in touch, doing favors for each other when needed. He kept people away and warned me when they wouldn’t listen to him and in return, if there were some wild animals causing havoc I would take care of them”

“Why didn’t he tell me? I wanted to see you since I was a kid and he’s known you for years?” He couldn’t keep the pain out of his voice, feeling the sharp sting of betrayal in his chest.

“I asked him not too. I was worried you might start telling people and have the hunting start again. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you, but I can promise you Luke wanted nothing more than to tell you and I know keeping me a secret has weighed heavily on him.” He had no words, too busy trying to process everything Ohm was saying, he knew it wasn’t Lukes’ fault but that feeling of betrayal wouldn’t leave. “He loves you, you know. He talks about you all the time, about how great and amazing you are. It got to the point where I was starting to fall in love with you”

They both chuckled at that, glad at the humor to dissipate the bad taste in his mouth at the earlier news.

“Is it true what they say? Did you really kill all those people?”

Ohm took another drink of water before laying back down, he noticed the monster wince in pain a couple of times but let him be.

“No. I helped the townsfolk, protected them, and they repaid me by trying to kill me, by trying to hunt me down and then they make me sound as if I’m the monster” He could hear the bitterness in Ohms’ voice, a small part of him feeling guilty for the fate that had befallen him. “It’s true that monsters once roamed around here, and it’s true that they used to kidnap and eat children, but I’d stop them if I could. I killed my own kin, my friends, to protect them, and when all was said and done, when I was the last one left they invited me to join them, to live alongside them and be their guardian. Like a fool, I took their offer, and that night they burnt my house down, I only just made it out before they shot me right here.” Ohm then pointed his finger dead center between his eyes, if he looked closely he could just make out a small scar, but otherwise there was no sign he was shot. “They beat me through the street, kicking me when I fell until I stood back up. They tied me up and put me on a pyre, words can’t explain the sheer agony when you feel the fire start to lick at you” It was there that Ohm stopped, clearly overcome with emotion, and all he could do was rub a supporting hand on his shoulder which the man seemed to appreciate.

“How did you survive?” He spoke quietly, not wanting to push the man to continue.

The man gave a laugh with no humor before answering “I turned into a rabbit. Didn’t even know I could, didn’t question it, I just ran the fuck outta there. Course I didn’t know how to change back, although it helped when they sent searching parties out looking for me. I’ve learnt to control it now, it’s why you didn’t see me running up on them Cayotes earlier.”

“That was fuckin’ badass by the way, stupid, but badass” That brought a smile to Ohm’s face.

“Well I’m glad you think so, Luke wasn’t so appreciative of my sweet moves. In fact, I believe he called me a ‘fuckin’ idiot’” He burst into laughter at Ohms’ impersonation of Luke, having sounded nothing like his boyfriend.

That’s how Luke found them, both of them bent over laughing, which only seemed to increase when he asked them what the fuck they thought was so funny. When all he got was their laughter as an answer he silently questioned why these two ever had to meet, before heading towards Ohm to finish treating him.

It was when Ohm had fallen asleep, having taken a couple pills that Luke had handed him, that Luke pulled him to one side, guilty look on his face.

“Jon, there’s som-“

“I know, Ohm told me everything” He saw Luke let go of the breath he was holding “In the beginning I was mad, I didn’t see how you could’a’ kept him a secret from me, but I know you were just tryin’ to protect him, even though you should trust me by now”

“I know, it was a fuckin’ shitty thing to do but after the stories he’s told me I didn’ wanna risk anyone findin’ out ‘bout him, keepin’ this from you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do” He knew that this was what Luke was going to say but despite that it still quashed a lot of the pain he felt.

“I know” With that he leaned up and pressed his lips against Luke, just staying connected in that moment until eventually, they broke away. “So, I hear you like to talk about me”

He laughed when Lukes’ face started to turn red “Don’t flatter yourself, I don’t talk about you that much”

“That’s not what Ohm said, says you talk about me so damn much he started to fall in love with me. Maybe I should be with Ohm, at least he’ll appreciate me”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare, I’m gonna kill that man I swear to god” He could only laugh at Lukes’ reaction which was quickly silenced by the older man’s lips pressing on his. “I’m sure Ohm doesn’t want to be woken up by your crazy ass laugh.” He glanced towards Ohm who made no sign of movement, however, Luke still put a hand round his waist and led them out the house before he could form any kind of rebuttal. “Let’s get the fuck home, I think I’m gonna sleep for a week”

With that, Luke navigated them towards home through the dredges of light filtering through the leaves from the rising sun.

From that day on him and Luke regularly visited Ohm, in the beginning, it was to check up on how he was doing but he and Ohm were quick to become friends, much to Lukes’ dismay.

After a few months he suggested that Ohm come and live with them, which was met with a flat out no, but after weeks of persuasion, of trying to reaffirm that around people Ohm could be in his rabbit form and himself when alone. Gradually he started to come round to the idea, the fact that he’d be living with people for once and the comfort and support they could bring seemed to outweigh the dangers.

They got used to living with Ohm pretty quickly, most days he’d join Luke when he made his routes around the forest and the days he didn’t he’d prepare and cook dinner for them when they got home.

He couldn’t describe a better feeling than when the three of them were gathered together either watching some shitty tv or arguing about alliances in Monopoly.

It was a shock then when in the very early hours of the morning when he’d gotten up to get himself a glass of water that he heard his name being moaned? He headed back towards his room to look towards Luke, the older man deep asleep. Confused he headed back towards the kitchen only to hear Lukes’ name now being moaned.

He pressed his ear up against Ohms’ room and could very faintly hear breathless moans fill the night’s silence, occasionally either his or Lukes’ name being called out, leaving no doubt as to what their friend was doing. He stood there unable to move, quieting the part of his brain that said he didn’t want to move until he heard a muffled shout through the door.

He was quick to make his escape, forgoing his water in favor of jumping up onto his bed as he started to wake Luke up.

“Luke…Luke, Luke you have to wake up”

“Th’ fuck you want”

“I just heard Ohm fuckin’ jerkin’ off to us”

“And? Let the guy get off to whatever he wants”

“Doesn’t it freak you out though?” There was no immediate answer, and for a moment he thought that Luke may have fallen asleep again before he heard the older man sigh and then move to sit up.

“Yeah it’s a little weird but we can’t jus’ kick him out”

“What do we do? I can’t jus’ pretend that everythin’s fine”

“Well try to, now fuckin’ go to sleep” With that Luke turned away from him and settled back down, quickly falling back to sleep, but try as he might he couldn’t.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Ohm, about what it meant, about how to go on with this new information. At some point he managed to fall asleep however, it wasn’t long after that his alarm woke him up, cursing it as he sat up in bed.

He groggily walked to the kitchen, not paying attention as he poured himself a cup of coffee and took as big a sip as he dared before burning his tongue.

“You look like shit” The voice caused him to jump and he was met with peals of laughter which he know knew belonged to their resident monster. “Rough night?”

“You could say that” He took another sip of his coffee as Ohm only laughed, he couldn’t help but tense up a little as Ohm made his way towards him, stopping in front of him.

“May I try something? It should help you feel better”

Despite a part of him telling him not to he gave a nod towards Ohm, the man gently turning him around until his back was facing him.

He shivered as he felt the light touch of Ohms claws start to trail around his back, seemingly forming some strange patterns and he couldn’t help as another shiver traveled down his spine. Gradually he felt a heat gather in his stomach, the more Ohm traced on his back the stronger it got. When it started to get uncomfortable he felt Ohm place his whole hand on his back and mutter a few words, causing the burning sensation to go entirely.

When he felt Ohm move away he opened his eyes and stretched his back. He couldn’t lie that he felt rejuvenated, that he had boundless energy and could run a marathon right that second.

“Better?”

“Yeah actually, the hell you do?”

“I’ve still got some of the old magic in me” Before he could question the use of magic, Ohm said his goodbyes before heading back to his room.

For the rest of the day he was distracted, no matter what he tried to do to concentrate on his work, he couldn’t stop thinking about Ohm, about what if. If they could ever be plausible.

That’s how it went for the next couple of weeks and Luke was no better, Ohm calling them out constantly on them being seemingly absent from the present. It was one morning that he was met with Ohm coming out of the shower, water droplets falling down his back and he couldn’t stop the twitch his dick gave at the sight.

He cursed himself, going through loops in his head as he thought what this meant not only for him but his relationship with Luke as well.

That night the two of them talked into the early hours about their situation, whether they were going to address it.

They’d gotten up a little earlier to try and beat Ohm to the kitchen, making themselves some coffee which they didn’t drink, their stomachs twisting into knots at what was going to happen.

It was just after 6 that Ohm came through to the kitchen, ears drooping down the sides of his face and he had to dispel the thought of how cute he looked. Ohm noticed them immediately, and from what he saw he knew it was serious.

“What’s up, guys? Something wrong?” He and Luke both looked at each other to confirm their decision with the other, that this was going to be their next step.

“We know Ohm, we know how you feel about us” Lukes’ voice broke through the silence and he could see Ohms face blanch, a look of horror coming across his face.

“I’m sorry, I never..I-..” tears started to brim the monster’s eyes and he could hear the emotion choking him up “I’m so sorry, I get it if you want me to go-” Ohm didn’t wait for an answer, instead he started to walk out of the kitchen, however, he quickly got up off of his seat to grab hold of the monsters arm, turning him around and pressing their lips together.

Ohm seemed to melt at the touch, clinging onto his arms for dear life until they had to part for air. He saw Luke coming up behind Ohm, wrapping his arms around the smaller man before pressing a kiss on his neck, Ohm seemingly fell back against Luke as he let himself be victim to their attack.

It wasn’t long before Luke carried them both to their room and dropped them both onto the bed, quickly they became a mess of tangled limbs and he didn’t need to ask them to know that they all felt that this was right.

Their peace was short-lived, all it took was one peeping tom peering through their window to spot Ohm and rumors were quick to spread around the town. Although originally pegged as nonsense, there were some who took it seriously and they all but barged into their house to get their answers.

They were quick to become the talk of the town, a few residents spoke of forming a mob with pitchforks and torches which the three of them could only scoff at, they’d see how those would fare against Lukes vast gun collection should push come to shove.

There were some sane and reasonable voices in the crowd though who were willing to hear their side, and although there were a couple who refused to believe Ohms telling of events the majority of the town supported him. Not that they cared too much, they’d be staying there regardless of what the town thought.

They weren’t perfect and they didn’t aim to be, all they cared about was each other and even outsiders to their lives were scared about the lengths the three were willing to go for each other.

#not 100% on this one truth be told #feels kinda all over the place :/#thanks for the prompt though #delitoonz #h2ohmtoonz #h20 delirious #cartoonz #ohmwrecker

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Hello there! I read all of your how to zine thing and I've been thinking how to organize a portfolio online... Do you have any suggestions or tutorials on how to do one? I use Google drive but I don't like it anymore (it seems unprofessional) so I was wondering if you have any tips óvò thank you in advance and sorry for my English!!

aaaa it’s ok I’m no native English speaker either, so don’t worry!!

For your question, I personally have started using the Adobe Portfolio (it seems to be free?) as I have the Adobe CC for uni purposes and thus already an Adobe account. I innicially wanted to have it for design stuff only but then discovered I could make a second portfolio so I made one for my internet illustration/art stuff as well and used it as portfolio for zines (idk if it interests you but in case you want some inspiration, here’s the link.) I’m still kinda unsatisfied as it doesn’t really have a gallery option where you can click through the images individually, it really is catered to mobile users and the images look uncomfortably large on the desktop for me, but in general building them is kind of intuitive even if the layout options are rather limited.

I personally don’t have much experience with other portfolio websites (I only tried deviantart’s portfolio before and wasn’t really satisfied with it either, but that’s been years ago.) I would recommend doing some research (maybe some of my followers also has suggestions?) and maybe also consider using a general website from a website builder like weebly or wix (I think there are also free options?) as they are a bit more flexible in their layout.

EDIT: I added a list with some website builders and portfolio websites on the How to Apply post, if any of you have more suggestions, I’ll add them to the list as well. Just a note that I don’t have experience with every website on the list.

Some of my study friends also from other universities used a PDF file with their best works and sent that to agencies, so that might be an option, too, especially if you’re only allowed to a very limited number of pieces. With programs like InDesign it’s fairly easy to make a cohesive and nicely designed PDF (I recently got some suggestions for similar programs as a lot of people suffer from Adobe raising their CC prices but I haven’t tried any of them so I can’t vouch for them.)

For me, it largely depends on what specifically the portfolio is for.If I were to apply for an agency job, I’d try to fit in as much of my range as possible while still trying to focus on what the specific job is for. I think that tactic works for zines as well, even though it’s more illustration-heavy than necessarily corporate or editiorial design. I started to categorise my works more by projects/purpose so that the individual concepts are gathered together instead of having “sketches” “illustrations” “typography” etc. as throughout time, you’ll get more and more interdisciplinatory projects so you can’t sort them that easily. Of course you can sort them also on the main focus for the individual projects (a magazine might be sorted into editorial or typography for example.)

I made an extra category for my comic project to have everything together, currently most of them are just some illustrations but I’ll add more concept art and stuff like that later on.I also like displaying commission or zine works in a seperate category so it’s easier to see what people can expect from hireing me, plus it also shows that I actually already have experience with zines and commissioned work. Of course you don’t need to put all your commissions/zine works into it, especially if you don’t like them/don’t find the result very pleasing anymore. A portfolio is always courating your own works by what you consider your personal qualities.

As I already have mentioned in the portfolio post, I also try to kick out works that are older than 3 years from the portfolio staples that I use when zines only ask for a few of my best pieces (like 3-5) but I keep them in my online portfolio site if I still like them on a general basis, especially if the style is something I still can pull off. I also never use pieces I never published anywhere online so I usually just link to the tumblr post if there’s only a limited number of pieces allowed. I just try to keep my tumblr organised and aesthetically pleasing and check if all the links still work.

For the layout, I recommend using something simple and neutral as the work itself should be the focus, not the very fancy design around it. This especially should be the case if you want to display several styles and/or moods/colour schemes. If your style is very pastell-y and cute, of course a more cute and pastel design compliments it well. But if you also have very dark colours and for example gory designs, it most likely will clash with the works and thus isn’t a very wise descision. Safe colours are always white and any completely desaturated greys that are somewhere in the lighter and mid-range shades. Black can look good, too, but imo should be handled with a bit more care. I probably would recommend a darker grey instead as it doesn’t swallow too much light. You want your work to pop but having too much contrast between your work and the background can also get uncomfortable for the eye.

I also would recommend not using too fancy and playful fonts as they easily distract you from the actual work. I also wouldn’t use Times New Roman and Arial as they aren’t very comfortable to read (and don’t have a very good design.) Calibri is always a very safe and well-designed font that most likely is an option everywhere, but of course just look through the font options and test what suits your works the best.When picking a font colour, please always check the contrast to the background, especially when you use more saturated colours. I also wouldn’t recommend using 100% saturated colours as they are also very uncomfortable for the eye.My prime example of very little readability is bright red on pitch black background. It’s one of the most uncomfortable combinations to read as red is very aggressive to the eye and through the very high saturation also is difficult to distinguish in front of the very dominant black. Having a red-ish grey would work much better, especially if it’s a lighter shade, and not using black but a darker grey would take away the tension as well. Just play around a bit until you get to a visually satisfying result.

Always be aware that starker contrasts also always draw the eye, so you want the most contrast in your works and not in what surrounds them. If you have especially light works with maybe a very delicate lineart and little contrast, you might want to use a white, pastel colour or light grey with a fairly light font (that still has enough contrast to the background to be readible)

The most general advice I can give is focussing on displaying your works and not distracting from them. I would try to have a very simple and cohesive site that puts everything together in a harmonizing way and also doesn’t have too many subcategories so that navigation is easy and smooth.

I hope that helped in some way? ^^;

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