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Hi, I’m loving the advent so far! How do you get your patterns to look so natural? Whenever I make patterns I either get these crusty lines at the edges of some channels where one channel bleeds into the other. Or, I get these super sharp unnatural edges on them that never look any good. Teach me your magic please lol.
Thank you so much for the compliment :)
I made a fancy tutorial, because more people might be interested in this topic!
There are a few things you can do to solve color bleed and crusty lines while making the Sims 3 patterns. These tips are for Photoshop and the TSR Workshop pattern tool, though they also work for Delphy's pattern tool.
The EA CAP tool compresses its image files automatically, so you have no control over it afaik.
Save your textures uncompressed!
Most of your problem should be solved by saving your images in an uncompressed DDS file format (depending on what DDS plugin you use, it "8.8.8.8 argb 32bpp unsigned" or, in newer versions, "8.8.8.8 bgra 32bpp unsigned".
This is an image of the newer dds plugin export dialog with the settings I use:
This reduces blockiness and color bleed significantly!
Note: For maximum visual clarity and the sake of our eyes, starting from now, I will show just the contents of the individual color channels of the image, specifically green and blue.
If you click on a single color channel in Photoshop, it will be represented in greyscale. My screenshots therefore also represent a single color channel and do not show how the colors interact with each other. I thought it would be distracting and hard to see if I presented everything in color and this tutorial is not about how to build a pattern, but how to get crisp outlines and the best possible quality.
What is the issue with compressed textures?
EA's pattern textures are DDS files that use DXT compression (DXT1 for non-alpha/5 for alpha images, BC1/3 in the newer plugin).
If you save your image as a compressed DDS file and reopen it, you will notice that certain areas are blocky/blotchy.
That is because lightness and color information is not retained for every pixel, but areas get grouped together in a more or less chessboard-like fashion.
In this first example, I increased the contrast to make these compression artifacts more visible so you can see what's going on: Notice the grey blocky areas?
These cause color bleed in the final pattern and the textures look blurry or washed out. EA's textures have this issue too, because they use compression.
In some patterns, the effect is less noticeable than in others, but compressed files will always have a reduced image quality compared to the original image.
Deciding to go with uncompressed textures was essential for me to achieve the quality I offer. I reasoned that the patterns are only 256px in size and the performance impact should not be very noticeable.
I once made a survey in which I asked whether my patterns cause performance issues, and most said they did not, so I stuck with it.
You could test it out for yourself and decide!
If you want to continue to use compression, make sure to change the quality of the compression algorithm to get the best possible result. In the screenshot I posted at the beginning of the tutorial, you can see that I set it to "highest" instead of the usual default "fastest", though this is not really needed if you save uncompressed files.
The old DDS plugin used on older Photoshop versions also has that setting, it is just a bit more obscure. I do not have that anymore so I cannot say where exactly.
Is it a bug?
Lines all around the edges of some channels could also be a Photoshop bug*. This was a regular occurring bug in older versions (before CC 2020 or so.) The issue was that when you scaled down or sometimes even just saved an image that was not just the background layer but had stuff on other layers, there would be a faint line around the whole image. Suuuper annoying!
*clarification: It's not an official bug, but a lot of people get annoyed by it. I still had this happen to me with the current 2023 Photoshop version when using bicubic (sharper) on an image with layers, but I do feel there are less problems with saving layered images now. Idk, this might be "feature quirk" after all...
Anyway, to avoid the faint lines around your image, follow these tips:
Using the bilinear mode when reducing an image's size helps, as does flattening the image before image reduction or file export.
I like to create a copy of the entire document using the shortcuts ctrl+shift+alt+e to make sure it appears flattened without actually flattening everything. You could also paste the flattened copy into a new document, merge it down and export the dds file from there. Just try what works best for you.
Retaining maximum quality on resizing
Most images need to be resized to the pattern size, or you might have made a larger pattern and want that in smaller sizes.
You may never have paid much attention to the settings in that image size dialogue, but it holds some key elements to make sure your pattern comes out in the best way possible!
Per default, the resizing mode that is used by Photoshop to make an image smaller is "bicubic (sharper)". This mode has a sharpening algorithm that causes halos if the pixels are not white or black, which can create unwanted effects such as white outlines around grey pixels, or grey ones around black areas. Note: even if you have the "bicubic (automatic)" setting, it will still use the "bicubic (sharper)" if you reduce the image size!
Let me show you an example:
Below, you can see a comparison of bicubic (sharper) reduction vs bilinear reduction.
The channel with the black and white checkers has some greyish edges after using bicubic (sharper), which can cause the texture to become unwantedly transparent in these areas, making the colors become muddled in these areas. Using bilinear or nearest neighbor modes (the latter is great for very geometric, crisp shapes), the result is very clean.
This is why do not recommend to use the bicubic algorithm on your textures. Go for bilinear and nearest neighbor modes, these are perfect for patterns. I do any sharpening of the channels in a more controlled way later.
The best way to sharpen your texture
To make the textures look as crisp as possible, you immediately think about the "unsharp mask" feature, right?
This might not be your best option though!
If you have a white shape on a black background with a rim of dark grey pixels around it and you want to make it crisp and want that dark grey outline to disappear, unsharp mask will actually do a pretty good job, because it mainly targets those grey pixels and there is nothing to lighten or darken on pure white or pure black.
But if you have a lot of grey tones, the algorithm "attacks" a lot in your image, depending on how you set your radius in the options dialogue. Most of the time, the radius is set to a small number, for sharpening details, but it creates a problem for us in the form of halos/bright or dark rims around shapes.
I like to increase the contrast of the individual channels to make the image appear sharper without those halo effects that the "unsharp mask " feature often creates. I love to use the "levels" tool for adjusting the contrast, I use it all the time!
I have grey pixels as a starting point and then applied an aggressive "unsharp mask" (strength 100, radius: 1px) to it so you can see the effect. The results are bright halos around the shapes. This will make the edges of the shapes more opaque on the final pattern and can look strange! On very delicate lines, this might be what you want, but for larger areas, this is less desirable.
Sharpening without actually sharpening
Instead of using "unsharp mask", I like to increase the contrast of the individual channels to make the image appear sharper entirely without those halo effects that the "unsharp mask " feature often creates. I love to use the "levels" tool for adjusting the contrast, I use it all the time!
On this layer, I have some intricate shapes, which should appear fully opaque. The are already bright white, but the edges are a bit too soft right now to get a truly crisp result, so I use the "levels" tool to increase the contrast and make the edges crisper. You can also use the curves tool for this, but I find the levels tool a bit more intuitive for this process! The curves tool gives you even more control over pixel values and lets you adjust them individually, which can be great, but for the purpose of creating controlled contrast, the levels tool will suffice.
By moving the marked sliders towards the middle, the contrast is increased. This also works nicely on grey pixels without creating the halo problem.
Another use for the levels tool in this context is to control the thickness of your shapes by moving the middle slider too, like this:
Final words
"Levels" is your friend when adjusting contrast and making things sharper. In some cases, "unsharp mask" or other sharpened options can create a desired effect, such as on more realistic textures such as carpet/fabric textures, wood and stone, where you might want these halos to increase the depth of details. There is always a right time to use any tool, so if levels alone do not give the effect you desire, by all means, give "unsharp mask" a go! Experiment, and find the best way for you.
The biggest gain in quality will come from saving in an uncompressed format though.
Thanks for reading through the tutorial, I hope it was helpful!
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Queening the Pawn Act 3 Part 9
Two layers of sepia flashback now? When will it end??
Acts 1-2
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14
(ID in alt and under cut)
ID: 1. Series of flashbacks in sepia tone. Nandor stretching his arms out toward Guillermo, hissing in an attempt to be intimidating, while Guillermo shrugs in response, unaffected. Nandor and Guillermo sitting on either side of a chess board, Guillermo grinning happily as he moves a black knight and Nandor dropping his jaw in affront. Close up of Guillermo in a robe, glaring and dripping wet, as he drags a towel off his head. Guillermo standing in his vest and trenchcoat, stake in one hand and flashlight in another as he issues commands to someone behind him. Guillermo snorting and attempting to stifle a laugh as he stands at attention behind a sitting Nandor, Nandor glaring at him over his shoulder, embarrassed. Present Nandor's dialogue continues over the top: "He is always disrespecting me! He never lets me win at chess and is always undermining and disagreeing with me. We do not like all the same things and some of the things he likes are very stupid, but I do not tell him that. He is obstinate and petty and...and...and this new uppity attitude of his is very annoying."
2a. Flashbacks continue: Waist up of Guillermo in a cardigan, smiling mischievously as he gestures with two pointer fingers. Waist up of Guillermo in his vest and trenchcoat flaring behind him, eyes focused and serious on the viewer. Close up of Guillermo sleeping in his wedding outfit, head lolled forward on his chest and jacket pulled over him like a blanket, a crude penis drawn on his forehead. Waist up of Guillermo in his versace shirt grinning shyly at the viewer as he adjusts the gold watch on his wrist. Multiple faded shots of Nandor and Guillermo from the previous act, Guillermo practically sitting in his lap as they lean closer and closer. Present Nandor's dialogue continues: "Like, 'oh, I killed a few vampires and lived without you for a year and I didn't even miss you'. And now acting like he is so strong...and clever...and handsome...and selfless... And the thought of him leaving me is like a stake through my chest - stakes that he is always sharpening, by the way! And it is not as sexy as he thinks it is! Love is supposed to feel good! It is supposed to be easy; it is not supposed to hurt like this! And I... I..." 2b. Bursting into focus and out of the sepia is one last memory of Guillermo from Nandor's POV, hair disheveled, eyes red and tired but pulled wide and shining as he stares at the viewer in shock and awe, whispering, "You love me."
3a. Close up of Nandor back in the present on a mottled brown background, a bloom of white forming a halo behind his head. His hands pause on a lock of hair he had been anxiously tugging at - the same lock he had gripped in the final part of act 2. He stares into the distance as his eyes widen and shine with wonder, cheeks flushing purple. He says aloud, "I am...in love with Guillermo?" 3b. Repeat, smaller, as Nandor looks up and glares, flustered, at the crew offscreen, spluttering "Why are you exchanging currency? I'm having a big revelation over here!" /end ID
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I love your blog sm❤️ I love your Halo hcs they are the best and You’re like one of the only blogs that has written for the bayverse Megatron and for that, I think you amazing🥹 Whenever you feel like it, do you think you could write more bayverse megatron x reader? Absolutely no pressure and take all the time you need❤️
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Take my heart. Bayverse Megatron is one of my favorite versions, so it’s nice to see someone request more HCs for him! (Well, I guess I’m writing again lmfao) I will admit, my views on him have kind of changed, so these might be different from the first set of headcanons I wrote.
Trigger warning for abuse.
During the war, Megatron could only see the blinding promise of power. He craved it like it was the energon that flowed through his inner pipe-lines, but… admittedly, despite his never-ending rampage for his next fix for absolute control, he does have an inner weakness that he’d rather die than reveal to those that serve him: his S/O.
His S/O would struggle with this version of Megatron. He was undoubtedly ruthless, far more than any other version of Megatron, and this extends partially to them. He can be abusive, both physically and verbally, and depending on how his emotions festered within him that day dictates how bad it can get. It’s agonizing, oh painfully so. I would never blame S/O if they one day decide to abandon the cause, for any sliver of the Megatron they once knew was seemingly gone.
Oh but that wasn’t the case. Despite all the things he does, his spark mourns for the times before the war, before the Fallen had entered his processor and twisted his mind into shattered pieces. There will be times that his spark breaks through, temporarily silencing the raging thoughts that echoed inside his helm, and this is where he shows weakness. He knows all of the things he’s done and how he’s hurt his S/O, and so, his care is so tender, so genuine. His digits would grace over his S/O’s platings with the utmost care, even as they trembled violently - the emotions boiled within Megatron, oh Primus, what has he done to them?
During these soft moments, he orders the other Cons that he and his S/O are not to be disturbed, any sign of disobedience will be immediately punished with a torturous death.
His S/O would be pampered beyond belief while his spark shines through. He shows his love through acts of service, whatever they need him to do, Megatron would do it without any question or hesitation. The only thing he has slight reluctance to is cuddling. His body was mangled and mutilated into a twisted version of his previous self, sharpened blades and riddled with cracks of silver. It’ll take coaxing, but he’ll cave, and he’d melt if his S/O would give him words of affirmation - he needs it, he desperately does.
Whenever he falls back into his tyrannical mindset, it’s painfully hard to suddenly switch back to how it was before his spark broke control. He acts the same as how he was before, but it’s as though part of him has softened. Megatron’s processor despises this feeling and will take it to his late grave, but he feels strangely at peace, a sense of tranquility he never knew could feel so alluring amongst the calamity of war. It makes him feel weak, and he loathes it, wishing to rip apart his frame just to claw out this specific feeling. But he can’t, and now whenever he tries to be the ruthless tyrant towards his S/O, his inner workings shatter. He can’t reveal this weakness, no, he can’t, if he could barely handle himself causing pain to them, then how would he even handle the other Decepticons tormenting, torturing, or even killing his S/O?
No, he won’t let it happen. He would try his hardest to show how much he ‘hates’ his S/O, and that they were a fool to ever believe that things could go back the way it came. But he can feel the anguish brewing. How he so desperately wished things could go back to the way they were.
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I'm no deity, please understand.
teyvat was monochrome; colorless; an uninteresting world with no spice. the world building was detailed yet not at the same time. the mountains are tall as ever, and the oceans and sunset blend black and white gorgeously as if they work partners for it. all these magnificent views and the archons wondered, what is truly missing?
it's just an ordinary day. well, no actually, happy birthday for those that day. your mother birthed you as a mere human, and took care of you as just another mortal. your academic grades are pretty good, but not enough to catch another one's attention. summary is, you are just like others.
you experienced gifted kid's burnout by the time your mother left, now desperately thirsting over compliments and praises, it's even worse than ever. but once again, you're just like others, so you've grown up with nothing in particular that sharpens you over anyone else. how did you get on this point?
it's three am. you sat on your bed and gaze out the window, you're lucky enough to have a magnificent view, you always reminded yourself. frustration hits you for the second time in the same hour, it's not your fault that the school project is too hard to your liking.
the thing is, it's to invent something, anything, no rules or requirements whatsoever, and that's what made it so difficult. you are lost without guidance, from your mother and the education, you're not that of a creative type afterall.
another forty five minutes rolled in like wind, the thought of the night transitioning into morning is making you sick. just, how fast time truly flies?
time truly flies? time truly flies.. oh, that's it! you grinned a genuine expression of relief, you've finally got an idea for the project! another step to do, you need to write an essay about the theory, since proving it physically is rather.. difficult.
goddamn, your seatmate didn't note you that it's this difficult?! you swore quietly, gritting your teeth as a huff of another frustration rushes over. your eyes wondered on your room to find source of relaxation, cringing as you just realized how messy your room is, though oddly enough you know just where a thing is placed. accidentally, you held your gaze to the clock as it replied by showing the time; 4:13 am.
silent fucker, you insulted it. you spent another seven minutes thinking if your essay would succeed. your final decision is to rip the papers and clean up after your tools, before settling in to bed.
you woke up with a sore body. you just dreamed of chasing the distant dream which you forget by now, though you remember a piece where a figure looks too similar with you, though wearing the finest clothes and a crown— halo, placed upon their head. it's a weird dream that you had to admit, but you knew better than to stay in bed and wait until you're late.
you did your usual routine; prepare to bath, shower and brush your teeth, almost slipping the slippery floor once you get out, do your clothes and brush your hair in a way you favor, then go downstairs to treat yourself a cereal.
by the time you're ready to go, you forgot how you ripped apart your essay's papers. goddamn, you murmured to yourself. though worried, your ignorant self dominated other emotions, resulting an I don't care declaration to yourself, then walk alone to your school
it's monochrome, stays the same as ever. you've been familiar with this world for as long as you remember, and also until you're skilled enough to know which monochromatic shade resembles the seven archons, despite how nerdy it sounds.
it's as if you've teleported right to your class. time passes until the first lesson, science, something you're not a big fan of. it's either the class itself or the teacher, you're unsure with yourself. the teacher continued on whatever today's topics are, but your mind is dozed off to the essay due today, specifically after this science class.
you didn't pay any attention, hence why you looked like a dear about to get hit when everyone's scattered to make whatever liquid they wanted. not wanting a judgemental gaze from the teacher, you hurriedly takes an empty table— which is unfortunately on the front row, but you couldn't care enough.
you started on mixing whatever is on the table, ignorance taking over once again, whispering as if gaslighting you into forgetting the possible side effects. it worked. a small exploison from yours occured. flabbergasted and on instinct, you used your vision to protect yourself upon it. the contact made a universal change in teyvat unbeknownst to you.
silence filled the room, your classmates looking just as flabbergasted as the teacher. you peered over to your desk, expecting ruined materials but no, it's.. a..?
you're not sure what it's called. it's not monochromatic; it's not a shade of black, gray nor white. it's vibrant, brilliant, determined and brave..!
wh- did you just describe something that you don't even know exist? either way, the sounds of clapping echoed throughout the room, both from your classmates and the teacher, and some occasional yells of woohoo following.
the teacher approached you, asking if you know what it is, and if not, what would you call it?
you froze in place. you don't know what it is but, what would you call it? out of panic, you stumbled upon your words, muttering a series of nonsense.
the teacher raised an eyebrow, confused on your behavior. she then caught on a word that got her particular attention. a color, she repeated your words. you just sent another eyebrow raise at her, humming a confused tone.
the teacher congratulated you and another round of claps followed after. time, you swore, is like an illusion. direct government officials under the archon's orders arrived to school to keep safe the color. the name of the substance left an unfamiliar mark on your tongue. it sounds weird, you chuckled to yourself. later on, they began in questioning you about your creation, is what they called it, which you then answered with everything that truly happened.
they took you in, labeled you as a Genius Savior for saving teyvat, they quoted, though you're still left confused by whatever has happened. you met your nation's archons, hell, those government officials even said that you would meet the remaining archons in the near future! what the hell?! you, a mere human, boring individual, just like others, nothing special of mortal, gets to meet all the archons?!
you are nervous. you sat on your throne, it was a custom one ordered by your nation's archons, saying that's the least they can do as to thank you. the fancy and high quality clothes doesn't feel like it belongs to you, rather more like borrowing it. you felt out of place, since none of the other archons use a similar styled clothing like yours.
the archons formally held a conversation between them, occasionally mentioning your name as if inviting you over. you answered their questions humbly and decline their offer kindly, you don't want to anger an archon afterall.
celestial angels arrived at the building, one holding a shiny crown that you swore felt familiar. the archons had stood up and bowed before your panicked state. you stood up, mainly because the absence of guidance on what to do, and because of formalities. the angels stepped closer to you, smiling on your mortal figure. you are confused as ever, just what is going to happen?
they placed the crown on your head. why? you asked yourself. it was hard on resisting the urge to ask here and there. afternoon turned evening and you've gone bored from the ceremony. later did you know, that your life would change for eternity.
no, it was beyond mortal mind! you're just a mere founder, now whatever they gave you titles..! you're not God of Colors, you're not Teyvat's Savior, why couldn't they understand?!
you are no deity, then you hope them to understand someday.
#SNEZHNOEL. post#genshin#genshin impact#genshin concept#genshin idea#sagau#sagau concept#sagau idea#the ending is rushed but i hope it doesn't ruin the mood in a big span of#y'all i'm back#y'all i'm dead
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i have been loved but i cannot love.
I have my first lover's tongue; she taught me how to run my mouth like a sailor. It was a sneaky virus, one that planted curses and insults and swears into my spine where it lies dormant. Through her breath I have been infected with her tongue — and it spreaded to my eyes too, she never turned her head — I eye people with disdain, glaring at them sideways — I have no care in the world. She rammed a wooden chair against the classroom window once, her wrath extending to the shattered glass that lay like a butterfly's broken wings. Her tongue speaks of rage and bitterness and hurt, and through it I can taste the way she cried in her room, helpless as the only person who loved her in her childhood left, the way she speaks of her alcoholic mother who spends her money on amethyst beds and private jets instead of even casting a loving glance at her. She is broken, her tongue is sharp — I break, I sharpen my tongue.
I have my twin's eyes, she guides me with my pen — my pen is hers, and hers mine. I see the world partially in her saturated lens, the leaves shades of lime and chartreuse and viridian green, her cheeks pink like the light stain of cherry juice on someone's fingers when she smiles awkwardly, her lips twitching a little. Nothing is dull with the way she sees the world; in each corner of the street, where a sparrow is perched on the overhang like dust clinging to wool, or where a dove is nested in the twisted embrace of the branches, I can hear her point and say "that's a ringneck dove" or "did you know that house sparrows could swim?" She knows I see her in a stray cat wandering the pavements, staring at me with wide, knowing eyes, a glint of mischief reflecting off the amber. Light twinkles in her breath. She is quiet, but she sees, she watches, she knows, and her pen runs on paper like water on rocks.
I have my best friend's heart. Through her my arteries sigh and blood circulates in them — she is brilliant, a miracle the way humans should have never existed according to the laws of entropy, but she does. There is a halo tangled in her once-black-now-blue hair that feels like lemon mint lollies and glows like a sweaty summer sheen, one that I never ran my fingers on. They manifest like horns, like a gentle crescent — like an angel, a peregrine, she spreads her wings and let meteor showers pierce them instead of me. The safety of knowing I could always depend on her, the safety of knowing I could wander and roam and be lost and be free and be found by a lighthouse by the water — it thunders like a steady heartbeat, and a gentle heart thunders.
I am pieced together by so much love, love that was fresh rain, love that was a dwindling flame, love that went far and wide and always became — love that was a forgiving thunderstorm, love that was an arsonist's lullabye, love that cradled nothing but void and never came. Love rolls off me like sweat and oil, yet I love like sandpaper on skin, like an old farmer's callous palms. I cannot trace my fingertips on someone's skin without scraping them with my sharp nails. I cannot give a tender compliment without a sharp retort — I know I am not a lover, because I have been loved with cruelty and mercy and suffering and bliss. I have only loved with me, and me alone.
Like a tumultuous sea I am no lover. I punish with harsh waves, I overthrow boats and ships until canvas sails lay tattered on the blue. I love with my hands, the part of me that was always mine, rough and untouched and never softened, and I rob the breath from their lungs until I become oxygen itself. I am not God, but oh, would I love by nailing myself to a cross, I would love angry and gory and bloody and mean if it would mean anything more. Forgiving is the word I would look for, and love is nothing but ruthless, and I am everything but ruthless.
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I would love a trick. Thank you so much absolute fab of your writing 🫀🔥✨
Ho ho... hoe? no. Here's your trick dear!
Unnaturally Flaming
The Man Harry Didn’t Know was sitting on an armchair, one leg over the other, and had everyone’s eyes glued to his every last movement like some grotesque sort of tennis game, where the player was so hot the ball itself melted. He was wearing something incredibly short that looked like nothing in particular, a hint of a skirt and the loosest top, providing a generous view of his unbelievably long legs and his impossibly fit torso. He had a thin, black, expensive-looking tail and two elegant horns curving out of his long hair. What was worse, he was looking at him. Summoning with one long, delicate finger curling: Harry went without fully thinking it through, and stood there gaping like a fish. He forgot how to speak for five whole minutes.
The—revelation—laughed. “What’s your name, angel?”
“I’m Harry,” in a tiny voice he didn’t even recognise. Miles of ivory skin glimmered in a way that was actually, literally smoking, tiny little tendrils rising constantly as if it was on fire. The curve of his perfectly-sculptured shin was mesmerising. “Who—”
“Call me Draco,” said Draco. The way he moved made every muscle in Harry’s body tense. His long hair fanned over his shoulder, liquid almost and impossibly bright in the dim room. Worse were his eyes, molten silver, worse was his smile, sharp canines, sharpening.
“Draco,” Harry murmured, just to say it out loud.
“It sounds heavenly coming out of your mouth,” Draco smirked, then offered his hand. “Well? Are you going to give me a tour of the place?”
Harry’s palm was sweaty and his fingers practically twitching. He took the hand, of course, what else, frantically fixing the plastic halo sticking at an odd angle on his head, helplessly drawing closer. “This is the living room,” with a grand gesture at the people, dancing or shouting the lyrics to Luna’s songs or drinking or whatever-ing, all so pale and lifeless in comparison to the man walking besides him. “Kitchen, Ron’s room over there, drinks, bathroom, foosball, and this,” throwing the door closed and then himself at it, already breathless, “is my room.”
“Lovely,” Draco grinned. “I like your bed. It seems sturdy.”
“Who are you?” Harry asked, belly so tight with desire he didn’t even recognise. “What would someone like—like you be—”
“I happen to love Halloween parties,” Draco sighed, rolling a lock of his hair on a finger. Harry’s blood burned, heart exploding in his chest with every beat: have to have him, have to—“Oh, my,” Draco said in a faux-concerned tone, giving Harry a look from under his impossibly-long eyelashes. “Are you all right, Harry? Your breathing’s gone so hard all of a sudden.”
Hard, he was, everything was so incredibly, maddeningly hard. Like thinking of, words, like forming a sente—lost it again when Draco came closer. Crowding Harry at the door, and he smelled like, like cinnamon, like sage and like fire. Harry gave out a whimper, so out of control he nearly burst: the touch of Draco’s hand on his skin was ice-cold, was pure bliss.
“Little darling,” Draco cooed, sprinkling tiny, teasing kisses on the bridge of his nose, the shell of his ear, the crook of his neck. “Do you want me to help?”
“H-help?”
Draco’s hand on his straining cock under the flimsy white toga made him actually squeal.
“Oh, baby. May I?”
Breathing was—Harry—kicked his head so hard on the door he was tearing up. “What are you,” he whispered, helpless hands wrapping around Draco’s waist, the tight black fabric of his skirt rich and slippery under his fingers. Crushing their bodies closer: “Are you real?”
Draco chuckled, a soft sound. “Have you dreamed of me before, Harry?”
“Not—not you. Nothing was ever like you.”
“Oh?” leaning closer with an almost-curious look. “What did you dream of, then, angel? Tell me. I can be anything you’d like. I can make all your—”
“What?” laughing, feeling a bit hysterical, “are you serious? You’re the most—Draco, if you don’t touch me right now I think I’ll go crazy.”
Draco hummed appreciatively. “Crazy,” he whispered. “And where would you like me to touch you? here?” hand running down his chest till it found a hardened nipple. “Or maybe—” breathing in Harry’s face, “Here?”
He was tickling him. This absolutely insane, gorgeous creature was tickling him, and Harry had no air and no thoughts and nothing at all but a sizzle of something raw and sweet, something destructive. Frantically he squirmed, then, with a sudden flash of all his long-melted strength, grabbed Draco by the hips and hoisted him up, laughing and shrieking in the air.
Deliriously, Harry threw them both on the bed (Draco wasn’t light at all and the best thing he’s ever had in his arms). For a moment he just crouched above him, enamoured and trying to commit this to memory, flushed cheeks and silky hair, sharp jaw and sharper nose. Grey eyes, molten silver, and a worse smile, roasting hot.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked in a sultry, impossible to bear voice. Harry was grinning too much for proper kisses, but he smacked his lips to Draco’s palm, hysterical and determined.
“What,” laughing now, “in mighty hell are you doing, angel?”
Harry shrugged, drunk on his Irn-Bru and Draco’s spicy cologne. “Is this okay?”
“I thought you had an urgent situation to attend to.”
Yeah, he was harder than he’d ever been in his life. Running his hand delicately down Draco’s collarbone: “Can I do this first?”
Draco sighed, made a show out of leaning back, with his hair now all over the pillow and his smile that gleamed even in the dark. “All yours,” he said, and Harry died a little. It was all—everything was so—ensnared and delirious with it Harry leaned forward and kissed him. Draco tasted of smoke, of metal, of cinnamon, and Harry pledged in his heart: his.
#drarry fic#rated... M#Robin's trick or treat#999 words#succubus draco#completely overwhelming our human harry#don't worry they make it work#rockingrobin69
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sharpen your fangs on my knife, beloved (derogatory)
robin should have left as soon as she saw the halo of curls ducking behind the edge of an alley. she should have kept walking. she was already late to the lower court meeting. except the way pale fingers lingered on the bricked corner, brushing slow across the grooves, seemed like an invitation. she just wasn’t sure what she was being invited to. and that was enough reason to follow.
she rounded the corner into the darkness without hesitation. she did not flinch when the hot metallic scent of blood fogged up her senses, growing stronger as she walked down the littered path. the end of the alley gave way to a rusted fence, a broken chain tethering its gate. on the otherside was a set of stone stairs leading down into a drainage tunnel. cold leaked out of the entrance, pooling around her ankles. the scent of blood carried with the chill, twisting around the hunter. like it was taunting.
with anger itching up her throat she spat, “are you ready to atone, leech?”
only silence responded. robin untangled the chain, pushed open the gate and coiled it back. she glowered into the darkness awaiting her, her fingers pulling the silver knife from its concealment. as the last light of day reflected on the blade, she descended the stairs.
she only needed to blink a few times before her eyes adjusted and she could see the space around her. she scanned the area, frowning when she realized she would have to go deeper to find the vampire. she took a step into the tunnel, thankful the running water didn’t cover the tops of her shoes. it would be harder to explain wet clothes to her covenant upon her return.
robin walked on, her blade still drawn. it was quiet except for the movement of water and the slosh of her shoes. she was deep enough that the last rays of daylight were swallowed by the dark. her vampire still nowhere to be found. she squeezed the handle of the knife in frustration, kicking at the water.
“don’t slow down now, birdie.”
robin whirled in the darkness, seeking out the voice, she returned the taunt: “you should of bought me dinner before inviting me to your home.”
“wouldn’t you be my dinner?”
she almost missed the direction the sound was coming from. hot blush had spread across her face at the husk in nancy’s voice. almost missed it. she oriented herself towards the way the sound had bounced, letting out a shaky breath: “they don’t let your type have a choice on the last meal.”
robin stalked through the passage, her eyes locking onto a faint glow coming from a split in the drainage system. at the branch of the new tunnel, she sucked in a breath, the scent of death immediately overwhelmed her senses. her head felt like it was going to burst with the overwhelming rot. she coughed, trying to get the taste out of her mouth.
“you sound like a cat hacking up a fur ball. shouldn’t you have a better stomach for this kind of work?” nancy. at some point on entering the new tunnel, robin had braced her hand against the cold wall, doubled over while she coughed up the stench. the vampire was perched above her, tucked into a barred alcove separating the surface drain from the deeper tunnel. the dying light of day ghosted the edges of her curls and painted her as a saint.
another cough and then robin slowly straightened, wiping her hand holding the knife across her mouth. “wheeler, what is this? your little murder lair?”
“wouldn’t you be so lucky,” the vampire leered down, the shadow cutting across her face, “i see you brought a knife to a gunfight.”
“and yet you’re the one running.”
this got her attention. the vampire glowered, a crease deepening between her brows as she took the bait. she unfurled herself from the alcove, landing on her feet with the ease of a cat. and now she was pushing into robin’s space, the surprise of proximity and anger forcing the hunter to take a step back into the wall.
“i’m not a coward.” something dark raged in her eyes. robin was reminded that nancy’s beauty was something to write home about. she was a squall wind come drag the ship to hell, she was the enemy’s gun cold against robin’s skull, the taste of fever boiling out her insides. she was death wrapped in the prettiest smile. a siren song. her favorite song.
no. no, she was just a vampire. a vampire with a thrall that robin couldn’t shake. the most dangerous kind of vampire.
nancy was all consuming, and now she had robin backed against the wall, her fangs bared. robin balked under the enormity of the vampire’s presence, the shadows weighing her down. the hunter’s hand moved on instinct, righting the blade to threaten the enemy, to create space, but nancy’s hands moved quicker.
nancy bit her palm into the silver blade and pressed it into robin’s forearm. only the faintest of grimaces indicated the vampire was in pain, but robin let out a hiss at the contact. nancy held the blade, pinning robin’s arm to the wall. her other hand wrapped over robin’s throat. the vampire’s fingers flexed, the cold biting down into the hunter. robin arched slightly into nancy’s hold on instinct - the wrong instinct - but the movement dilated the vampire’s eyes. robin’s free hand went to fist the front of nancy’s shirt, bunching the fabric at her hip with the intent to push her away, but her fingers grazed the vampire’s skin and her hand stayed.
but nancy wasn’t looking at her anymore. something was changing on her face, something was chasing out the anger. robin frowned, searching for a hint on what she had been invited into. nancy always had a reason. but nancy wasn’t looking at her anymore. the vampire’s hold on the knife loosened, but as soon as robin went to move, the blade was being pushed back into her arm. robin stilled and managed to grind out, “why did you bring me here?”
nancy wasn’t looking. she was slowly relaxing her grip on robin’s neck, trailing her cold touch along the vulnerable flesh, until resting on robin’s collarbone, her thumb grazing the dip in the hollow of robin’s throat.
“what is this place? what do you want?”
robin pushed her arm against the vampire’s hold, the prolonged contact causing her skin to buzz. the bite of the knife was the only thing grounding her thoughts from the haze nancy was casting. she needed out.
“look at me.” it was a whine, a plea.
the vampire fidgeted, “no.”
frustration spat out: “nancy, look at me.”
she finally made eye contact, a surprised fear widening her eyes. she had seen something flicker in the reflection of robin’s eyes that looked too much like herself. she didn’t want clarity. and yet… robin’s words were hot iron in her brain. demanding a response. she was unable to resist the command.
she was close enough that she could count the constellations of freckles jeweled in robin’s face. she was close enough to see her reflection in cold, defiant eyes. her reflection. it was like looking into eden. nancy blinked, her stomach rolling, wishing it was just a trick of the light.
and robin said, “good girl. was that so hard?”
robin was looking down at her through lidded eyes, a smirk ghosting the corners of her mouth, nancy’s hand stilled where it had begun playing with the edge of robin’s shirt collar. the vampire’s brain short-circuited.
they were close enough to be sharing the same breath, and robin’s eyes flickered down towards nancy’s lips. her mouth was the same shape as a fist: curved, clenched, a threat. robin wanted it to be an open palm, thought about the way her fingers could fit between tongue and teeth. thought maybe nancy wouldn’t be such a menace if her mouth was busy. but right now, her mouth wasn’t busy and the vampire’s thoughts were finally stuttering back into coherency, “you followed me.” almost coherency.
“you wanted me to.”
nancy dropped her hand from the knife, robin didn’t miss it when the vampire flinched from the removal of the blade, but the hand lingering around robin’s collarbones stayed.
robin responded in kind, letting go of nancy’s shirt in exchange for slipping her fingers into the vampire’s belt loop to keep her from stepping away. there was a burning in her injured arm when she brought it down from the wall, she keeps it pressed against the cool concrete when it rests at her side, still clenching the blade handle.
she chanced a glance at nancy’s knife wound before the vampire could hide it. her palm is blistered, puckered red with smears of black blood already drying. robin hated the way her body fought to soothe it. to tend to nancy. to tend to a vampire.
instead something snide wiggled out of robin’s mouth because she wants nothing to do with the tenderness welling in her heart. it’s low, the words hot under breath, the comment is too targeted, too close, too biting. because she didn’t know how to ask nancy why her thrall affected her so much. but she knew the right words to resurrect the anger.
and the pendulum swung the wrong way. robin miscalculated. nancy recoiled, her lip pulled back in disgust and she bared her teeth. nancy backtracked until her body connected with the opposite wall, “you have no idea what you’re talking about.”
regret sprung hot down robin’s throat, robbed her of any helpful words. she stuttered a response, trying to find a way to bring nancy back, bring them both back, to that moment when nancy looked at her like she had stars for eyes. but nancy is now a feral thing arching its back, fur fluffed, hissing. there wasn’t a going back.
“you can figure it out on your own,” nancy sneered before blurring out of the tunnel.
robin’s knuckles connected with the concrete, the hurt taking the space of anger. she had ruined it again. she rested her forehead against the cold wall, inhaling sharply, forgetting the rot drifting on the breeze from the overhead grates. she immediately regretted her decision to breathe.
she turned her face slightly, squinting her eyes into the darkness of the tunnel. towards the direction of the stench. she had expected another wave of disgust at the smell, but an instinct she wasn’t quite acquainted with had her swiping her tongue over her teeth, saliva pooling in her mouth. no, that isn’t right.
she shook her head, tried to clear out the weird that seems to hover whenever she’s been around nancy.
“get it together.” robin mumbled, balling her hands into fists and walking further down the tunnel. she’s sure nancy will come back later… not too convinced the vampire isn’t hovering just out her line of sight. but curiosity has won out her current focus.
it was only a few more paces down the tunnel until she froze. goosebumps crawled down her arms. there, in the dimly lit tunnel, were three barred chambers. three barred chambers that were not empty.
“not a murder lair my ass.”
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whats pocket pals? i tried googling it and got everything from diy little plushes to a knife sharpener
oh hai inbox jumpscare- UHM pocket pals are a closed myo species! which means theyre an oc species that you can only create charcters for if you have permission by the owners and follow a certain set of rules !
theyre based on like... old virtual pet toys like tamagotchis and stuff !! unless you specifically look on toyhouse you prolly wont find anythaaang... so heres the link to the th world https://toyhou.se/~world/134024.pocket-pals-inc , idk if you cant view certain th things without having an account so liek... heres the basic rundown of the species illustrated by the owners !!
you can do a looot with pocket pals and ive posted a few of my sillie guys in the past.... the range they have is pretty much unlimited as long as its within the species owners rules/limitations ofc skghsgkhs they also have liek... a fake currency you can get for free everyday/participating in events so you can buy traits to further add to ur designs liek for example... a pet for ur pal or limb enhancements or halos or whateva....
here are the guys ive made so far!
i can include shrimp when i get her "myo slot" aka a permission to make her Real and included in the species' world :)
the discord also has new guest artists every month who create designs to sell for whatever they want and i have been trying to get on teh guest artist team so bad so i can get some money and continue surviving skghgkhs
anyway if you ever wanna get into myo's uhmmm godspeed they can be really tricky and i am literally only in pocket pals because of that skghgkhs but!! pocket pals are quite a big community with a discord n all that so you have a lot of info and ppl to interact with over oc's ^_^
it is mainly a toyhouse based community tho so you'd need to get one of those fiiiirst before anything else....
if u have any other questions tho lmk !! :] im not. the biggest myo head but i have a bestie who Is who i can always bug if u have specific questions i cannot answer....
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Is it possible for you to do a tutorial on how to sharpen screencaps from photopea?
Under the cut is me showing you how to do this sharpening in photopea. If this helps you then please like / reblog. Any questions, requests, and more can be sent to my ask box.
FILTER > SHARPEN > SMART SHARPEN. The gif shows you where to go and what to click for this one. You'll want to go to the top bar where the word filter is and click which will bring up a drop down menu where you'll want to find the word SHARPEN. It will bring up it's own section and that is where I'd pick smart sharpen.
AMOUNT : 200%
RADIUS : 2.5
I personally wouldn't go any higher than a 2.5 radius when it comes to sharpening but these are the settings that I use for this image.
So you might be wanting to know what smart sharpening is and does. I found a definition on google that might help you out.
"Smart Sharpen can detect edges, so it sharpens edges without sharpening noise. It also creates thinner, less noticeable halos around edges, resulting in a cleaner image." this definition comes from photoshopessentials but I feel like it is important
Depending on what you are doing would also depend on how sharp you want your pictures. For smaller things like discord icons, tumblr avatars, and more, I recommend it being sharper than you normally would just because details are lost when things are small as compared to large. For things that are a little bit larger, there is the ability to see things clearer and you'll notice if something is a tad too sharp easier so going easier on the sharpening is my recommendation.
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y'know what. for funsies. a list of all the inhuman traits i've given tommy over time.
*emotional glowy halo thing, yellow is happy, blue is sad, etc.
*uncanny valley mf, like i just said. eyes glow, inner mouth
glows a bit too, sharpened teeth and slightly pointed ears.
*you can't hold his gaze without going kinda crazy, (literal).
*weirdly strong? gordon watched him punch through a big
turret gun thing to break it so it'd stop shooting them once.
*can teleport himself and objects short distances, likes to app
-ear behind people for the bit. can float things if he rlly focuses.
*might have acidic blood. he said this once on the blog unpro
-mpted and i still can't tell if he was joking or not. god bless.
*cute little nubby wings, usually hidden under his shirt!
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*gourger crawls my way into your inbox* so you like the demon boyo yes-
Well then! Allow me to give you a stage by stage walk through of my half-asleep thought process behind his various phases, all of which were hastily doodled into MS Paint just a mere 20ish minutes before I was forced to Go To Work and Be An Adult and Do My Job.
ahem
Stage 1: A boy.
In this stage, c!Tommy is at his default state as a lil(read: 6'3 feet) tall teen boy with angelic features. Soft bluish wings, glowing eyes, golden halo, general holy aura, you get the idea. He's a very typical angelinnit with general chommy cute-isms all across the board. he's the best! what a guy
Stage 2: A boy but something's Off
As noted in my very accurate very much not scuffed timeline graphic, this stage doesn't differ too heavily from the first. There are only 2 differences: Tommy's height and the desaturation of his colors. He's pale. His hair begins to thin. The feathers start to dark and droop on his wings, and the normally calm, melodic hum of his halo takes on more of a white noise-esque buzz. He grows a bit. It's fine, he's a Big Man, it's normal to have a little growth spurt from time to time. Oh yeah. and horns.
that is when we move on to when things start to get Maybe A Bit Worse.
Stage 3:
Golden hair turns to muted white. He's twice as tall and the seams of his cardigan start to tear each time he moves. He has a tail and long, deep crimson horns. His hair is thin and falls in paler yet paler strands after being left to grow out for so long. This is likely the stage he reached around the midpoint of exile. He probably didn't stay too close to the Prime Log bell too often after cDream killed Mushroom Henry. The beach party incident probably didn't help either. Even the most devote can suffer from shaken faith...
This is when his eyes start to shift in color. In exile they were lifeless blue-gray, but here they take on a greenish tone. Sadly it isn't a green that's particularly lush or lively. It's more oily. A leaking, vacant smear.
He's starting to lose a few darkly colored feathers.
Stage 4:
Oh.
Oh no.
It'll surprise you to know he's never used those sickle claws. He's always been careful when they get that way. He moves slowly and carefully and keeps his head low so as to fit through doors. His feathers are all gone and what's left is leathery black. There's a sharpened edge to the tip of his tail, but he's never used that, either.
His halo has gone completely dark.
It doesn't buzz.
It doesn't make a sound.
It gives off a garbled, staticy roar whenever something sets him off. But otherwise he's dead silent.
Stage 5:
I couldn't fit this one in visually. But! In my mind, I imagine the best term to describe it would be "bloated", as this stage is just before that last bit of holy influence wears off and releases the fully formed demonic essence. It's the last safety strap, as it were. Tommy in this stage is a walking anxiety-riddled PTSD addled bundle of demonic C4, and oh lordy, does he act like it. Boy is shaky. He curls up into the nearest corner and rocks there while dark patches pulse under his skin and his wings stretch without him moving them. It is painful. Big owie.
and finally...
Stage 6:
Tommy's body is gone. There's just shadow, dark, and shifting, writhing ink. His form is amorphous and takes the generally qualities of a gaseous blob, one that has the vague shape of horns that frame a now furious red halo.
Sometimes he has a hint of his actual face.
But most of the time, it's just a jagged mouth and two large eyes that are on the front of his body's large "head".
In this form, Tommy's voice takes on a layered quality. It sounds like it comes from everywhere. Like there are multiple throats through which he cries and screams. And of course he screams, because having your body unravel like this causes so, SO much fucking pain. You'd thrash around violently too if your whole physical form just exploded!
Each time he reaches this stage, the darkness erupts out as he essentially explodes. However. It's important to note that the explosion itself never hits people nearby it they are those Tommy cares about. It avoids them seemingly without him evening meaning for it to, the dark banes of energy swirling around Tubbo and Ranboo and weaving their ways harmless past Wilbur, Sam, Quackity, etc.
And Dream.
It doesn't hit him either when Tommy transforms inside the prison.
Hm.
How very, very interesting :)
Context for the au ! [Link 1, Link 2]
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Terrible Things by Brick + Mortar - 💐
FLOWER ANON
now i am going to talk about my unhinged baby Beatrice because i have the question of what happens to Beatrice if Ava never walks out of that morgue just repeating in my mind
"sometimes i think of doing terrible things/ i know i shouldn't think it but i do anyway"
for one thing. i think love brings out the violence in Beatrice. i think duty brings out her self-sacrifice and love brings out the violence. consider the difference between the hallway fights.
1. the "faith is my business" fight she disarms a corridor of hired security forces without fatally injuring anyone. not easy, but within her abilities. she's fighting for duty here. she's not trying very hard to live through it; she's an arrow and someone else has loosed her on the world. she takes no responsibility for it. just look at her in this scene. she's so tightly-wound. her face is shuttered & she is all purpose and fluid, clinical destruction. the fire the army sets to burn the gorse away so it doesn't choke the landscape.
2. the "you stand between me & ava" fight. she cuts them to pieces. she flicks blood up on the walls & she takes no pleasure in it but she does it & she strides on to find Ava. there is an openness to her here. she's feeling. she's in love and it changes everything. it makes her wade through blood. she gives them a chance to walk away, but she knows they won't. god, most of them probably can't. probably just the bodies of boys stuffed full of devils. she fights for love & it is much, much bloodier than duty.
if Ava never gets up off that table. if the halo passes to Lilith, who is all sunburn and sore teeth and the many colours of bruises. & Beatrice finds herself spiralling hard towards this girl, like she was always headed down but now she's going.
but they are not perfect halves of a whole. they are all jagged and sharp and resentful. they are also dying to be soft. but if the world hands you knives you have to sharpen them, & the world keeps coming up to them in the shape of weapons. & i think Beatrice is acting out of duty at first, but they're dragged together, & in nature some things are not supposed to touch and when they do, explosions.
eventually Beatrice is acting out of love, and the pair of them cannot help but chart a violent path to the same destination. & Beatrice is pried open by this girl, & it is very Losing my Religion by R.E.M - "the lengths that i will go to.../ losing my religion/ trying to keep up with you."
& in the end she is acting out of love again, & they are more dangerous so the world will not let them retreat quietly to switzerland, and have an apartment. no, they're two dozen dilapidated hotel rooms. they're a murder scene, & in the end Beatrice is faced with the decision that she'll make in any version of the truth, which is that, between losing what she loves and painting a room with blood, she'll always choose love.
#back on my blood-soaked bea bullshit#thank u flower anon!!#i swear i also have a soft avatrice fic in the works#with like zero blood#casper song recs#halo!lilith au
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bit random question but what songs would you use to describe the yanderes?
oo interesting 🤔🤔🤔
so his seems vv fun so ill also give specific lyrics!!! english translations for any kpop songs and links will be added.
(the amount of blackpink songs here is somehow too many for me cuz i want it to be showing their different sides and yet embarrassingly low for me cuz they ARE blackpink)
(is there only one english song? yes. is it taylor swift? yes. do i accept criticism for it? no. pls love me)
so ill give you the following; all four of the girls as songs (yan!mafia!pinks), the individual members as songs (Jisoo/Jennie/Rose/Lisa), and the four yandere couples as songs (y/n and [ Jisoo/Jennie/Rose/Lisa ]
as a group:
yandere!mafia!blackpink: Lovesick Girls by Blackpink
like this song, all four girls are one, playing a tune when their together that are four different stories tying together into the prefect tale. four girls longing for love and blood, living to die, alone and together.
We are the lovesick girls/I'm nothing without this pain
We were born to be alone/But why we still looking for love?
That fearless thrill returns once the pain subsides
as individual girls:
Jisoo: Antifragile by Le Sserafim
jisoo’s story shows that she’s completely antifragile. in a pop princess, rebel in ripped jeans kind of way as well as a slow ballad and smooth voices kind of way. jisoo is antifragile.
All I know is you can't chain me/'Cause I'm gonna break out
Walk like a majestic lion/Eyes glinting with so much desire
Don't underestimate the path I've walked/I go to ride 'til I die, die
Jennie: Blade by BIBI
jennie was born a weapon. she was raised being sharpened and shined to slice her enemies down. and damn if she didn’t embrace it and love it. she’s a blade to her enemies and for her sisters. she’s a weapon.
Razor instead of words, now you fucked up/Scream instead of words, better shut up
Take the money you run away/Shh not gonna let it happen
I am the blade, I'm that weapon
Park Chaeyoung/Rosé: Fairy Tale by Seori
rosé lives through her own fairytale. she grew up in one where she was made a villain by a poisoned hero. so she embraced her chosen role and became a true villain. in her own fairytale.
Dreams are bound to break/Why didn’t I know that?
Lost in the waves, but now I know/It’s just a fairy tale
Why is hope evil and sweet?/I’m always fooled, your lies
Lalisa Manobal/Lisa: Animal Farm by BIBI
lisa is a tiger hidden as a gazelle. a girl raised in a way that no one would ever associate her with where she is. a girl looked down on in her field as weak, but really she can devour her opponent in a bite, and kill with a sweep of her hand.
Am I a tiger or a gazelle?
Words of sin/Masks of hypocrisy/Overflowing in the ballroom
It might be beautiful/It might be grand/This might be right, this might be justice
as couples:
Jisoo: Crazy Over You by Blackpink
a fun song with a catchy beat that hides how quickly and flashing lyrics the obsession takes over, just like jisoo’s love for her SO. she took one look and from then fate was decided. she made her move and she collapsed with the board, falling crazy over her lover.
Once I finally made my move/I went crazy over you
I saw you/And knew what I was trying to do
Swear once you get a taste/You gon' take my place/And you'll love me crazy
Jennie: Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift
a romantic and sensual song about devotion and true love. hiding her true meaning between intricate vows and sweet obsession. this song encompasses jennie with its raw lyrics and smooth and sensual feel seemingly innocent but you can feel it, even if you can’t white place it.
For you, I would fall from grace/Just to touch your face/If you walk away/I'd beg you on my knees to stay
I'm insane, but I'm your baby/Echoes of your name inside my mind/Halo, hiding my obsession/I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy
Park Chaeyoung/Rosé: 28 Reasons by Seulgi
rosé enjoys her sweet little doll so much. hiding her intentions behind sweet smiles and words. glinting in her delight when she sees her lover squirm and cry. her lover is her toy and her true poisonous pleasure.
Mischievous and nervous eyes/It's so much fun to see you like that
Look at you helpless, feel so bad/I will show you heaven/I'm not the devil
Well, that's love, sweet and bitter/I ruin you and save you/Make your dreams come true
Lalisa Manobal/Lisa: Island by Youha
this song is soft and sweet, relaxing you into a state of calm. but it’s dangerous underneath, stealing away her lover in the night, in the island made for only the two. waking every morning and laying every night. you are her paradise and she is your island.
I want to have you on my white wallpaper/I want to ask how I look to you every day
I'm not afraid, everything is a paradise/That began between you and me
Don’t tell me right now that this feeling isn’t right/Cast a spell on you tonight/Oh, I'm your island
#yandere game#blackpink yandere#yandere blackpink#blackpink jennie#blackpink rosè#blackpink jisoo#blackpink lisa#yandere rosé#yandere jennie#yandere lisa#yandere jisoo
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pairing: eisara (moderately nsfw)
wc: 767
Sara etched at the page with the same tenacity as her love. (artist/muse au)
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“How do I look?”
Sara paused and leaned back, eyes adjusting once her nose was no longer flush with the canvas. Ei lay sprawled atop their bed a few feet away, sheets rumpled and forgotten down by her ankles; she was naked, glistening with sweat and haloed golden by early evening light.
They had woken late that morning, forgoing the day’s plans in favor of losing themselves in one another. Sara had pressed Ei into the mattress, trailing down her body with molten kisses until the sighs pouring from her parted lips grew throaty and deep. She picked the other woman apart and left her open and flush, gazing up through fluttering lashes a most lascivious sight. Sara perched above her, eyes gleaming with reverence; her fingers itched to immortalize the virtuous display.
The taller woman had leaned down, prying Ei’s mouth open with an apt tongue— so precise and ardent that Ei gripped the sheets above her own head, the phantom feel of Sara’s tongue traveling the planes of her body far too vivid a memory. Sara pulled back, brushing slickened lips against the jut of Ei’s cheekbone, whispering for her to stay still.
She was up and off the prone woman quickly, cool air pebbling exposed flesh, but Ei obeyed her request. Sara prepped her easel deftly— a gift from Ei herself, something to ring in the new year— sitting at a low rung stool and whittling away at dull charcoal until it was sharpened to her liking.
Sara eyed the curves of her muse’s body, hand moving across the page continuously until the face took shape, sketching the rough outline of the body. Ei now squirmed in wait, huffing when Sara still hadn’t answered her question.
The scratch of charcoal paused and she glanced up, eyes lowering back to the smudged lines before her, ears tipping pink when she smiled.
“It’s coming along rather nicely.”
“You know that’s not what I meant.” There was an obvious note of impatience in her voice— a voice so rich it had the power to ignite the embers of craving once more.
“You’re captivating, Ei.” The woman smiled at the praise, pushing her chest out and spreading her legs wider until Sara sputtered. “Good, just like that,” she spoke barely above a whisper, gripping the lip of the stool for grounding.
She worked furiously, taking care where Ei was soft and most open, breath growing shallow at the deepening flush of the other woman’s chest. It was a sort of foreplay, a way to tease without touch, and it never lost its charm.
Intimacy was found in the flick of her pencil, the loving way she pressed her adoration into the page— the same way she would carve into Ei later, far more visceral and impassioned than their first, second, or third collision.
Sara darkened the line of her legs and Ei was nearly panting, shifting tirelessly on the dampening sheets. “How much longer?”
“Patience,” Sara breathed, and Ei whined. “Just a little more.”
She ran her knuckle along the underside of the leg furthest from her, pressing in hard to shade darker at the crux of Ei’s legs; the other woman hiccuped around a gasp, the sound of it slamming into the walls of Sara’s own chest. A caress at her side, the birthmark below her eye, the wrinkles in the sheets where her toes curled, and each divot of skin where time had chiseled away to make her softer. Sara’s head had grown light.
“Sara, please.” She looked unto the other woman, mouth slackened and pupils blown, the tip of her pencil slipping at the look on Ei’s face.
A truly salacious glint in her eye; her frame trembled imperceptibly, eyes glistening with near-tears. The charcoal snapped, sliding thick and out of place down the canvas.
“Alright, ok,” Sara placated and stood, legs shaking as she approached the bed. Ei latched onto her with urgency, tugging until they fell together, crying out when the taller woman pressed charcoal-smudged hands to her skin.
Sara painted lines of black and grey across her body, streaking down her sides as she settled on her stomach, biting at flesh and burying deep between bruised thighs.
The drawing beside the bed sat untouched for the remainder of the evening, though Sara hadn’t had the heart to make changes later. It looked as though Ei were emerging out of smog, the clear cut of her face and torso alluring enough to disregard the way Sara’s lines grew shaky and imprecise.
Captivating where she lay— the whispers of pleasure on her swollen lips.
#suggestive#eisara#drabble#raiden ei#kujou sara#hopefully this is ~tasteful~ enough for tumblr to not flag this post :))
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