This is my favorite part so far, mostly for the facial expressions. But I finally got to drawing Tia and Luna smiling on the same page. haha. The nose boop is my favorite.
I’m still figuring out what I want Celestia’s garb to look like… so ignore it for the most part haha. I was impatient with the inking stage by this point, the flowers suffered dearly, but Tia’s garb the most.
Do tell me if you guys like the little written parts, or if you could care less about them. I’ll probably still write them, but I like knowing~
Service objects - shops, kindergarden, open space theater
arch.: Oskar Hansen 1960-1972
For Hansen the role of architect in shaping the space was limited to the creation of a “perceptive background.” The architecture was supposed to expose the diversity of events and individuals present in the space. By focusing on the process, subjectivity, and the creation of contexts for individual expression, Hansen believed, architecture became a tool that can be used and transformed by its users, and adapted easily to their chang- ing needs.
The Open Form, unlike the Closed Form, does not exclude the energy of the client’s initiative but on contrary treats it as a basic, organic, and inseparable component element. This fact is of a fundamental significance to the client’s psychological need of identity.
The manifestation of the Open Form will be therefore the discernibleness of the individual in the multiple, and the discernibleness of the number. In housing we shall have a polemic of viewpoints on the creation of one’s own surroundings, characterized by an appropriate “background.” In social postulated, these will be separate events: people, circumstances, and so on.
Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (pre-apocalypse) Summary: Negan finally sees you again. Word Count: 6,056 Warning: Sexual tension and Negan’s usual potty mouth! Author’s Note: And the duo is back together!!! Wow, this is a long chapter! I didn’t expect to get distracted go off the rails in this one hehe. I’m glad you are all enjoying the story though! Things are going to pick up soon…
“Chris, it’s either I quit or I
work for the both of you,” you argued. Having two jobs while going to school
would be tough to handle, but you were sure that you would get used to it.
Plus, having another job could help with the bills and then some.
“But why him? Of all people?”
“He asked me to work for him.
Simon and I… We know each other. I told him that I couldn’t just leave this
place. You gave me a job when I first moved here, Chris. So, I told him the
same thing. Either I work for the both of you or I don’t work at all.”
Chris sighed, “But I get you for
more hours than he does.”
“Well, yes, but let’s not tell
him that,” you smiled.
“How is it going to be split up
“I’ll work here weekends because
I know it’s the busiest. The rest, I’ll work for him.”
“So, you’re telling me you’ll be
working three days out of the week
for me and the rest for him? How is
that fair, [Y/N]?”
“Are you forgetting that I need
a day off, Chris? It’s split evenly. Three days for you. Three days for Simon.
I’ll work for him Monday through Wednesday and Thursday through Saturday for
Chris narrowed his eyes. “You’re
lucky we’re even negotiating this. If it were any of my employees, I would have
let them go without having this conversation.”
“It isn’t too late, you know.
You can fire me,” you grinned.
“Oh, and what? Let Simon have
all the business? Yeah right. I’d be stupid if I did that,” Chris sighed. “So,
You nodded, “I’ll be across the
street. This will work out. Trust me.”
“Oh, I trust you. It’s not you that I’m worried
about… It’s Simon.”
Warning: Contains smut. Do not read if you are underage.
A/N: I’m a shit and was meant to have written a Hoseok fic months ago for @just-let-me-be-your-lover . It’s my first one, please give me feedback on characterization and if you think I portrayed him right. Thank youuu.
Life was Hoseok was good. It was hectic, you had to admit that, but overall, there was nothing you could complain about. Because his bright personality was such a ray of sunshine, even when things were wobbling off track, he made an effort to look after you. To fix it. To make sure everything was back ticking so smoothly it was as if there had never been an issue to start with.
And when he was unable to redirect the path of your misfortunes, he never let you dwell on it. Never let you feel the sadness of the mess up. Never let you hold onto things longer than you absolutely had to. He was the perfect compliment to the ball of nervous anxiety you’d been before you met him - before he’d stormed into your life with unrelenting optimism, settled himself in and never exiting. And for that, you loved him.
Except he had one bad habit. Arriving home late. But it was often that love that swelled through you as when you found him making his way next to you far too late for you to still be conscious, the digits of the alarm clock glowing the reality of the relationship you’d been fostering for the better part of three years. Because he worked. He worked often, he worked hard, and he worked late - the time you wanted to spend with him was more than not filled with meetings and overseas trips and executives and award shows and filming and dance practices and hours spent in the studio.
So when he did crawl into your bed during the early hours of the morning, the rustle of the blankets stirring you awake despite your sleepiness, you’d learned to find the joy in that too. The joy that was Hoseok. Your boyfriend.