i do not own any of those pictures

Sigiling Selfies: How to Anti-Taglock Pictures of Yourself

So @dontusemycauldron mentioned this to me at some point, and it took a few days for it to really sink in. They told me how some people put sigils on their photos to prevent people from using them as taglocks for things like cursing. And I went, “well holy shit, that is fucking clever,” and proceeded to do it with every single one of my selfies I’ve posted to Tumblr. Not because I’m concerned, but I like to put faith in preventative measures. 

I decided I was going to show you guys how to do it - at least with SAI, because that’s the program I tend to use for art things now (and I can’t find a good crack of Photoshop anymore). However, any art or digital media program that makes use of layers and transparencies can be used for this technique.

First off, you want your sigils. I made two personal ones, and I also made two for Tumblr use. However, I’m going to recommend that you create your own sigils with your own statements of intent, if you can.

“This photo is bound from being used as a taglock.” 

“This photo is not successfully used as a taglock for cursing.”

Ideally, you want digital sigils with transparent backgrounds, so you can avoid as much visual disturbance to your picture - you don’t want people to see or know there is anything over top of it, right?

Anyway, now on to the (SAI) tutorial!

Open your selfie and your sigils; you can switch between them along the bottom of the SAI window. Copy and paste the sigils onto your picture. I do this by clicking on the sigil’s canvas, hitting Ctrl+A and then Ctrl+C, then selecting the canvas with the selfie and hitting Ctrl+V. I can show the screen commands, however, for those that aren’t so tech savvy:

The “paste” option is also in the “edit” menu, as you can see. When you’ve done that, your selfie should look something like this:

Well, you know, you won’t look like me…but your sigils will have pasted in the top left corner of your picture. And they’re very obviously visible. BUT fortunately we’re not done with it yet. 

Arrange your sigils over top of the face part of the selfie, however you want. I didn’t specify before, but the icon that looks like the cross with the arrows on each end (highlighted in blue here) :

…that’s the move tool; click on that, then on each separate layer, and you can move the layer around as you wish.) You definitely wanna do this before you change any of the transparency of the sigils, while you can still see them. Ultimately it doesn’t matter how you arrange them, just as long as they are on your face. Mine look like this:

It almost makes a heart shape, lol. So, those familar with SAI know where to look to see the layers. Mine were on the left-hand side by default, I know that is something you can change, however. They look like this:

On the bottom you can see the separate layers - your picture, and the sigils each on their own layer. Above that, you can see the “mode” and “opacity” tools. Those are the ones we care about.

Experiment with the mode if you want - it isn’t required, but it can help. I like to put mine on “overlay,” because it adds to the visualization of the sigils seeping into the picture and blending in to it. You need to click on each separate sigil layer to apply the mode. That makes it look like this:

And with that we’re almost done! Finally, just change each of the sigil layer’s opacity to 1% by clicking on the opacity bar and dragging it almost all the way down. You want them to not be at zero because they still need to be on the pictures and not “off,” but if you put them at any higher than 1%, you can still see them, and you definitely do not want people being able to see the sigils. Once you’re done that the selfie look like this:

Can you even tell there are sigils over top of that? There are. Four sigils, now, actually, lol. And this is how the layers look over on the side in SAI:

As you can see, the mode has been set to overlay on both, and they are both at 1% opacity. From there, save your picture (file, save as), feeling free to specify in the title that one has been magic’d. Then, you can upload them without any worry!

Of course, this can be done with sigils for other purposes - I just made this post with the intention of preventing selfies being used as taglocks, because that’s what I did to mine today. However, you can easily apply any sort of glamours to your selfies, if you desire. 

I hope this helps anyone, or inspires anyone! Let me know if you have any more questions, or if I wasn’t so clear about things! This is my first time making a tutorial for any art program, I dunno if I did any good… But, yeah, just let me know if you have more questions or anything! :)

DIY Betta Leaf Hammock

So we all know about this thingy, right? Well, I don’t like them.

First: they’re made of hard plastic and the edges can sometimes be sharp enough to hurt a betta or tear its delicate fins. Second: even though there is a version that doesn’t have a wire inside the leaf (and this version is far safer), I can’t seem to find that thing anywhere. I ordered them online, went to three different LPS, and all of them only had the wire version.

So I said, screw it. I’m gonna make my own betta leaf hammock and it’ll be ten times better than this mass-market version. And since my creation turned out fantastic, I’m gonna share my process with everyone so that you never have to buy that crappy plastic leaf ever again.

So here’s what you do: Gather up any unused silk plants you have, or buy one of those $4 silk plants at any pet store that have the adjustable leaves. They look like this.

In the background of this picture you can see one leaf clump that I pulled off the stem. In focus is one of those leafs cut off, including the base of the leaf which has the hole meant to go through the stem.

Stick that thing right into a suction cup. Easy as that. Mine fit snugly. I stole the suction cup I’m using off the awful leaf-hammock-with-a-wire I ordered online, but you can probably go to the dollar store and get a whole pack of this exact size.

That extra leaf I cut off in the beginning? Shoved it right into the suction cup with the other leaf. Now everything is nice and snug; those leaves won’t be budging any time soon.

Since I had it on hand, I also secured it with a bit of aquarium sealant, but it wasn’t necessary. The leaves were stuck in there pretty good without it, I’m just predicting it will be easier to clean down the line if I glue it.

And there you have it. Two gorgeous, well-sized, sturdy and safe betta leaf hammocks for your tank.

So, to review, here’s the materials list:

1. Small suction cup(s)
2. Clump(s) of leaves from a silk plant of your choice
3. Scissors
4. Aquarium sealant (optional) 

chasingthehero  asked:

Hey! I have a lot of trouble with drawing eyes :( i struggle with size and shape especially... any tips?

Oh heck, hello haha um honestly I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I’ll try to answer as best I can!

I like to take pictures of my face and practice from my own eyes. here’s one and Here’s another one (this one’s a few years back heck)

those ones i just traced a base line over the pictures and then eyeballed the coloring. That’s really useful for getting shapes and angles down when the head is turned. good for drawing the same eye with different expressions and things.

I’m actually doing one right now for some new practice. this one I didn’t do a base sketch at all, I just started SLAPPIN’ color on there. I’ll post progress pictures once I finish it.

ALTHOUGH IF YOU DO THIS, I WOULD RECOMMEND SWITCHING IT UP A BIT AND USING OTHER PEOPLE EYES TOO. because I have a slight difficulty drawing girls with different eye shapes than my own haha oops

I would also recommend paying attention to lid shape, eyelash length, and the angle of the eyes as well as the basic shape. just little details that will set them apart from other eyes. 

learning from real life is always super great

here’s my eyes, compared to my sisters. just showing how related people have similar but different eyes

sometimes starting with a circle helps

the same shaped eye with different lids

size differences

for coloring: Eyelids make shadows. eyelashes make shadows. light shows through the iris, depending on the angle.

hope that helped you a bit. mostly just learn from real life for coloring and shape and everything. and then apply it to your style. sorry if this wasn’t that helpful or anything. I’ve been a bit scatterbrained lately as well as busy. I hope i wrote everything i wanted to D:

anonymous asked:

Okay, but, on a scale from 1 to 10, how strange is it that I really want to start some crowdfunding crap to make sure we get more Karin cuteness? Also you two are just the cutest thing I've seen in a while, and I was looking at pictures of puppies this morning.

being crowdfunded for my own needs is very controversial to me - on one hand of course I’d love to see arin more in real life and I need money to do so but on the other hand - there are so many causes that are more important on a bigger scale? like donating to charities or people who are sick and need money to buy medicine or those who are struggling to earn enough for food? so I don’t think we will ever ask anyone to give away any money for our sake but it is a heartwarming thought that so many people care about us so much and I’m thankful to you all <3

if i am not the same person from last year… then who am i? if i am constantly changing and growing– how do i see my own process? when do we choose to stop? when do we see the whole picture? if i’ve been a storm and i know nothing about calm seas– when will i believe myself? if i am unique… how come i have bits and pieces from anyone that i have ever loved? maybe we’re all just one giant puzzle without any pieces. maybe those pieces belong to our teachers, lovers, friends and family… maybe that’s our special power. to take the beautiful parts of people and call them ours.
—  maybe that’s it

anonymous asked:

I love your line sketches of the BBcsherlock characters and would love to learn how to draw this way. This style where you can see individual lines instead of other shading absolutely facinates me. Do you have any tips on how to start?

Hey thanks! I don’t think there’s anything particularly special about this sort of style, it’s basically just the same as crosshatching with a traditional pencil, except here with digital art I just used the pen tool in SAI so the lines don’t blend and they stand out more.

Essentially what you’re trying to do is express a plane with a series of lines, like this:

To express tone and shading, you can vary the density:



Or overlap lines (crosshatch):

This doesn’t mean that crosshatching always makes things darker, sometimes you can crosshatch lightly, it’ll just make the shading look finer:

So with a combination of line density, thickness, darkness, and overlap, you can create all sorts of different tones and textures depending on what you need for different parts of the picture:

To express turning faces, you can vary the direction or angle of your lines:

The rest is just a matter of deciding how you use those techniques to express the picture you want to draw, and that’s a matter of your own judgement and experience; it would be impossible to list every rule because there aren’t any rules. The stuff about thickness and crosshatching and density etc. I basically made up just now by looking back on my drawings and analysing the lines; I never actually consciously thought about those things when I drew them, so don’t treat them like commandments or something, play around with different lines and combinations to get a feel for yourself what works in what situations.

To illustrate that I’ll draw a picture of Sherlock and try to break down what I’m doing at each step:

Sorry my notes are a bit messy (I hope you can read my writing) but if anything I guess it reflects how messy my thought process is, I’m always adding things and changing things as I go along.

Always remember, you’re trying to use lines to represent planes, so even though you’re drawing in lines, you need to be looking at the reference and thinking in terms of planes, not lines. Also, make sure you keep your lines parallel so they don’t run into each other because that’ll make it look messy.

I think the best way to learn is always to try things yourself, so don’t just look at this tutorial, go play around with the lines yourself, whether you use my steps as a starting point or draw from a photo of your own, hopefully you’ll get a feel for how to use lines then. Also remember that you can go as detailed or as loose with your lines as you want, so long as you have the important shapes and facial features expressed.

Hope this was helpful! :)


I made some recolors of @simmingwithabbi ‘s desktop art picture from her clutter set. That set is awesome btw, and you should definitely go download it. ;) You can find it HERE. You do not need the mesh though. These are selective clones so they work on their own. All credit for the original mesh goes to simmingwithabbi. :) 

The set above is all in one package. Download it HERE

I also made some boho inspired recolors. Pics below.

You can download those HERE .

As always, let me know if you have any problems. Have fun!

Half headcanon, half analysis…

(Spoilers for GotG 2!)

I’m actually quite impressed by how many Ravagers were ready to side with Yondu during the mutiny.

How I had understood the Ravager’s system during the first movie, it was a bit of “We do jobs together, but we are also ready to backstab each other if the price is good enough”. Yondu tried to teach that to Peter, warning him constantly not to show sentiments, and apart from Peter, Yondu and Kraglin with each other, I hadn’t seen any closer relationships amidst the Ravager’s. It seemed like Yondu himself was always keeping his eyes open and his crew under his thumb to make sure nobody would start a mutiny.

In the second movie, however, there are several Ravagers who simply refuse to betray Yondu, although the very same had started to show “softness”. They died because they stayed loyal to him.

That’s actually very different from the cold-hearted, selfish picture I had gotten from the Ravagers at first, and especially does it say something about Yondu as a captain. He must have - not only towards Peter, but also to other crewmembers - been good enough that they would throw their life away for him.

Considering Yondu’s background as a battle slave and that soft spot and good side to him that he undeniably has, I do wonder if he probably saved some of those loyal to him from settings not unlike the one he had once been in. The poor, the slaves, the mistreated – those who had no place to go to, or no freedom to choose something on their own. Perhaps Yondu kind of “collected” them, making them his crew if they wanted to (and were of use to him)? Of course he would deny any good or helpful intentions, saying that they were “useful”, but I actually could picture him doing something like that.

DAY 3350

Jalsa, Mumbai                May 30/31,  2017              Tue/Wed 2:00 AM

Birthday - EF - Nadou Youssef / Rina Rajpal       Wed, May 31  … and our wishes go out to our dearest Ef Nadou and Rina .. wish you all happiness !

A splash of the cold aqua .. a widening of the ocular .. swift and composite visits to the other platforms and back to our home  .. The BLOG

At times I wonder if I would be capable of writing or composing a tale of say 500 pages or several multi thousand words .. a just desire .. a thought among many thoughts .. and then .. smash ! …

Its gone .. the desire the will the all .. all gone .. to come back again .. doubtful .. its like so many other thoughts that plague the mind in an instant and then rapidly disappear .. never to be brought to thought again ..

Hmmmm .. the word ‘thought’ has entered the writing quite a few times .. wonder .. !!

Thought .. I thought of declaring a war on my desk and my room, to a clean up exercise, but did not .. or rather could not .. but do I must .. it shall clear the mind as well .. a clearance much desired and needed ..

So ..

The visits to the other 2 platforms is now a ride into the artistic world of our own Ef and their immaculate attempts at how to paint form another picture with the picture they already have .. and the artistry that accompanies it is simply remarkable .. I do hope this stays, for t gives me sufficient material to attach it to many of my comments, in general .. 

And so yes .. QUIT .. !! quit the habit of smoking .. it is injurious to health .. aarrggh .. sounding like those adverts that come before the screening of any film …

But look what I found ..

These are the generous inputs of dear Ef on the podium of the Twitter brigade .. and one that I have no recollection or documentation of .. this is most positively the stage performance of the recitation of my Father’s works, in Paris at the Theatre des Champs Élysees and the most generous meeting with the Ef that came from different parts of the World for this union .. there has been no record of that evening .. one that was most historic for me .. the prestigious location .. the recitation of my Father’s works and the enthusiastic reception of it among the audience .. never ever expected that in the city of Paris, there would be an audience for Hindi poetry …!!

An unforgettable event .. particularly, the rain of roses on the floor of the stage by the audience after the performance was over to the strains of ‘Madhushala’..

Yes it is time to revisit that evening and the event and perhaps to design another and many other in other locations and cities .. to relive the beauty of the written poetic word .. to live and dream the world of rhythm and rhyme .. of the visions of elevated philosophy .. of life and love and longing and fact .. far removed from the realities of everyday existence .. of the mundanity of our thoughts .. to enliven them with the beauty of untold sentiment .. to draw out to us another picture, another world filled with the melody of our breathing life !

Moral responsibility .. social causes .. remain the prime movers of the time .. they are necessary as well .. their worth for us as a nation and a people is most needed .. and hence I join another campaign for the thrust to eradicate open defecation in cities in villages in towns everywhere  .. 

The campaign is called ‘Darwaaza Bandh’ .. shut the door ! and at its launch this evening there is appreciation of my contribution ..

A few moments spent with the Chief Minister of Maharashtra, Shri Devendra Fadnavis ..

There is undoubtedly great satisfaction for being involved in the initiative .. but even more to see feel and hear the efforts made by those that work towards it ..

They are the true winners ..

My Father wrote these words in one of his works .. as an introduction to him as a person :

‘Mitti ka tan  … Masti ka mann … kshan bhar jeevan …mera parichay’

“मिटटी का तन
मस्ती का मन  
क्षण भर जीवन  
मेरा परिचय”~

a body of mud of the earth ; the exuberance of an elated mind ;  a life of a moment ; that be my introduction

Sudhir , our Ef of elated mind, coined a few words keeping the sentiment of the words of my Father, but translating it to the Swachh Bharat Campaign, initiated by the Prime Minister Narendra Modi ..

स्वच्छ तन,
स्वच्छ मन,
स्वच्छ भारत मेरा परिचय  …

swachh tan, swachh man … swachh bharat, mera parichay

a clean body, a clean mind , a clean India my introduction

On a meeting with the personnel from the PMO, during the construction of the campaign for ‘Darwaaza Band’ for an Open Defecation Free India , I shared this with the Administrative Officers, who loved it to the extent of sharing it with the Prime Minister, who, most generously, spoke about it on his ‘Mann ki Baat’ programme each Sunday morning on the radio ..!! Honoured !!

It is now clocking 3:15 am .. and those early morning apprehensions seem to have evaded the mind .. I relish these late hours with the Ef and the Blog .. and may the sleep induced mind be as clean as the drive for a clean India ..

My love ….

Amitabh Bachchan 

Honestly, I hate the way Dave Cullen describes Eric and Dylan in his book “Columbine”. Eric is pictured as the evil boy who forces his friend to make a revenge against their school, and Dylan is described as the poor angelic guy who is influenced by the Devil. That’s not true. It was Eric and Dylan’s fault, not only Eric’s. A 18-year-old boy should be able to distinguish right from wrong. He did not show any remorse when he killed his own schoolmates. He knew what he was doing, and he was “happy” to kill those people.

“Birds are natural fliers,” Mr. Sannon began, addressing his classroom. “It’s instinctual. They need a jumpstart, mind you, and they’ll pick things up through a natural learning process, but the concept of flight, the ability to adjust pitch and roll, and knowing how hard to flare before they land, or how wide to spread their wings to soar, this comes with the territory of being a bird. When they look upward, they don’t see something empty that exists separate from them. Unreachable. They see a road, and they know, innately, that they possess the tools to travel on that road. It’s a bit like us, reaching out toward objects to manipulate them. That’s something our body knows how to do. If we want to affect our world, we use our hands. The tool fits the task. Instinct.”

The classroom collectively nodded a bit. Those who were paying attention, anyway. Which was most, in this case. Flying was an elective course, and being here required certain physical attributes. Typically, students didn’t go to flight class who weren’t personally vested in the idea. Avian eyes stared eagerly back at him, young and excited. Feathers were fluffed with anticipation. The first day was always exciting. The second day was typically cautious and had half as many students.

“You are not birds.” He said flatly.

The class full of decidedly bird-like students looked sidelong at each other, some with bemusement, others with genuine concern that their professor may have taken leave of his senses. But a few remained still, having discerned the meaning of the statement.

“You are Vectors,” He continued, “Which means, at your core, you are a human dressed up in feathers. That grants you a great deal of instinctual ability, yes, but it is human ability, not bird or cat or dog ability. You didn’t learn to lift things by using your beak or your claws, you used your hands. You didn’t learn to hop and fly when you were little, you learned to crawl and walk.” He skipped over an amendment about infancy bypass education. At least, for the moment. “And I’m going to assume the majority of you don’t have baby pictures of mommy throwing up in your mouths.” He smiled a bit at the chorus of gagging, and chuckled.  

“We miss a lot of these obvious cues, thanks to infancy-bypass tanks,” he explained, unable to avoid it further. “I’m betting most of you were putting solid food into your own mouths by the time you actually encountered any. But those of you who did nurse as children instinctively looked for a mammalian chest instead of chewed up bird vomit, which, I assure you, is an entirely un-birdlike thing to do. In short, if you were hoping to leap off a cliff at the end of today’s lesson and take wing under nature’s gentle guidance, I have news for you. At the moment, you have more in common with a rock than a bird, except that you’ll be screaming more on the way down.”

There were chuckles among the students, but they were tempered by the gradual realization that today would be less glamorous than they’d hoped. Sannon took a moment to gauge the reactions. It was easy to pick out the ones who’d never tried to fly, they were generally attentive and agreeable, eager despite the warnings. Unsure yet how cautious they should or shouldn’t be. There was always a group of students who’d had successful glides from playground equipment or rooftops. They tended to lean back in their chairs like they owned the place, confident in their ability and dismissive of the implied danger. He hated that. Parents loved to give their children a taste of flight before these courses to “warm them up,” but all it did was fill them with false security. He’d rather have a blank slate to work with.

Once in a while, there would be one or two in the back with genuine flight experience. Laterals, usually. Illegal at their age, even with their physical condition, but life happens regardless of the convenience of law. It was just a ploy to help sell body sockets anyway, and not everyone could afford one. These children were quiet and distant as they watched, un-involved in the conversations of the other groups. There was none of the posturing here. Despite having the most experience, they were generally the most attentive. Life had not given them the courtesy of doing without their wings, and they had already experienced the fear of that reality. Whatever had driven them to the skies at such a young age, be it anatomy or pressure from some other source, it likely hadn’t left. Half of these students would never try flying again once they came to realize the physical demands, but these few were here to get better at something they couldn’t do without. He had one, today. Lateral raptor of some kind, with a swallowtail. She was perched in the back of the room, waiting, as he spoke.

“We are not well designed for flying,” he continued, speaking over the chatter. “Sorry. It’s a fact. That we can do it at all is pretty impressive; our anatomy isn’t the best for that sort of thing.” he waved a wing limply, which was a little undermined due to the obvious strength in his arms.

“We’re poorly balanced, too heavy, too bulky, and generally not strong enough to do what would be traditionally referred to as regular flying. But with training and discipline, you can get to a point where flying is…” he pondered the word to use. “Reachable. If only for short periods.

“You need to ponder what you’re trying to do, here,” he continued, “understand it in your mind, before you try it. Flying upward to a building top from the ground is the functional equivalent of leaping up a ladder with two hands and no legs, an entire rung at a time instead of alternating, without stopping to rest.” The room dropped its volume level noticeably. Most of them had not considered what the actual physical requirements of a sustained climb were.

“And that’s just getting aloft,” he continued, “then you need to stay there, suspended from that ladder, repeatedly doing chin-ups from the highest rung, until you can find a place to safely drop from rung to rung to the floor, fighting your own weight and momentum, or you fall and die.” The room had silenced now. The inexperienced group were looking nervously back and forth at each other, with lingering glances at arms that had probably barely passed the physical education requirements for their grades. The gliders were slowly realizing that what they’d done before and what they were now facing were substantially different. And there in the back, his veteran. Her breathing had not changed. Her posture had not fallen.

“How…” one of the students asked, “how do you practice something like that?”

Sannon smiled, and looked toward the back.

“It’s Elysium, isn’t it?” he called back to the lateral. She looked surprised to be addressed directly, but nodded. “How do you suggest they practice something like that, Elysium? Is there an easier way? Am I off my mark, here?”

The young kite looked about the room, as if seeking social permission to respond. It was always difficult being singled out. He knew that, and would catch up and apologize later. But they needed to hear it from one of their own. And as he’d expected, her gaze shifted ever so slightly, as he had seen happen in nearly every veteran that had ever graced his classroom on the first day. That realization that these kids were utterly unprepared for what they were facing. The knowledge that if they looked for a shortcut, they would end up broken and battered on the pavement. The need to convey the degree of effort they were facing now.

“Get a ladder.” She responded, and Sannon’s smile widened. He tapped his toggle case, and the closet behind him opened, revealing a rack adorned with rows of long, extending ladders, fully equipped with the grim realization by the classroom that they would, in fact be doing exactly that. He looked back up at the sea of disbelieving stares, and pulled the first ladder off the rack.

“Shall we get started?”

-excerpt from the Full Disclosure lorebook

Hey folks! Fun stuff going on over here with the upcoming lore book. I’d say the text is about 80% written, maybe more, and general assembly has begun. Soon I’ll start working with artists and getting the imagery assembled, and we can move on to funding and publishing! I wanted to give you all a double treat today, so aside from this chapter bumper (each of the corp based chapters in the lore book gets a little slice of life story to help ground you, this one was for MarsCo) Im also going to toss up the in-progress Table of Contents. This isn’t final or finished, but it will give you some hints of things you can expect to see!


differences between history and fact

Who knows what and why

Current life

hierarchy of power


perceived scarcity





Corporate rule

advanced looks into corps











The war


masters voice


trade secrets


body replacement

shadow presidents





legacy memory




What was

What remains

60: Top Ten White Haired Angels of the Anime World

These lists are simple. The best of the best by hair color and nothing else. Only their beauty will define their placement. No words will be needed. Just the hair. Also I know I know ladies that Allen Walker is not on here. I will watch more of his glory some day.

10: Soul Eater- #SoundBodyMindandSoul

9: Gin- #Germaphobe

8: Elizabeth- #RoyalWaitress

7: Archer- #MakeBetterChoices

6: Shion- #BoyfriendIsADirtyRat

5: Ginko- #SpirtualChainSmoking

4: Scar- #NotLionAboutHisStory

3: Menma- #OneLifeToLive

2: Yoko Kurama- #MadeMeWatchGurrenLagann

1: Sophie- #MovingHouse

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any of the above pictures. The credit goes to the original creators of each and thus will be considered theirs. Enjoy the pics!

Next up are those dark haired ravens we all loath to love. 

anonymous asked:

All I want is a Prince/Princess AU where Jack is a Prince who has to marry Princess Bittle but all he wants to do is bang her brother

Mama,” Jack whines, “I look like a butler.”

“Sweetheart, you look wonderful. The princess will just love you in this,” she gushes. Jack doesn’t say what he’s thinking - that he honestly doesn’t care what the princess thinks of his outfit.

Princess Julia is kind, sweet, and pretty. She’s quiet and somewhat introverted, like himself. They get along just fine, conversations always polite if not a little awkward. Jack’s known her for as long as he can remember, and he’s been engaged to her for longer than that. Jack thinks he could be happy with her, if it weren’t for one thing.

Prince Eric is also kind, sweet, and pretty, but he certainly isn’t quiet or introverted. He’s loud, loud, loud, always bustling around, catching everyone’s attention, and loving it. He’s the center of every royal party, and the most interesting person in any room he’s in. Eric is Julia’s twin brother, so Jack’s also known him as long as he can remember. He’s had a crush on him for the past ten years or so - maybe longer. 

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Home || Park Jinyoung

Originally posted by jypnior

Title: Home ~ Park Jinyoung


Genre: Fluff

A/N: This is a strange idea that I’ve had stuck in my head for a while. It’s basically just a CEO!Park Jinyoung AU X Child!Reader. I have no idea what caused me to think this was a thing that needed to happen, but hey, it didn’t turn out to bad and I didn’t realize how much I actually needed this in my life until now. So without further a do, please enjoy xx

Park Jinyoung never had a time in his life where he truly felt pain. He had always been a successful man. Throughout his entire life he had grown up in a rich and loving family. Never once had he felt betrayed or depressed. His parents would come in, tuck him in every night, read him his favorite bed time story, and then kiss him goodnight before reminding him how much he meant to them. Not soon after the night was over, he would wake up to the fresh smell of pancakes that his housekeeper would wake up early and place in the shape of a heart on his favorite Ryan the Bear plate. To say the least, he always admired his childhood.

In his teen years as well as his college years, he found himself becoming the center of attention for all the ladies. He had to admit, he was amazingly handsome. There wasn’t a man in his class that didn’t want to be him. The girls all tried to get with him by confessing their hearts out to him in the most sincere way the possibly could and made him the tastiest chocolates he ever had. As much as he enjoyed the love and attention he got from his peers, he was a modest and respective man and preferred to be on his own and take his life slow. He had a couple girlfriends in his life, but no one really stuck out and seemed to want to be with him for him, they only wanted him for his looks.

Despite having what a person could describe as a perfect life, he never really felt complete. It was like something was missing from his life. At first he thought it was because all of his closest friends were settling down, starting a cute little family on their own, but Jinyoung wasn’t like that. As jealous as he felt from time to time about not having a family, he promised himself that he was going to stay single so he could focus on what truly made him happy, working in the music industry. He was a manager for one of the biggest labels in Korea and that meant that he would rarely get to spend time and take care of a family as is due to the fact of being busy with all the idols and groups he had signed under his label.

It wasn’t until one cold winter morning when he finally realized on what he had been missing his entire life. Jinyoung was walking down the nearly abandoned streets of Seoul, with it being only 3:30 am, not many people were out and about. He didn’t have to get up as early as he did, but he felt this strange feeling in his chest that seemed to be telling him that he had to go out and just walk. So he followed what his gut told him to do and threw on the quickest pair of dress pants and a nice shirt, grabbed his favorite suit jacket and left his apartment just like that. And now here he was, following in the direction his heart was leading him to.

He gave a couple quick glances and smiles towards the friendly city goers as the past by and shoved his hands in his pockets as he continued down the streets. He turned a corner to an unfamiliar street and swallowed hard, nervous about what could be down this way. His heart began to race as if it was telling him that this was it, this is where he was meant to go. Jinyoung stopped walking for a couple minutes and took his chance to look around at his surroundings. The street was dimly lit, only one street light seemed to be working but even that one flickered every now and then as if it would go out at any second. Tall buildings and dark buildings seemed to crowd the street, making it look smaller and narrower than it actually was. Jinyoung almost had to squint his eyes as he noticed a small shadowy figure under a small hutch that was attached to the side of one of the buildings. He decided to take a closer look and walked closer to the figure, unsure of what was ahead of him. Once he arrived, he crouched down to the height of the tiny hutch and he swore his heart almost dropped at the sight in front of him.

Sat under the hutch was a small girl who looked like they couldn’t be much older than the age of 5. Her body was stick thin, only small tattered up rags covered her body. Her arms and her legs were covered completely in goose bumps from shivering so much in the cold. Jinyoung reached out to her and touched her arm slightly. He gasped at how cold her body felt. His eyes traveled down to her finger tips that he swore looked blue. At this moment, Jinyoung couldn’t tell if the young girl was alive or not. Luckily she was breathing, he could tell from the rise and fall of her chest. He reached out and brush her scraggly hair out of her eyes and smiled at the sleeping young girl.

“Yah,” He said quietly in his husky morning voice as he shook her small frame ever so gently afraid that he would hurt her if he shook any harder.

The little girl stirred in her sleep and turned her body towards Jinyoung. Her eyes fluttered open as her jaw stretched out into a long yawn. Her own [e/c] eyes looked into Jinyoung’s darker colored ones. She quickly flinched backwards at the sight of the older man in front of her and began to tremble.

“W-Who are you? You’re not my mom!” She screamed as a tear began to leak from one of her eyes.

Jinyoung felt a pain strike his heart for the first time since he was child. He had never met a little girl who was in such bad shape as this one. She looked so terrified to see a person it almost looked as if she had met the devil himself. Her eyes looked bloodshot as her skin looked as white as snow, probably from being in the cold all night, but needless to say, Jinyoung felt as if he needed to help this young girl.

“It’s alright, you can trust me. I won’t hurt you,” He stated as he looked back at the younger girl with sincerity in his eyes.

The girl just sat in the corner of her hutch, refusing to move and not taking her eyes off the man in front of her in case he planned on doing something to her.

“I want my mom,” She whimpered.

“I don’t know where you mom is,” He replied to the girl, “But can you tell me when the last time you saw her was?”

The girl was silent for a couple of seconds before speaking up.

“She dropped me off here 2 months ago and told me to wait here. She gave me this cloth and backpack with food. I haven’t moved since.”

Jinyoung furrowed his brows and looked at the girl quizzically.

“She just left you here?” He asked as the young girl nodded in response.

“Now can you please leave in case my mom comes back?” She asked as she turned her back from the man and closed her eyes to sleep again.

Jinyoung knew that he should have listened to the little girl’s request, but he couldn’t help but feel a strong feeling in his chest that was telling him to reach out to her and take her in. He knew that it was uncommon for a woman to just leave her child in the street, not only just that but with a bag full of necessities one would need to survive. This child seemed convinced that her mother was coming back, but somehow Jinyoung knew that she wasn’t, but the little girl just couldn’t seem to understand that. He understands though, if his own mother would have done that to him at her age, he too would want to wait as long as he needed to in order to see his mother again.

“Yah,” He called out once more, “At least let me take you inside my workplace so you can get warmed up. It’s awfully cold outside.”

The young girl shook her head and curled up into a little ball.

“We have a hot coco machine, I can make you some if you want,” He said.

“Mommy said that men cox little girls out and promise them goodies so that way the cant take their virginity, whatever that means,” She replied.

Jinyoung couldn’t help but chuckle at the intelligence this little girl had.

“They aren’t real men if they do that,” he told her, “A real man helps out those in need, and you my dear are in need of my help, so please let me help you. If you want, afterwards I can take you back here.”

The girl looked up at Jinyoung questioningly and hesitantly stood up, pulling a small stuffed rabbit behind her. She walked carefully over to Jinyoung before nodding to signal him that she would go with him. Jinyoung remembered how his parents would always warn him about crossing the street without holding an adults hand when he was the little girl’s age, but he figured that if he wanted to prove to this child that he wasn’t some creepy man, it would be better to just let her walk on her own.

He gripped his knuckles tightly as he made the young girl walk in front of him so that way he could keep an eye on her and make sure that she was safe. He told her the directions on how to get to his work building, following closely behind her in case of any danger that might cross their pathes. Lucky for them, they made it to Jinyoung’s label without any harm done to them. He watched as the girl looked up at the large building, admiring the pictures of the different groups and artists that we displayed on the outside. She looked up at Jinyoung and cocked her head to the side.

“You work here?” She asked, “My mommy said that only talented people get into places like this.”

“This is my label,” He replied, “I own and run all those bands in the pictures.”

The girls looked up at the pictures in amazement and back at Jinyoung. She let out a small yawn before rubbing her eyes. She looked as if she was about to fall asleep any second. Jinyoung crouched down to her height once more and looked at her in her beautiful eyes.

“Do you want to come in? You can sleep on my sofa in my office,” He said.

The girl nodded and hesitantly reached her arms up to Jinyoung. He sent her a warm smile and lifted her up in his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes and Jinyoung slowly made his way inside the building, greeting his secretary who he was grateful for coming in at such an early hour of the morning. He then made his way to the elevator and pressed the button that led to the floor his office was on.

Once the elevator arrived at his floor, Jinyoung stepped out and quickly walked into his office, closing the heavy wooden door behind him. He then set the girl down on his sofa and began searching his office for a blanket to cover her with. The girl looked around his office and studied the items with in it. He had many record awards placed along the walls and the shelves. She squinted as she tried to read the shiny gold name plate that was placed on the edge of his desk.

“Park Jinyoung,” She read it out loud.

Jinyoung turned towards her at the mention of his name. The girl pointed at the plate she read outloud, causing Jinyoung to smile as he found a blanket on the top shelf in one of his closets.

“That’s my name,” He said as he walked back over to her, placing the blanket on top of her.

The girl laid down and cuddled her rabbit close to her chest. She looked up at Jinyoung with tired eyes as she made herself comfortable on her sofa. Judging by the way she smiled as she laid her head down on the soft material, it seemed as if she hadn’t slept on something comfortable for a while. He stroked her tiny head gently before walking back over to his desk to get some work done.

“My name is [y/n],” She spoke up suddenly.

“Well it’s very nice to meet you, [y/n],” Jinyoung said as he looked up from a stack of papers on his desk.

“…you too…” She muttered as she fell into a deep slumber for the first time in a long time.

[y/n] peaked open one of her eyes as she finally woke up from her morning nap. She stayed laying down, too comfortable and warm to get up and move. She snuggled into her stuffed rabbit more as her ears perked up at the sound of two men having a conversation, one of them she recognized as Jinyoung.

“…I found her on the street all by herself. You didn’t expect me to just leaver her there, did you? I’m not heartless,” Jinyoung said as he began to pace in front of one of his assistants.

“But she’s a complete stranger, Jinyoung,” A deeper voice replied.

Jinyoung let out and exaggerated sigh as he finally stopped his pacing to face the man once more. [y/n] finally sat up slightly and rubbed her eyes to see what all the commotion going on was about. Knowing that she was involved made her more curious to see what was going on. There stood along with the man known as Jinyoung was a taller and more built looking man. He had brownish-redish dyed hair that was flat against his forehead. She noticed that his appearance looked far more intimidating than Jinyoung’s. The man wore a pair of black skinny jeans and black turtle neck that went along with a black blazer. The man turned his gaze towards the young girl who was staring back at him. He stopped talking to Jinyoung and made his was over towards the girl on the sofa. [y/n] looked back at him with terrified eyes as he grew closer to her frame. Once he was right in front of her, he knelt down to her height and smiled at her. Jinyoung followed behind and stood behind the other.

“You don’t have to be afraid, [y/n],” Jinyoung spoke in a gentle tone, “He’s not going to hurt you.”

[y/n] didn’t fully trust Jinyoung yet, but she somehow knew that no matter what, he wouldn’t let her get into any danger that would potentially hurt her in any way.

“So you’re [y/n],” the man asked, “My name is Lim Jaebum, but you can just call me JB, okay?”

The younger girl nodded as she looked back up to Jinyoung, her stomach growling afterwards making her blush slightly. Both men laughed at her reaction. JB stood up from his position, never breaking eye contact with [y/n].

“Sounds like someone’s hungry,” He stated as he turned back to Jinyoung and placed a hand on his shoulder, “You better take care of that.”

JB’s voice sounded strict. [y/n] could tell that he wasn’t talking just about feeding her by the way Jinyoung seemed to grow tense at his words.

“I will,” He said as he watched JB leave his office.

Jinyoung sat on the edge of the sofa next to [y/n]. He reached down and stroked her head gently, smiling the entire time. [y/n] sighed contently at the touch of his hand.

“Let’s go get you something to eat, yeah?” Jinyoung asked as he stood up and walked towards the door, waiting for [y/n] to follow.

[y/n] stood up from the sofa and grabbed her rabbit before walking up to Jinyoung, grabbing his hand without hesitation before the two walked out the office and towards the lunch room. Jinyoung couldn’t help but feel a flutter form in his stomach as she grabbed his hand. Little did he know that [y/n] would soon become a huge part of his life.

Soon enough a couple of months had passed since Jinyoung had met [y/n]. [y/n] never left Jinyoung’s side since that day. She knew that even though her mother had told her to stay put and that she would be back for her someday, she wasn’t going to come back. Something in her gut had told her that, but she couldn’t help but feel so attached to Jinyoung as if he was her own father. Jinyoung had called many adoption centers and stations to get any news on [y/n] to see if they knew anything about the girl or her past. Sadly, he was unsuccessful in finding out anything.

It’s not like her minded though, he enjoyed spending his days taking her to the local park or just to his work building in general. [y/n] got along well with the idols and staff within the label., particularly one man and general. He was a trainee rapper/singer who went by the stage name of Bam Bam. He was basically like a child hiding in a middle aged man’s body. He would offer to spend time playing and entertaining [y/n] in his free time for Jinyoung when he had work to get done. No matter how many idols [y/n] would get close to, there was no one she loved more in the building than Jinyoung himself.

Since [y/n] didn’t have a home, Jinyoung decided to take her in for the time being. He found himself growing attached to the girl more and more as the day’s went by. He loved spending time playing, snuggling, and just taking care of [y/n]. She made his life more interesting and worth something. It was like she was the missing link that he needed in his life all of this time.

Jinyoung looked in the mirror on the wall of his bedroom and straightened his black tie before walking out of the room and into the living room where [y/n] was quietly watching a cartoon on the television. She turned as she heard Jinyoung’s footsteps enter the room. She smiled and run up to the man, clinging onto his leg almost immediately.

“You look so handsome, Jinyoungie!” She exclaimed at the older man making him crack a smile as he reached down to pat his head.

“Are we going into your work today? Bam Bam said he had a new game that he wanted to teach me!”

Jinyoung laughed at her enthusiasm and shook his head.

“Actually, I had something else in mind that I have been meaning to do for a while. I hope it all works out though, I don’t know what I would do if it didn’t,” He replied.

“Where are we going then?”

Jinyoung reached down and picked up [y/n] in his arms, giving her and eskimo kiss before answering her question.

“Why don’t you go put on your prettiest dress and we’ll find out together okay?”

[y/n] nodded and ran into her bedroom to get changed quickly. She quickly ran back out, her hair still in a knotted mess as she struggled to put on her fancy pink dress up shoes. Jinyoung sat down to help her out before the two grabbed a quick breakfast and left their small apartment.


Jinyoung held [y/n]’s hand tightly as they entered a large white building. The young girl looked around in amazement at the fancy place before looking up at Jinyoung with questioning eyes.

“What’s this place?” She asked him.

“It’s a court house, it’s where a person can come to get legal work done,” Jinyoung replied.

[y/n] didn’t question any further, still not quite knowing what was going on, but she trusted Jinyoung. She knew that he was a smart man and knew what he was doing. That was all she needed to know to understand that he was doing what was best for her in his life.

Jinyoung talked to an older looking man before following him into a room. Jinyoung took a seat down in the room they were led to, placing [y/n] on his lap. A funny looking old man walked out with a document and handed it to Jinyoung. Jinyoung carefully read over the paper before signing his name with a smile, then sliding the paper to [y/n], handing her the pen.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“Legal adoption papers,” He replied, “It’ll will give me fully custody over you.”

“You mean-“

“I want to be you new Daddy [y/n],” He replied, “Only if you want me to be.”

[y/n] was speechless. She looked over at the paper and back to Jinyoung, thinking about all the times he took care of her and made her happy. She loved him, very much to say the least. No one would ever come close to being her parent though. But Jinyoung was different. She had never met a person who had ever loved her as much as he did to her. It made her happy. Is this what she really wanted?


[y/n] smiled before writing her name out in her neatest handwriting before handing it back to Jinyoung. Jinyoung took the paper and handed it to the man who stamped it and declared full custody of [y/n] onto Jinyoung.

“I love you, Daddy!” [y/n] declared as she threw her tiny arms around Jinyoung’s neck.

Jinyoung hugged her back, too happy to say anything in return. He never thought having a daughter would make as happy as he was now. That thing he mentioned before about having a missing piece in his life, this was it. A family. A child that he could call his own. This is everything he wanted.

Playboy: In terms of modern art, critical opinion is divided about the sincerity or deceitfulness, simplicity or complexity of contemporary abstract painting. What is your own opinion?

Nabokov: I do not see any essential difference between abstract and primitive art. Both are simple and sincere. Naturally, we should not generalize in these matters: It is the individual artist that counts. But if we accept for a moment the general notion of “modern art,” then we must admit that the trouble with it is that it is so commonplace, imitative and academic. Blurs and blotches have merely replaced the mass prettiness of a hundred years ago, pictures of Italian girls, handsome beggars, romantic ruins, and so forth. But just as among those corny oils there might occur the work of a true artist with a richer play of light and shade, with some original streak of violence or tenderness, so among the corn of primitive and abstract art one may come across a flash of great talent. Only talent interests me in paintings and books. Not general ideas, but the individual contribution.

Playboy: A contribution to society?

Nabokov: A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual, and only the individual reader is important to me. I don’t give a damn for the group, the community, the masses, and so forth. Although I do not care for the slogan “art for art’s sake”—because unfortunately such promoters of it as, for instance, Oscar Wilde and various dainty poets, were in reality rank moralists and didacticists—there can be no question that what makes a work of fiction safe from larvae and rust is not its social importance but its art, only its art.

Woohyun x Pink (light version)
Everything sweet, pleasant and nice.

P.S I do not own any of the pictures. Credits to Starry Sky for the Woohyun picture.

jamestown starter sentences

feel free to change pronouns, etc. from episode 1.

“Are we going to die out here?“
“I’ll go to hell for what I’ve done.”
“I killed a man.”
“That’s the worst of it, I reckon.”
“I hope you find this place as we do: the most beautiful land that God ever made.”
“No disrespect intended, sir.”
“I’m excited enough to marry her myself.”
“I hope I didn’t paint too rose-hued a picture.”
“I don’t mean that you appear anything but pretty.“
“You cost him 150 pounds of the finest leaf tobacco.”
“You will stay here.“
“It’s too late to be out on your own.”
“Children are thieves.”
“Who are those men?“
“He has been a kind friend to me since we arrived here.”
“You are a reprobate.“
“And you, sir, are as fair and honest as any company man.”
“You’re drunk now, are you not?”
“I tried to be sober. I didn’t like it.“
“You see standing before you a man proud.”
“He wants the same thing you were chasing.”
“I will knee his balls up out of his throat.“
“If _____ was such a valiant friend, then he’d volunteer to step aside.”
“I shall be just beyond that door, ma'am, and I shall be on my knees a-praying.“
“Well, he’s too much of a gentleman to ask you.”
“I see that you are a lady well-versed in the ways of the royal court.“
“We have our own land now.”
“I had never seen such a beautiful face before.“
“I ain’t ever known such a precious soul as yours.”
“But the stars, they aren’t in our favour. They can’t be.”
“We’ve waited 12 years for this. Worked every day for it.”
“I had a look at this place and I decided it’s not for me.”
“There’s too much sky. A lass might lose herself beneath so much sky.“
“If you go back, you’ll be taken to prison.”
“I couldn’t bear it if you were to leave just when you arrived.”
“So there will be resentment, which will stir up resistance.“
“You wish me to spy for you?”
“You are my eyes and ears here.”
“I came here carrying as much hope as a woman can bear.”
“If I have to kill him with my own hands, I will defy him.“
“She has such a grievous sickness on her.”
“I have wept and I have prayed. I am praying right now, as I speak. My thoughts are praying as my mouth is talking.“
“My mistress is the kindest-hearted, loveliest woman.”
“She don’t look that respectful to me.”
“Don’t you throw those dice.“
“A man who could do such a thing is a quite political animal.”
“My fondness for _____ rules my heart.“
“I implore you to reconsider.”
“You can’t go out there. It isn’t safe to.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to find it. That’s why you need me.“
“I am caught in the most terrible perplexity.”
“Aren’t you glad you got a friend brave enough to seek you out?”
“There isn’t one thing about this whole damn place that I don’t hate!“
“Damn you, you’ve made me weep. And I hate weeping. Weeping is for babes.”
“I’ll curse you for this every day of my life.”
“I’m tormented with the need to know what will come of this place.“
“I’m in need of some spiritual sustenance.”
“It’s wrong of me to interfere.“
“I don’t understand these things.”
“You are my brother. And I love you.”
“That soft heart of yours will see you skinned alive one day.“
“And how do you intend to defy the King?”
“But that little devil of thinking, it never deserts me. It’s like a heavenly angel taking care of me.“
“I like the look of you.”
“If I thought I was going to lose that bet, I would never have made it.“
“Since I’m too afraid of chance, I think it’s only fair that I cheat.”
“There was no life left in him by then.“
“Lift your eyes or it looks like guilt.”
“We are here because we share a great purpose.“
“I’ve never touched gold before.”
“You and me, we’ve got to be ready for it.“
“And that’s why I love you.”
“Pray with me.”