#”I draw for myself” on a remote island

[rosemeriwether]

Once again I’m telling myself I need to get excited/ involved in fandoms again.

But my hand refuses to draw anything not Preble’s Boys related. I tried drawing something from one of my favorite animes and immediately lost interest. ““Diverse interests”; ever heard of it? It’s a nice thing to have if you actually want to post something on thing damn site.” I’m trying to tell myself.

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Hi! I really liked your dad!jake stories and I've got an idea for an alternative version of Picasso (Specifically PT 2) where The reader ends up feeling really insecure and starts changing everything about herself, like she removes the color from her hair And doesn't even do her art anymore, and even begins to talk less and less and starts to just avoid people until Jake confronts her about it comforts her

I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort with dad!Jake lmao If you do take this idea could you tag me in it if you don't mind? :))

Oooh I love this idea <3, I literally wrote this during my planning period so I apologize if it isn't the best. Anyways dad!jake warms my heart, I wish he was real :(

Picasso P.II-Alternate Ending

Your dad was the first to notice you changing and not for the better since arriving at the island. It started with the removal of the pink from your hair which wouldn't have been a big deal until he asked if you wanted to put color back in and you shook your head no before he even got the question out of his mouth.

"Hey is everything alright with your sister?" He asked your twin.

"I haven't noticed anything different about her yet but I can keep an eye on her." He offered as your dad nodded his head.

The next red flag was that you stopped doing your art completely which neteyam brought to his attention. It had started when Tuk asked you to help her draw something and you said no poor Tuk didn't understand so neteyam stepped in and you bit his head off about it before leaving and leaving your siblings confused. 

"She just snapped at us." Neteyam said to your parents concerned.

Your parents looked at your room in concern as your siblings told them about your changing behavior and tried to figure out what was going on.

"Give her some space maybe she is just having a hard time adjusting to the situation." Neytiri said but your dad couldn't help but feel like something deeper was happening.

And he was right just as your siblings told him a few days ago, you truly stopped doing art which made him sad to see because you were just so talented in his eyes and he didn't understand what was happening with you. 

The final red flag was when you started avoiding everyone and talking less. Your dad noticed that you were less talkative with everyone but especially him, it was like you were closing yourself off from the world.

Your dad had enough and was planning on talking to you about it when you got home only when he returned he could hear your cries.

"Babygirl?" He asked stepping into your room.

All he saw was your tears before you ran into his arms and wrapped them around his waist making him concerned as he comforted you.

"It's okay baby girl, I'm right here." He said as your tears finally stopped and your breathing started to mellow out.

"I don't fit in here Dad...ever since we got here I've been picked on about my hair, my art, and just everything and I thought that maybe if I stopped doing that stuff I could fit in....but it still didn't work they still picked on me and I didn't want to say anything because it seemed like Neteyam and lo'ak we're adjusting fine...so I that kept it to myself but I can't do it anymore." You said as your father's heart broke.

"I just want to fit in." You said quietly snapping your dad out of his thoughts. 

"Look at me baby, you were born to fit in. You were born to stand out...the hair color... the art.... everything about you is born to stand out you're not supposed to be like me or your mother or your siblings....you are supposed to be your own person...and I know it's hard right now and I know what you are going through right now but don't conform....show them who you truly are...because the right ones will love you for it." Your dad said staring into your eyes as you nodded your head. 

"I love you baby and the next time you are even remotely feeling like this, I want you to come to tell me, I don't want you to ever suffer in silence again, you hear me?" He asked you. 

"I do. I love you, Dad, thank you." You said hugging him and feeling him squeeze you a little tighter. 

A few hours later, you were passed out in your dad's lap from all the crying when your family had come back for the evening...all laughing until they saw you and your dad and instantly shut up not wanting to disturb you. 

"Is she okay?" Your mom asked taking a seat next to your dad, running a hand through your hair. 

"She will be. Turns out some of the islanders had been making some comments about her and she took it to heart..she just wanted to fit in." Your dad said as your mom frowned not realizing her daughter had been hurting so much. 

"Oh, my sweet girl." She said placing a kiss in your hair. 

"You two..." Your dad said but they stopped him.

"Already on it..no one hurts her and gets away with it...but tomorrow let's spend the evening with her." Neteyam said taking a seat on the other side of your dad as your siblings gathered around you to make sure you felt how loved you were.

You smiled a small smile to yourself hearing all the kind words your family had to say about you and your uniqueness maybe being different was a good thing after all. 

[storyteller7000]

Inktober 2024 #12

Remote

First thought was a remote control, but I feel like drawing one. Then I drew an island with one coconut tree. Felt the tree was lonely, so I drew myself sitting next to it. And then I thought of previous works of turtles carrying islands or worlds on their back.

[dndeceit]

Today was my birthday, so I'm going to do a rare thing and treat myself by posting a bit of a teaser for a fic that I've been working on for about a year and a half (at least April of 2023). The story is very close to being finished (I'm on the last chapter!) but it's going to take a lot of editing, so I don't know when it will be ready to start posting it properly on AO3. Overall, the fic will run twenty chapters (about 100k words by the time it's ready to post).

The story is called Salt for Salt. It's a Janus-focused supernatural AU about friendship, family, and finding home (and also sea monsters).

Cover art and the first half of the first chapter can be found below the cut.

(This sneak peek is rated T for mild swearing. The full fic may carry a higher rating due to its horror elements.)

Janus's father had been a con artist and a thief who—in his son's expert opinion—never failed to ruin everything he touched, Janus's life included. When the handling of his father's will revealed that his identity had been built upon forged documents, Janus had watched the life he had worked to build for himself fall disastrously apart. Expelled from university, burdened with debt, and barred from most employment, Janus was left almost aimless in the aftermath, with only the support of his closest friends to keep him afloat. Years later, stuck in a rut and with little left to lose, Janus decided to take a gamble. Following the trail of one of his father's old stories, Janus set out in search of clues about the other side of his family—whoever they turned out to be. That search has led him to the cold, remote island of Inch Murrough. Now it should only be a matter of navigating the social complexities of a small town and the colorful characters that lived there… (Needless to say, drawing the attention of the local sea monsters had not been part of his plan.)

Chapter One: Stars in the Sea

The moon was a narrow sliver, casting just enough light to frost the wispy, fast-moving clouds with a delicate silver glow. Patches of the night sky peered through where their cover was broken, lit with more stars than Janus could ever recall seeing in his life. Yet as beautiful as it was, the sky held nothing to the wonder that stretched out before him. Dark, frigid-looking waters roiled with a fraught energy, tossed by winds that felt only a breath shy of a storm. And somehow, it seemed the sea was on fire. The peak of every wave was capped in a brilliant, pale blue light. Sparks scattered as they crashed and broke against each other, twinkling softly as they dimmed, turning the black waters in front of him into a second field of stars...

It was captivating, and magical, and so alien to his experiences that at first Janus felt sure that he was dreaming. But the wind whipping those waves was strong and cold. It tugged at the fabric of his clothes and stung his cheeks and nose where they had grown damp from the sea spray. The roughness of the wood beneath his bare feet was very real, and his wonder shifted quickly, first into confusion and then alarm-

Because Janus had no idea where he was, nor any idea how he had gotten there.

Pulling back from the sparkling waves, Janus crossed his arms against the cold sea air and tried to take stock of himself and his surroundings. He stood alone at the end of a wooden pier overlooking a modest harbor which, beyond the boats rocking fitfully where they were moored in the rough waters, appeared to be basically empty. It was night time, and it was cold, and he was dressed in nothing but his pajamas. His feet were bare and they were sore—the soles tender and his toes freezing—like he had been walking around barefoot for a while. And it may have been the sudden shock of coming to awareness the way he had, but his blood felt like it was buzzing, like he had just stepped off of a roller-coaster. His throat burned, and he felt lightheaded and shaky-

And Janus supposed if he was going to be wandering around at night barefoot and half-frozen he might as well get sick from it. But seriously, fuck his life.

He didn't have his watch, so he couldn't guess how late it was, and he didn't happen to have his phone in his pajamas pocket because when had he ever been that lucky? The harbor was silent except for the wind and the waves and the sound of the boats at their docks, illuminated where the water lapped at their hulls by the same strange blue light that had held him mesmerized. There was nothing familiar about it, which only meant that it wasn't the same harbor where the ferry had docked when he first arrived at the town of Tam's Landing. On an island the size of Inch Murrough, there would of course be more than one, but at the same time it was hardly large enough that he imagined there could be that many...

There was only so lost one could get on an island with just the single town, right?

He would hope that he was still on Inch Murrough, at the very least, because finding himself elsewhere would make this whole alarming situation a much bigger problem than it already was. The last thing Janus remembered was lying down to sleep in his bed at the boarding house. He had booked his room for the week, assuming it would take him at least that long to find what he had come all this way for. There was supposed to be a resort hotel on the western side of the island, but he had learned that it was unfortunately seasonal and wouldn't be open until the summer. Though it was just as well, truly, given his limited assets. On his voyage out, the ferry captain had offered his recommendation for the bed and breakfast on the north side if he could afford it, or Greene's Boarding House to the south and it's...colorful landlord, if he couldn't.

(As it turned out, people didn't exactly trip over themselves forgiving student loans after you'd been expelled halfway through a degree for enrollment fraud. He was more than used to seeing his choices dwindling before him by this point.)

For better or worse, Janus found himself shaken out of this dreary thread of recollection by a tap on his shoulder. Then another on the top of his head. Sure enough, as he looked out over the strangely-glowing waves, the dark water became speckled with glimmering ripples as the thickening clouds the wind had drawn in from the sea began to release their burden. Janus cursed the weather, cursed his luck, and cursed his father on top of both for good measure because why not. If he wasn't sick already, he definitely would be if he stayed standing out here like a fool.

Questioning how he even got there was something he could worry about once he got himself out of the damned rain.

By the time he escaped the waterfront and reached the shelter of an awning on an adjoining street, the rain had begun to fall in earnest. The flannel of his top was damp and heavy on his shoulders, and was rapidly wicking away what little warmth it had previously allowed him to hold onto. Poorly dressed for it as he was, in the chill of a late autumn night the rain had just shifted his situation from uncomfortable to genuinely dangerous. And whatever the hour, Janus only knew that it was late. Late enough that it was probably early. The streets were that eerie sort of empty, and the clatter of driving raindrops chased every other sound out of existence. He shivered in his sad, isolated little pocket of misery, closed off from the rest of the world by a curtain of hissing rain.

Consequently, he was so caught up in that misery that he missed the approach of someone else arriving to intrude on his pathetic little scene.

A flash of movement and color at the corner of his eye was what finally caught his attention, and Janus looked up to find himself being watched. The man looked like he sat on the early border of his thirties or thereabouts. He had brown hair and brown eyes—currently wide with surprise—that stared back at him from behind a pair of black-framed glasses. Though, perhaps the most pertinent detail—or at least the one most pertinent to Janus—was that the man was far better dressed and equipped for the weather than he was. In particular, Janus found himself looking at the man's green, frog-eyed umbrella with an almost violent amount of envy.

"Oh, gosh," the man stammered suddenly, clearly trying to shake himself from his earlier surprise. "Are you-"

"Freezing," Janus answered through clenched teeth before the other could finish.

He imagined the question was likely meant to end differently. Still, in his mind, his answer was the only truly important one in that moment. His throat pinched on the word, reminding him once again of its soreness. He chose not to elaborate further.

With a surprised blink, the man winced sheepishly.

"Of course! I-" Looking around the empty street, perhaps expecting the rain to offer some solution, he stumbled toward the awning. "How-"

He cut himself off shaking his head.

"Never mind, it doesn't-" he said, mostly to himself, as he held out his umbrella. "Here. I- I'm not sure what we can do about-" His eyes flicked down, taking in Janus's lack of shoes. "But I- I mean- We're not far from where I work. You can wait it out there—or at least get dry."

Janus might have bothered to stutter out a thank you, but he doubted there was much he could meaningfully express through chattering teeth and a tortured throat. Still, as he ducked silently under the offered umbrella he was grateful nonetheless. He was even more grateful that the man, clear questions aside, did not stick around to chitchat once he had.

"It's just down the street."

[loudblonde]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male!Reader Mafia AU (Chapter 8) Controlled Burning

Summary: Their so far bliss-filled, almost lovingly, time spent away from the business and Price is cut short with unfortunate news. With no choice but to escape they begin their journey towards France.

Warnings: alluded to canon typical violence, emotional distance.

Word count: 1,6K

The tension was high as (Y/N) prepared breakfast. He had let his business side slip and it had affected Simon who was sitting by the kitchen island with a cup of tea between his hands. His eyes were looking down at the tea, watching the rings form as (Y/N) moved about in the kitchen. His breaths came out silent, as though he was minimising his presence, not wanting to be seen or heard. It looked weird, that such a large imposing man could shrink away, a man who (Y/N) was sure had faced worse or perhaps it was just a shock to see the man he shared a bed with go from somewhat loving to completely the opposite. 

Yet (Y/N) couldn’t make himself care too much, after all, Simon, no, Ghost was here to protect him. His father had said to not get attached, to not fully trust Ghost. (Y/N) couldn’t see why, couldn’t understand why his father would possibly tell him that right before sticking him someplace remote with the man. 

(Y/N) was conflicted, on one hand, he was honoured to get to know Simon and not Ghost but on the other hand, his father's words and worry still had a hold of him.

(Y/N) placed some buttered Toast and scrambled eggs in front of Simon who looked up at him and blinked. “Sorry, I was in my own thoughts.” He said, letting go of his cup. 

(Y/N) placed his hand on top of Simon’s and smiled. “Hey. Don’t worry about it, Si.” He said, leaning on the table. There was only one way to prevent Simon from betraying him. He needed to make the man attached to him, completely and thoroughly. “I am sorry for earlier, I didn’t mean to spook you.” (Y/N) didn’t lie, he hadn’t meant to spook nor scare Simon. “I let myself get carried away and that isn’t alright.” 

Simon’s eyes searched for any notion of lie or punishment but found nothing. Simon simply gave a small smile. “I know, (Nickname),” Simon said, his voice hiding how shaken he still was. 

The difference between Ghost and Simon was just as night and day. Two complete sides and (Y/N) had wormed his way to Simon without even trying. (Y/N) had Simon wrapped around his finger in a way that could only be described as dangerous. Yet, (Y/N) wasn’t aware of this. After all… How could anyone love a monster such as (Y/N)? Whose hands were stained with the blood of both innocence and sinners alike? Hands that had choked out people since childhood and killed since his early teen years. (Y/N) in many ways was just as guilty and broken as Simon, he just hid it better. 

“Eat, you need to get your blood sugar up.” (Y/N) said, gently letting his thumb run across Simon’s hand. “I am going outside and taking a swim, I will be back within an hour, if you feel like coming out I would enjoy your company.” (Y/N) said before letting go. He shot Simon a smile before going to get dressed. 

(Y/N) wore swimming trunks before heading out into the water, his towel resting on the chairs. He started swimming, making sure to keep an eye out. Not only for people but also for other things. (Y/N) wasn’t superstitious by nature but he would be damned if he didn’t listen to the mythology of the land he was in, there was always a grain of truth hidden somewhere.

(Y/N) swam for 20 minutes before he heard the door open and close, he stopped and glanced back before seeing Simon standing and watching him. (Y/N) smirked a bit as he swam over, easily getting right up next to the area where the deck entered the water. 

(Y/N) placed his arms on the deck. “Hey, sailor~ Come here often?” He asked, drawing a chuckle from Simon. 

“Ya a mermaid?” Simon asked as he sat down a bit away from (Y/N) but still within arms reach. “Merman? Is that the name of a male mermaid?” 

(Y/N) chuckled and tilted his head a bit. “I could be a merman, but no I don’t think I can sing well enough to be a…” Simon's phone begins ringing. 

He picked it up and glanced at the name before answering. “Yes?”

On the other line, a cough came. ‘Get my son out of the country, things have gone to shits. I am fine but my son is the next in line for all of this, protect him at all costs. Soap get your fucking bombs under control!’ Price yelled at the end, causing Ghost to pull away from the phone slightly. ‘There is a man by the docks that you will go to, you know who, he will get you both on a boat to France, the safest option by far. Do you understand?’ 

“Yes sir. I understand.” Ghost said, his eyes hardened. 

‘Good, leave immediately, someone tipped them off about your location. Scorch earth, Ghost. Burn it all down, I don’t want anything remaining there.’ Price said a heavy tone of sadness was present. 

“Okay, I can do that,” Ghost said, his sentences short and to the point. He was, after all, on the job. 

‘Good, if I don’t make it, Soap will contact you.’ Price said before hanging up. Simon pulled out his balaclava and put it on before standing. He held a hand out to (Y/N) who took it and stood up. 

“I will get dressed.” (Y/N) said and grabbed his towel. He hurried into the house and gathered his things in his bag, never more than he could carry. Only the most important things could be packed up with no problems. (Y/N) opted for dressing in something more casual, less noticeable. Some regular jeans and a loose t-shirt. He glanced in the mirror and nodded to himself. He was decent. He looked normal, average if you will. 

Meanwhile, Ghost was packed in little time, his bag in the car with some jerky for them both and some water bottles. He took the extra gas and began pouring it everywhere in the cabin, making sure to get the files first. He walked back upstairs and looked at (Y/N) standing at the door. “Ready to leave, sir?” Ghost asked. 

(Y/N) nodded. “Of course, Ghost. I will be in the car.” He said and left. Things had gone sideways enough that they needed to run, to get away. If things got even worse (Y/N) knew he had someone he could call to help, someone who would offer them sanctuary no questions asked. (Y/N) got into the back seat and glanced away as the house was set aflame.

Ghost got into the driver's seat and took off. 

(Y/N) leaned back, his eyes never leaving the window. He wasn’t even looking outside, he just got lost in his own mind. He had gotten too used to Simon, the detached state of Ghost wasn’t in his plans. He didn’t know how to work with that side of the man. It wasn’t something he had calculated for. Simon was a sweet man starving for touch and praise. Very broken, like (Y/N) but he could be helped away from it. Even if just a little. But Ghost was different. Ghost was a mask used to scare people and to keep Simon under wraps, to keep out his emotions and self-doubt. Ghost was the soldier who followed every order without hesitation. A perfectly crafted and moulded specimen that his father had full control over and (Y/N), for one, couldn’t wait to have the same control. 

“If we get followed into France I have someone we can go to, he operates an old bunker system that the french government doesn’t know about.” (Y/N) said. 

Ghost glanced in the rearview mirror for a second before looking back to the road. “What is his name?” 

“König.” (Y/N) replied and shifted in his sleep. “He has full loyalty to me, he would take us in, no questions asked and he would never say a word to anyone about us being there.” 

“When we get to France, we will consider if we should call him.” That was all that Ghost said. 

(Y/N) nodded and leaned back, he prepared for a long drive and an even longer sail trip. It would be nighttime by the time they arrived in France, and they would need a hotel before going anywhere. 

“I will book us a hotel, a fully discrete place.” (Y/N) said and took his phone out. “The rooms are small, not designed for two so we will need to share a bed.” 

Ghost hummed in response, confirming that it was okay. 

I love the smell of rain on a sunny afternoon, preferably close to the city. I like the noise level at two in the evening. It’s all quiet.

(Y/N) gave a nod, closed himself off and opened the web link. 

No, I always get restless. But if it changes I usually take something light, like müsli bars. 

The person on the other side started writing. 

I like that time as well. Do you like eating around that time?

(Y/N) replied before the chat shut down. “And we have a reservation.” 

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[squaggies]

[Daily Haruhi Doodle: 57] Back again, in the ordinary scenery

endless 8 is finally over, that was actually quite fun despite the limitations i set for myself. i'll see what i can do further to sync up the days with where the events are in the story. but i wont do it with the same gag i did for endless 8, that gag is a dead horse

i might just slowly retell the story from here/sigh onward, though i wouldve liked to do remote island so i might go back and do that too. im not too sure if i'll draw past the books for the sake of spoilers for those who havent read though them

[the-dog-watch]

The Thirteen-Gun Salute

me: i am fundamentally opposed to the british empire and all forms of colonialism and imperialism. history is a record of their atrocities.

my therapist: that's fair

me: but i love it when god's chosen captain jack aubrey is restored to the navy list and reclaims his sword so ere long he may draw it once more in the honorable defense of his country.

my therapist: who doesn't?

(once again, apologies to the OP)

Patrick O'Brian loves to repeat character-types throughout the Aubrey/Maturin series. For example, the  beautiful, fashionable lady spies who end up embroiled in Stephen’s intelligence work, characters  like Mrs. Wogan in Desolation Island or Mrs. Fielding in Treason's Harbour. Enjoyable in their way (personally I have a lot of fondness for Mrs. Fielding’s failed seduction in The Ionian Mission) but I never find myself that interested in them on their own, or at least not as interested in them as I am in the original; they’re all pale shades of Diana. They might be fancy and beautiful and high class but they lack her ineffable quality of being a messy bitch.

If Diana is the red-blooded progenitor of the Beautiful Lady Spy archetype, then Stephen is the progenitor of another recurring character type: the Bisexual Man with Mental Health problems, another iteration of which is Lord Clonfert from The Mauritius Command, who was the most interesting part of what I personally find to be the weakest, most insubstantial of the books. In Jo Walton’s reading guide, which I’ve been using a little bit, one of the commenters pointed out that the dipsomaniac doctor McAdams and Lord Clonfert are "dark reflections" of Stephen and Jack, an idea I find fascinating. Mirror universe Aubrey and Maturin...spooky!

But anyway, I bring this up because Andrew Wray is yet another iteration of the Bisexual Man with Mental Health Problems, certainly a more destructive and a much more functional antagonist than Clonfert ever was. I really liked the dissection scene; in her review Jo Walton said she found it so gruesome she almost "didn't want to know Stephen anymore;" no disrespect to her but some of us are built different. This is one of my favorite Stephen Maturin crazy ass moments of all time, up there with self-surgery in HMS Surprise and that time he stocked up on too many stimulants in Sweden and accidentally turned all the ship's rats into coke fiends.

But, sadly, overall the messy gay drama with Wray and Ledward (WHO THE FUCK EVEN WAS LEDWARD did we ever even see him speak????) was a little too understated, even for me. Obviously I didn't expect Stephen or Jack to get revenge on them in the traditional way, but something a little more definite than Jack getting pissy at a dinner after the fact could have done the trick, I think.

The dissatisfaction I feel with it is what brings me back to Clonfert; the actual plot of The Mauritius Command feels very remote and inert to me, and Clonfert is the most vivid part. Jack is so basically above him in all ways (or so Stephen describes it) that Clonfert completely destroys himself out of his neuroses and Jack is shielded by Stephen from ever even knowing about or being hurt by it. It was similarly anticlimactic but there was an element of tragedy and pathos to it, and Stephen’s shielding Jack from the disturbing truth has an echo in Stephen’s own inability to fully open up to Jack about Diana, Stephen's inability to open up about pretty much everything.

Thankfully, this book has way more going for it than The Mauritius Command. I like the rhythm and episodic nature of these latter books much more than TMC's rigid retelling of a historical naval campaign. Stephen re-living some of his revolutionary past with the United Irishmen, and re-living some of the divided loyalties poor James Dillon (may he rest in pieces) felt in the first novel was a welcome call back, the Kumai trip was generally wonderful, I was pretty happy about Jack's ultimate ambivalence about being reinstated in the Navy again, and I LOVE the Stephen Maturin Strikes It Rich storyline (more on that next time I think; I do think it's very funny that when it comes to money, neither Stephen nor Jack is 'the smart one.')

I got to really love the Diane, and this is the first time we’ve had a genuine shipwreck; as exciting as that was, it was genuinely heartbreaking to lose her. RIP Diane but I’m already well into the next book and in love with my new girl (Nutmeg of Consolation, you will always be famous. 😭)

Personal Ranking

The Far Side of the World (10) > HMS Surprise (3) > Desolation Island (5) > The Reverse of the Medal (11) > The Ionian Mission (8) > The Fortune of War (6) > Master & Commander (1) > The Surgeon’s Mate (7) > Treason's Harbour (9) > The Letter of Marque (12) > The Thirteen-Gun Salute (13) > Post Captain (2) > The Mauritius Command (4)

[m0mmat0rtle]

༝ ˚ ｡⋆𝐎𝐍𝐄⋆｡ ˚ ༝

The Sea isn't like most people.

No, the sea isn't like people at all. She is calm when allowed and wild when provoked.

The sea is not just. The sea is wild, natural. She is a part of nature, the most vital part of nature.

The sea is life. The ocean makes up over half of the planet and is vastly undiscovered.

Who are we without the sea? What is earth without the ocean? We are the blue planet after all, a people with bodies made up mostly of water. The sea flows through us.

"Mother Ocean" as she is so famously called, is as vital to us as the air we breathe. Water is the key to life.

Essential.

We must have it to live but we cannot control it. Not even magic can tame it. The ocean doesn't listen to us and we have chosen to ignore it more and more.

But one day, the ocean did listen to us. The ocean did act as a person and the results were far beyond what anyone could comprehend. Certainly no muggle, no ordinary city dwelling person could ever understand it.

My name is Sereia, I am the one that the sea spoke for. Because of its intervention in my life I became the one and only Sea Witch.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Unlike most people who were raised by their human mommas and pappas, wizard or muggle alike, I was raised by the sea.

I know what you're thinking, I don't need magic for that. How is that possible?

Stop asking questions. Stop doubting me. Just hush up and listen, would you? That's why you're here, ain't it? And don't go telling me that "ain't" isn't a word. I don't care. I was raised by the sea, remember? You really think I'm gonna speak correctly? Nope. get some perspective here, little girl raised by the sea in the wild on one of them remote costal islands. I'm going to do anything but speak correctly.

I've never minded living out here on my own. Some people will claim that the carolina crystal coast is one of the most beautiful things they have ever seen. They'll swear it up and down. And they're absolutely right.

And just how did I get to living out here all alone with no momma or poppa? Well, that's the thing, ain't it? I don't really know. I had parents, once, we all do. But what happened to them I just can't say.

I remember their faces, distant and blurry. I remember being young and loved and laughing as I ran up and down a sand bank, playing with them.

I remember sudden cries of panic and shouts for me to be spared. Then a flash of green light and someone shielding me from whatever took them. Ever since then it was just me and the ocean.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Now you're probably all wondering how such a wild thing as me, ended up in hogwarts.

Go on, you can ask me, I won't bite. You'd say "How did you end up at Hogwarts, Sereia?"

There you go. Well, it all started on a hot summer day. I had been working, doing what I had always done since the loss of my parents. I needed something to distract myself and the only reliable thing in my life now had been the sea.

And thus, I began to study it. I would wake up, eat, go outside to the marsh and find some snails curling up the cordgrass. I'd be in the water with them, of course, no use in trying to study something if you ain't gonna be in the water with it.

I'd sketch a picture of it, write down what I had observed it doing, and then lunch. Then after lunch it was back to studying something.

This time I would take to the shells on the shore. I'd sit out there in whatever dress I had decided to ruin that day, my belly against the sand, and draw whatever shell I had chosen as my subject. I would write down some key aspects of it and how many like it I could find, and then it was back home for supper and bed.

But if it were summer, or at least somewhat warmer out, I'd go out side to watch the fireflies. They were like summer stars, watching them fly about and shine their lights. I studied them too. Fascinating creatures, fire flies, did you know the females are cannibals?

Sure are, they eat the males when they're feeling hungry and don't have to mate. In all my time, studying those fascinating creatures, I never sought to study the most fascinating creature of all. Myself.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

It wasn't until that summer's day that I woke up to an Owl on the perch of my open window, with a letter in its beak that I realized something was up.

Where I come from, we have owls. They're a normal thing. But they don't come out during the day and they ain't decadent snowy white owls.

Which was exactly what this one was. So, naturally, I spent about five minutes just staring at the impossible thing in my window then actually doing something about it.

When I finally processed that there was an actual owl in my window and not just some sort of hallucination, I retrieved the envelope from its beak.

Once I did it flew off. Inside it there were two letters. The first, an acceptance letter to some school I had never heard of. Hogwarts. But the other was the more interesting of the two. It read as follows:

Sereia,

I can't believe I have finally found you.

It fills my heart with joy to know that you are alive and well. I send this to you in great enthusiasm and urgency.

Ever since your parents deaths I have worried about you. I have been trying for years to not only locate you, but to convince professor Black, the headmaster here at Hogwarts, to allow us to take you in and give you a safe home for you to own your skill as a young witch.

I have finally gotten through to him. He has allowed for you to come and start late as a six year. You will be assigned into the house which I am the head of, and your father was in, Slytherin.

Do not worry about any supplies. I will take care of it for you and you will find that it will all be delivered to your new dorm room.

I am ecstatic to meet you. I heard of you often via your parent's letters when you were young. They talked fondly of you, their little sea witch. They had always hoped that you would come here to hone your skill one day.

It is time to fulfill their wishes, Sereia. I will see you soon.

Best wishes,

Marina River

And really that was how this was all set into motion. I was taken to Hogwarts, it was the first time that I had seen a person who was not myself in a long while.

It was a lot to take in, no, that was an understatement, it was too much to take in.

This woman, Marina, had sent me another letter just days before my arrival at Hogwarts and had told me that she would meet me in the "Central Hall".

I had no idea what that was or where it was. I would just have to find my way there, at least that's what I thought. I never expected to meet the most unlikely guide on my first day.

Have you ever heard of "The blind leading the blind"? I'm assuming that you're getting what I'm saying. But yeah, I got so lost and turned around that the blind kid had to show me how to get to where I was supposed to go.

This is how I made my first "Friend". This is how I met Ominis Gaunt, the heir of Slytherin.

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[mariiabuhaievska]

Personal Statement

Hello, I am Mariia Buhaievska and I am from Ukraine. I was born and lived my entire life there, until I came to Korea for my undergraduate studies. At this moment in life, I am a learner, still discovering who I am and who I want to become. My deep interest in various forms of design has brought me to Yonsei UIC, where I am majoring in CDM (Culture and Design Management) and IID (Information Interaction Design).In the realm of art and design, I have experienced variety of different aspects. Starting with an official Art school, I learned traditional art, sculpture, and art history. I have also explored art and design on my own, creating graphic illustrations and animations through Procreate. At Yonsei, I have enhanced my skills in Blender, Unity, Adobe Photoshop, Adobe Illustrator, Adobe XD, Adobe Premiere, and MetaSpark Studio. I still must admit I am not as good with Touch Designer.

As a junior, I am seeking work experience in the design field. Currently, I have a part-time job as a graphic designer and product manager with the Ukrainian brand SweetStone. There I design packaging for their products and work on prototyping and production. Additionally, I am working as an RA (Residential Assistant) in the Appenzeller House for the third semester in a row. There, I guide freshman students, design programs, and collaborate with an RA team to organize large-scale events (approximately 150-200 people). I was a member of the DFK (Design Factory Korea) club and have also organized a Mockup Session event in collaboration with them.Beyond the design sphere, I am an introverted person who enjoys meaningful conversations with others yet cherishes time alone to find balance. Having recently adopted a cat, I now have much more home time than before :)

As mentioned, I appreciate the company of others and value understanding their perspectives. My favourite places are the high mountains and grassy fields; I am a true nature person who would prefer collecting mushrooms in the forest over a night out at a party. I enjoy drawing with gouache paints, creating 3D models in Blender, and surfing (even though I am not that good at the last one). Through the analysis of my favourite things, I have found my own style in art and life. Specifically, I've discovered that I enjoy depicting issues through nature by incorporating hard meanings into aesthetically pleasing elements, such as flowers (examples of which are available in my portfolio). I enjoy uncovering new design features and learning more about myself throughout the course. It was a really pleasant moment when I was able to create 3D models and environments on my own during my previous semester; it felt like unlocking a new level in a game, revealing fresh opportunities in design.

During this course, I am eager to learn more about gamification, which I believe is deeply connected with human psychology and thought processes—an area that fascinates me. I aim to understand why people prefer certain content or applications over others.

            My current dream is quite straightforward: to financially support myself and my parents while living peacefully in a nature-centric area. I want to live near mountains or the sea, perhaps in a place similar to Jeju Island, where I can surf and work remotely. My plan to realize this dream involves working as a designer in a Korean or US company to build my reputation among fellow designers and 3D modellers. Eventually, I intend to transition to freelancing and online work.

thank you

[jackazim]

WEEK 18 (10 - 14 MAY) (W18) 10/5/23 Handle police cadets independently

(W18) 11/5/23 Drawing and painting language lab

Another most adventurous week of my journey as a teacher was leading the co-curriculum activities independently. In order to be great at coaching and guiding the cadets, I had to flash backs on how things were when I was doing my co-curriculum activities at school. Surprisingly, some of the things taught were still the same as it was in my school back then. I conducted sharing session as well as march pass for the students. Other than that, me and my internship partners painted the walls of the Language Lab and I am so grateful everything turned out amazing.

Preparation: I had prepared myself with Youtube knowledge on survival day at an island, forest and other remote areas. I prepared some of the most interesting survival movies in storytelling my students to get their attention on being a great survivor at any places and as a great cadet with safety as top priority. I continued things with the march pass within my prior knowledge.

Challenges & Solution: Some of the challenges that I encounter are that I do lack of practical knowledge on how to light up fire using raw materials in a faster pace and being innovative with sticks and dried leaves. However, I studied through and managed to be successful with the help of other teachers' guidance.

Swot analysis: Strength: Able to discover the right knowledge to deliver and to attract students' attention. Able to grab students' interest in being a good survivor. Weakness: Need to improve practical skills on survival activities. Opportunity: Able to identify students’ preference and improve learning approach. Able to discover new things while being in the camp. Threat: No threats.

[anonygowose]

SO here's part one of the images and LORE included (mentally ill & brainrotting over them :/) THIS IS A VERY LONG POST (mostly for me anyways) !!! BEWARE LOL It starts out with Luke Deal, a guy who enjoys everything but is good at none of it!

He's finally decided to move out of his house and he's like ! shit I can't afford rent by myself!!!

Then here comes Rocky Road.

Rocky is an alien, he came down to Earth to admire the planet and to fall in love with all the people. He creates his own "human" form and wanders around Earth. He discovers Luke Deal freaking outside and is like ! Ohohoh my first human interaction, I can't wait for him to fall in love with me so I can ruin his life! Luke's like, bro, I need a roommate, and Rocky's like. Haha what's that

So they move in together

And Rocky's like actually I won't be mean to Luke because I need somebody to rely on and basically leech off of as I destroy the world

Rocky's just #quirky like that :3

(Luke on left, Rocky on right)

They immediately start a fire. They clean up the mess caused by it and decide to make their living space more colorful (on Rocky's behalf, he thought everything in the house seemed too dull and boring for his liking).

Later on Rocky is like. "LUKE! You. Take me places I want to explore this world!!!", so Luke's like "Ok that's weird but we can go fishing at a park?"

So they do. And they immediately catch a cowplant. They plant her and name her Moomie.

They give Moomie a stuffed bear as company and some music, which they all jam out to :D

Rocky realizes that night that maybe this planet isn't as bad as he actually thought, that they're all just living their life. He still wants to take advantage of people, but he realizes that here isn't like at home, people are just living their life and aren't constantly fighting for power. I head canon that Sim Earth is not even remotely close to Earth Earth, people are just out here living their lives.

So a few days later Rocky meets some guy named Mitchell who is head-over-heels for him. Like love at first sight kinda deal. Rocky's thinks "Awesome my first victim >:)" and as they're dating Rocky realizes how BORING this guy is. He doesn't want to do anything together, he doesn't care for Rocky's attempts at all and Rocky doesn't feel anything from this relationship. They argue and argue and Rocky doesn't understand why he's so fed up with someone he wanted to hurt at first, and out of anger Rocky breaks up with him. After this moment Mitchell is an absolute asshole towards him, actually upset at everything that went on and Rocky is sobbing over it all. Alien relationships are nothing compared to human ones, they're a lot more shallow and more for reproduction purposes than anything, so being in an actual human one for ~2 months was something Rocky was NOT prepared for. He knew they were deep (which is why he wanted to cause chaos by breaking hearts) but didn't know they were THAT deep.

So Luke takes him out for dinner as a result, feeling very bad for his absolutely destroyed roommate.

It was on Talk Like a Pirate Day too, so they had a lot of fun acting like idiots and drawing on coloring pages at dinner.

Another month passes before Rocky finally decides to confess to Luke that he is an alien, feeling relieved. Luke had absolutely ZERO idea the entire time, despite the signs (acts weird towards normal human things, glowing when over-emotional, etc.) and freaks out a bit, but eventually cools down and remembers that he's the same guy he's known for awhile now.

They both fall into separate jobs and hobbies (though, Rocky never kept a job for more than a week at a time).

Luke decided to become a comedian whilst Rocky picked up some creative hobbies. Knitting was one he fell in love with a lot.

During this time, Rocky decides to go out on his own. He goes off to Brindleton Bay, talking to some of the locals and hearing about a mysterious haunted island. He takes a boat over there and explores the area. It's actively thundering outside, he's hungry and tired, and he's scared as shit, but he sees a dog off to the distance that calls to him. He makes his way over and discovers it's a ghost dog. He gets overly excited at this discovery, as he hadn't known dogs had physical ghosts like humans. He befriended and adopted the dog before going home and passing out. Luke found him and the dog, with Rocky nearly dead due to his stupidity. The dog's name was Captain Whitaker, which they kept.

Luke and Rocky make a really good unintentional team, with Rocky setting fires to every flammable thing he sees (with Autumn becoming his favorite season for the abundance of leaf piles), and Luke jamming out besides the flames that were created.

Luke, enjoying everything, of course loves to cook. He eventually pushed Rocky into cooking with him for Harvestfest, as it was a holiday of appreciation and fun, sparking an interest for Rocky that he never knew he had. Alien foods aren't all that great, with a lack of spices the foods rely entirely on the flavor of the ingredients added. Even then it's all the same, goopy and bland. Human foods are far more unique, and cooking them is a blast!

Rocky meets yet another lover, a lady who lives across the street. This time Rocky decides to not make it official, and rather a "friends with benefits" sort of thing, as he imagined it would be less devastating on him once he decides to cut her off. This caused him to have nearly no feelings for her, which I guess was his plan, but ended up making him feel more empty than anything.

Anyway here's him being a total alien by straight up leaving her house via bike.

Luke decides to apply to some universities, dropping his job in the process. He hopes that maybe getting a degree will get him a better job. As much as he loves being a comedian, he realizes it isn't a great permanent job.

In between the stress of applying to colleges and scholarships, Luke plays games. He loves destruction, but unlike Rocky his fantasies are purely fictional. Maybe the alien could learn a thing or two from him. (Also yes, those are their placements from their first dinner together hanging on the wall above the computer).

Luke got accepted to some university, but ended up being a horrible student aka my excuse for my mods fucking up university and causing him to be an F grade student.

Rocky, on the other hand, had to become the sole provider for the household due to the fact Luke was now a full-time student who couldn't make much off of part-time jobs alone. This was overwhelmingly stressful for the both of them, as Rocky was incredible noncommittal and desperate for change (changing jobs weekly, which he had to stop doing if he were to provide for the household).

One night Luke woke up sobbing, having a horrible time with school and just the general inability to sleep.

He went over to Rocky's room, head down and woke him up. Rocky got up without any hesitation and sat with him, trying to make him feel better. Luke has always been this chill guy in Rocky's eyes, one who doesn't display any sort of negative emotion, so this was bewildering to him. He felt sort of protective in a way, not wanting Luke to ever feel this way again.

They made dumb jokes and hung out beneath the stars.

The next day is the Festival of Love! Rocky is hyped for this event, as it allows him to look for a new potential partner, as he hasn't given up his desire to break peoples' hearts. Luke joins him as he's never really thought of being in a relationship before, and wanted a reason to get out of the house and away from schoolwork.

This specific image makes me giggle, as Rocky is drinking two (alcoholic) drinks and is very much drunk, showing it off to others like "HAH you could only WISH you were me!!!"

Luke spends his time watching everyone together, and realizes that the only person who actually catches his eyes is Rocky. He tries to get his mind off this revelation, as Rocky is very much drunk and interacting with others in the park.

Eventually Luke gets up and talks to Rocky, trying to express his realizations and feelings for him, but unfortunately in Rocky's drunken haze he doesn't actually realize this. He instead laughs at it and makes a mess with petals, showering Luke with them.

Luke is a bit heartbroken at this, but understands that this probably isn't the right time anyways.

The next day is Luke's university festival. He's invited to go, despite failing every single one of his classes and having 0 friends. Rocky finds out about this festival and pushes Luke to go, getting him to allow the alien to come along.

Luke is nervous, understandably so, and despite his extroverted nature he becomes physically incapable of making any friends.

Rocky, on the other friend, finds the school mascot and immediately clicks with her.

He gets to know her, and she introduces herself as Seema. Unlike most others, Rocky actually clicks with her in a completely platonic way. This is the first person besides Luke that he has actually desired to form a friendship with.

Luke leaves unsatisfied, and Rocky leaves with a new friend.

Just a few days later, Luke receives a call. It's his University informing him that he has just gotten expelled for poor grades. Luke is devastated, but understands it was for the best, as he wouldn't of gotten any better during his time there.

He feels a mix of emotions; tense, anger, disappointment, relief. And just a few moments later, he gets a knock at his door.

It's his neighbor, the same one that Rocky (love interest) is having a near-relationship with. She's here to drop off a present for Luke for being a great neighbor. He isn't too happy for it, but he accepts it nonetheless.

A good few weeks ago Rocky got both him and Luke notebooks to journal in, as he heard it's a great way to jot down emotions and experiences. Whilst Rocky uses it for ideas of self-gain, Luke finally finds the time to open it and jot down all of his negative emotions.

It was 5 in the morning, he hadn't been able to sleep well at all, and finally decides it may help him a lot. It actually did, especially since Luke isn't used to controlling such feelings.

After calming down a bit, Luke decides to do some stress-baking. It's a great comforting activity for him, and nothing's better than some breakfast cake!

So I hop onto The Sims 4 on my brand new laptop to find out all of my saves had been wiped. OneDrive stopped backing up years ago. I didn't realize the Gallery was local-only (bold of me to assume that EA could ever possibly think of Cloud Save) and I lost all my households, including my comfort save with sims I've had for 3 years now. It was the one household I genuinely cared so much for, had a fuckton of lore of, and are the only human characters I actually draw relatively frequently. I have sobbed my eyes out about this and god damn, I didn't realize how emotionally attached I would get with a save. Luckily I screenshot everything (a folder I manually backed up via USB) so I still have all of their life events and outfits and such, and I did plan on making a short blog-like series with them (eg; they are the ones posting about their life) but. Waghfjdgj. Gonna be posting a buncha screenshots of them momentarily because I'm brainrotten

[peccolias]

Like a dragonfly, my life has been short. Full of excitement and freedom to experience life as it is, as it happens, and having the future and the end in mind but only as a distant inevitability, not something to hold me down or push me back. I'd spread my wings and flew in the only way I knew I could—by doing whatever I damn well pleased, even if it fell short of flying.

rika in palette #61 live your life for anon! i had to add a dark because these pastels drove me up a wall but im happy with it either way and the palette (and its name. i see what you did) suit her. hope you like!

[ravenadottir]

What has Fusebox stolen from fanfiction? (Genuine question)

the time people started writing and posting a lot of fanfiction for the game (myself included) was before wedding episodes, back in november/december/2019 and january/2020.

they weren't even gonna make a reunion and that's what motivated us to write tons for the game. and yes, some of the things the characters said or did were a follow up to what they had said back in the villa, like bobby opening a business of his own.

HOWEVER, some of the stuff we wrote made appearances and were really specific. i'm gonna break these down into "chapters" (things i wrote in post-villa fanfics) and "asks", because... asks were answered.

chapters:

chelsea hosting a halloween reunion for all the islanders:

"Halloween reunion in the Villa, with challenges, like a mystery to resolve. There's a Escape the room challenge..."

"... The Villa's decorated with spider webs and blood splatters. Instead of the usual neon lights, we'd have skull lamps..."

"...Someone should propose, like in season one, but It should be OUR LI."

here's the link to an old reblog (the original post is from october/2019). while it wasn't halloween, the key words made an appearance on a survey, months later, and i guess "murder mystery" made the cut. common? sure. but like... wasn't the reunion gonna be a theme party they discussed in the villa? there were two options and none of them was murder mystery, right?

anyway.

priya turning into an li. kind of what everyone wanted! but back then, it was obvious they had no intentions of making her not even remotely fruity, but i guess after seeing so many people writing about it, they went with it on cmm. there were TONS of priya fics on ao3, and i guess they didn't have the time to make it happen on wedding episodes.

jo and ibrahim had broken up in every reunion story. to this day i don't know why they did it. i did it because i hate her, but jo seemed kind of perfect for rahim outside of his route.

hope and noah had broken up too, in every chapter i wrote. it seemed they had no intentions of making that happen until they saw the fics from the players.

asks:

chelsea. being the hostess of the next season, which i also said it would be cool for tim or bobby to do the same, even if it was just a drop by appearance, on separate posts. a couple of other players said chelsea would be a great s3 host, around march or april/2020. that happened.

i said it was UNFAIR for tim not to have even a look back in season 2, and that if he ever showed up again he should talk about his post-villa romance with mc. that also happened on s3. BUT I HATE HIS FACE SO MUCH, OH MY GOD-

people asked me what priya's career would be if she wasn't a real estate agent anymore, since she mentions she wanted to change career paths, and i said fashion designer and that she would have her own company.

lottie moving out of the uk. i didn't specify where, but i did say she would move because the break up would be too much for her. she would say things like "i don't see myself here anymore" while glancing at gary, implying they weren't together. she was also changing career paths and it could be related to fashion and wigs.

henrik was backpacking because if he's not with mc, it wouldn't have worked with anyone else.

the excuse i used to not insert hannah in any chapters was that she was writing her memoirs from the villa, which she did say she was going to. but i said in the post that the book would be titled "something something prairie", because it was a nice reference to an old book i heard of before, and that's very on brand for hannah. the title they went with was "love on the prairie" in cmm.

carl being into anime. i even joked he was an otaku at some point in his teen years. that was added later, on matchmaker.

mind you, i only know matchmaker stuff that people post, so i might've missed a lot of things that made the cut.

ibrahim drawing. it was definitely around feb/mar/2020 and i said the reason why he draws it's because he learned from violet man comic books and it would be nice to expand on that.

arjun and elijah were together, and were seen by fans of the show around the beach (?) holding hands, implying they were a couple. i could be mistaken about the beach, but i did say it in asks that they were seen together, because the ask was about "do you think arjun and elijah became a couple out of their routes?".

also, i'm pretty sure i've seen players writing about lucas and henrik bumping into each other on a trip, which fusebox confirmed during wedding episodes. there was also implying of them getting together in those posts, which the company left ambiguous if you weren't marrying either of them.

there was so much material at the time, and many players have left the chat since then (like, hundreds) but i'm certain multiple things have made appearances.

there was a galaxy-brain anon who said "it would be so cool to have a wedding with our li's, and get to choose our maid-of-honor", back in november/2019. i remember well because it was one of the first asks i've ever got on tumblr. mind you, players were asking for a reunion specifically, not a wedding.

nan's "show" with gary was also a headcanon of ours. i answered an ask saying it would be hilarious to see gary and nan pranking each other, inspired by a guy that does this with his grandma on instagram. i can't remember if it was an anon or a player, but someone said they should have a podcast or a youtube show, where gary gets nan's reactions and opinions. fusebox turned into a tv show but it's very specific too.

all that i wrote was posted on an old blog, which became private out of nowhere, around april/2020. there was no content that would justify the change but... it didn't matter how many requests i sent to the staff, the blog never went back to normal. eventually i couldn't even visualize it anymore so i deleted it. this is why i have the @archiveravenadottir blog, to keep big posts reblogged there.

but yeah! i also can't for the life of me quote every little thing they got from other players. and some of these seem obvious, but if they were obvious why didn't they make it canon back then? why not making the characters' realities before?

at the time i thought i should make a post about it, but i didn't want to be petty. now? now i don't care. fuck it, let's be petty!

some of these things are just too specific, and honestly i don't blame the writers, but i blame the people that decided to not give credit. not even a nod. not even a tweet.

if anyone remember more stuff from this time, because my memory is the worst, please, let us know! i'm sure we can gather more because i know tumblr wasn't their only source. reddit and twitter had a good amount of material showing up too from what i've seen people complaining at the time.

[0zzysaurus]

Week 3 - Moonlit Escapades

A strange energy seems to encompass Lake Jellicle National Park in the dead of night. The full moon shines brightly above the tree line, and the water reflects a star-filled sky. There are whispered stories of creatures and cultists supposedly living in the mountains. But are any of them true?

Tuesday 19th Quick Fic - Campfire Prompt A handful of campers are gathered around a fire in the middle of the forest. In an attempt to weed out any scaredy-cats, they begin to tell scary stories. Try and write about the campers attempting to frighten each other with tales or pranks. While our prompt is optional, we recommend it. Please do your best to adhere to the theme of the event. If you’d like, feel free to post your works in the #fanfic-submissions channel in the Event category on Mistocord on the 19th!

Thursday 21st Art Challenge - Puppet Show Prompt Back at the main camp grounds, other campers are putting on a shadow puppet show. Draw the campers either putting on their show for the counsellors or designing/creating their craft puppets together. While our prompt is optional, we recommend it. Please do your best to adhere to the theme of the event. If you’d like, feel free to post your works in the #art-submissions channel in the Event category on Mistocord on the 21st!

Saturday 24th Movie Night - Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island (1998) Come join us in the Mistocord VC for our weekly film! 23:59GMT ‘Scooby-Doo and the gang reunite after a year-long hiatus. Daphne and Fred are determined to find real ghosts for their reality TV show, but have had no luck so far. However, during a visit to Louisiana, they chance upon a remote island supposedly inhabited by an undead pirate and his zombie crew.’ This is a Mistocord exclusive event. Mic muting will not be mandatory, and you may chat during the film if you choose. Individuals will have the option on their own Discord client to mute others if they’d prefer a silent viewing, and a guide on how to do so will be explained to new users of the platform. (A brief aside to address the lack of a Community Canvas last week. Unfortunately, with the intense weather combined with some illness, I haven't been able to work on large art projects without both my computer and myself struggling in the heat. This also means that this week's CC has additionally been cancelled. However, if the Discord community still shows interest, they may be brought back at a later date for non-Event specific completion. Thank you for your continued understanding and participation!)

[go-go-devil]

3,21 and 24 for the animation asks!

3) Name one cartoon series you never grew up with but felt that you would’ve LOVED as a kid!

Although I still don’t know a whole lot about it, I feel like I would’ve adored The Owl House had I caught it on tv as a youngster. I loved shows that revolved around monsters/demons so I could easily imagine myself drawing fanart of the creatures of the show obsessively in my sketchbooks, and I also vibe with whatever Eda Clawthorn’s got going on. The fact that show was openly queer is excellent! I really would’ve benefited from seeing that stuff in my cartoons...

21) How much has the medium of animation changed as you’ve grown older? Is there any era of it that you are most nostalgic for?

I’d say the biggest change I’ve seen in animation from my day is the rise in independent animation thanks to the Internet. Back when I was a kid Newgrounds was the only major hub of indie cartoons besides those who made their own websites for their shorts (this was before YouTube took off mind you). On tv you had to be very lucky for a station to show off your work, and if a viewer missed it than you had to hope it would get replayed somehow. Music videos were the luckiest in that regard; I can recall seeing some indie animation showcases on Nicktoons Network as a kid but those only aired once!

When it comes to mainstream animation, the one thing I miss the most was the variety of animation we had in the late-90′s and early-to-mid-2000′s. Back when Disney and Dreamworks were creating hand-drawn AND computer generated films one after the other, and when several shows experimented with multiple styles of animation (ex: Courage the Cowardly Dog, Code Lyoko, The Misadventures of Flapjack, etc.). It was also what I consider “the golden age” of animated documentaries, giving us great prehistoric docs left and right as well as excellent specbio classics such as The Future is Wild, Alien Planet, and Dragons: A Fantasy Made real

I don’t want to pretend everything was perfect in that decade (I do remember the writer’s strike after all...), but at the very least when taking mainstream animation into account it just felt more varied and creative compared to Disney’s regressive monopoly and all the generic crap Illumination keeps churning out

24) Gush over an animated film (feature length or short) that you find highly underrated!

L'Illusionniste (The Illusionist) is one of my favorite animated films AND NO ONE FREAKING TALKS ABOUT IT!!!!

It came out back in 2010 and was directed by Sylvain Chomet, the same guy who made Les Triplettes de Belleville which I also find to be underrated to some extent, though not nearly as much as this film. It’s a story told almost entirely without dialogue about a failing illusionist who meets a teenage girl while entertaining some locals on a remote Scottish island, who then stows away on his boat back to Paris because she thinks he actually has magic powers (and desperately wants to escape from that island). In fact, I learned recently that it was based off of an unfinished script from film legend Jacques Tati!

The animation is intricate and life-like, but also full of flair and intricate movement that live action simply cannot capture. While not as based in caricatures as Belleville it still has such a unique look to it; like an highly detailed sketchbook come to life. Such a sad, yet comfortable film. Highly recommend it!

[wizardofrozz]

Welcome to Westview!

Warnings: swearing

A/N: Enjoy 😁

Chapter 18

Clint POV

The sun filtered through the thin curtains, warming my face, and dragging me out of the safety of sleep. I blinked, instantly covering my face and groaning; I rolled over, reaching for Nat, only to find the bed empty. I flopped onto my back again, staring at the ceiling, as my memories from the night before started to pop up, bringing a headache with them. I sighed and threw the blankets off, sliding out of bed to stumble towards my dresser; I pulled on a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt. I wandered down the steps, only to find the living room empty; I rubbed at my eyes as I staggered into the kitchen. Nat stood near the backdoor, wearing skinny jeans and a black crop top, with a death grip on the mug of coffee as she stared off into space.

           “Morning, babe,” I grumbled, heading for the coffee pot.

           “Morning, birdie,” she called, smiling softly over her shoulder. “(Y/N) called this morning…Bucky didn’t come home last night.”

           “Fuck,” I hissed, bracing myself on the counter, and dropped my head. “Alright, let me chug some coffee, and we’ll go round up the troops.” I poured a full cup, chugging it as fast as I could despite the scorching temperature. Within 10 minutes, Nat and I were walking out the door, heading across the street; I glanced to my left and saw Thor, wearing jeans, a white shirt, and a baby blue zip-up hoodie, heading towards us.

           “(Y/N) called you guys too,” Thor called, his voice getting closer.

           “Yeah,” Nat sighed, leaning into my side. Thor’s shoulder’s sagged, and he shook his head before ushering us towards his brother’s house. Thor opened the door to an empty living room and decided to call out for his brother and sister-in-law; Loki’s green shirt caught my attention when he appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, and he quickly gestured us in.

The three of us hurried into the kitchen to find (Y/N), in skinny jeans and a plain white shirt, with a crying Steve in jeans and a navy hoodie, sitting around the island. “(Y/N). I can’t wait anymore. I barely slept last night,” Steve hiccupped, swiping at his face.

           “I think we need to talk to Wanda,” I cut in, surprising myself.

           “Wanda?” Steve croaked, turning his red-rimmed eyes towards me.

           “Just trust us,” Loki pressing, resting a hand on Steve’s shoulder, his lip twitching up briefly.

           “Let’s go,” Steve replied, pushing away from the island. The rest of us hurried after him, following him across the street to Wanda’s front door. Steve pounded on the door until it swung away from his fist to reveal a surprised Wanda.

           “…hi guys,” Wanda greeted with a raised eyebrow.

           “I need answers, Wanda,” Steve croaked, staring down at her.

           “Come in,” she whispered, stepping away to make room. Thor, Nat, Loki, (Y/N), and I followed Steve in and positioned ourselves awkwardly around the room.

           “Where are the boys?” Nat asked, her eyes darting around the house. Wanda pulled her hoodie tighter around herself, dropped onto the couch, and grabbed her bowl before looking up at the rest of us.

           “With Agnes,” Wanda mumbled, shoving a spoonful of cereal in her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

           “Sorry for what?” (Y/N) wonders aloud.

           “I was…am…grieving, and I dragged you guys into it,” Wanda sighs, picking up the remote from the couch and turning her eyes to the screen.

           “What the hell are you talking about?” Steve snaps, stepping in front of the TV.

           “Steve,” I warned, meeting his blazing blue eyes.

Steve narrowed his eyes at me then turned his gaze to Wanda again, boring holes into her face, but she had a faraway look in her eyes. “Wanda! Where. Is. Bucky.” Instead of answering, Wanda turned her head, training her eyes out the window; she straightened, setting the cereal bowl on the table but never taking her eyes off the window. I glanced around the room and shivered when I noticed Thor, Loki, and (Y/N) looking out the window too.

           “What’s wrong?” I pressed, glancing between my friends.

The front door flung open, smashing into the wall behind it, drawing everyone’s eyes towards the woman pushing into the house. “Wanda?” the woman called but stopped short, scanning the room. “Wanda!”

           “What are you doing?” Wanda hissed, jolting off the couch.

           “Wanda…” the woman whispered, slowly backing away.

           “How did you get in here?” Wanda slowly moved closer, pushing past Thor and Loki, who stood in her way. I glanced around the room, taking in the concerned and fearful gazes that were trained on Wanda.

           “Listen to me. This whole thing is about Vision,” the dark-haired woman pleaded, cowering slightly under Wanda’s gaze. I opened my mouth to cut in, but Wanda’s borderline growl cut me off.

           “Get out of my house.”

           “Hayward was trying to bring him – “

           “Don’t talk to me about that,” Wanda yelled, cutting the other woman off. “I don’t want to hear about it.” Red swirls of energy erupted from Wanda’s hands, throwing the woman out the door with Wanda following closely behind. I looked around the room at the terrified faces of my friends; the six of us snapped into action at the same time, pushing through the door, following Wanda.

           “All you do is lie!” Wanda screamed, pulling her magic away. The dark hair woman fell to the ground, but something was wrong; the earth trembled under her when she landed, her eyes burning a hypnotizing electric blue. Soft gasps and sounds of shock mingled in the air around the group, but Wanda didn’t seem to notice.

           “The only lies I’ve told are the ones you put in my mouth,” the woman shot back, standing tall again.

           “Careful what you say to me,” Wanda growled.

           “Wanda,” Nat called, stepping away from my side.

           “Natasha!” I hissed, reaching for her. Wanda glanced over her shoulder, her eyes landing on Nat; I recoiled at the emptiness that looked back at us. Nat stopped in her tracks, seemingly frozen by Wanda’s stare.

           “Do it, then. Take me out,” the woman offered, stretching her arms out. Wanda turned her attention back to her, pulling in deeper breaths as she assessed the woman challenging her; ultimately, Wanda didn’t attack her.

           “See, see? That’s where you and Hayward differ,” the woman said with a smile, moving a step closer. “He’s gonna burn Westview to the ground just to get what he wants. Don’t let him make you the villain.”

           “Who the fuck is Hayward?” Loki whispered, his eyes never leaving Wanda’s back. I racked my brain, trying to find a memory, anything to clarify the situation, but I came up empty. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw (Y/N) and Steve’s mouths open but close quickly; no one had an answer.

           “Maybe I already am,” Wanda whispered, dropping her head slightly.

           “I’m not afraid of you, Wanda. I lost the person closest to me, too. The worst thing I can think of has already happened to me, and I can’t change it. I can’t undo it” -the woman moved closer, offering her hand to Wanda- “I can’t control this pain anymore. And I don’t think I want to because it’s my truth. Wanda, you have to….”

           “Young lady, I think you overstayed your welcome. Poor Wanda’s been through enough.” I jumped at the sound of Agnes’ voice, my head snapping towards her house; I watched her walk across the yard, glancing at the rest of us standing around before getting to Wanda’s side.

           “This doesn’t concern you. Wanda…” the dark-haired woman pleaded.

           “Run along, dear,” Agnes asserted, narrowing her eyes. Agnes started pulling Wanda away towards her house, towards Wanda’s sons; (Y/N), and Loki seemed to snap out of their shocked state first.

           “We can’t let her go alone,” (Y/N) hissed, grabbing Loki’s arm.

           “Wanda, you have to take it down,” the other woman shouted.

           “No,” Wanda shouted, twisting in Agnes’ arms to point at the woman in the street. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

           “Go. The rest of us will deal with” -Thor lazily gestured towards the street- “whoever this is.” Loki and (Y/N) looked at each other then nodded, lacing their hands together before hurrying towards Agnes’ house.

           “My head hurts,” I mumbled to Nat.

           “Right there with you, birdie,” Nat sighed, leaning her head on my shoulder.

           “Who are you?” Thor yelled, stepping in front of the remaining group. The woman lifted her head, training her eyes on the sizeable blonde positioning himself between us and her.

           “Captain Monica Rambeau,” she called, raising her hands. “I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

           “Why are you here?” Steve called, stepping up next to Thor. Steve narrowed his eyes, turning his head slightly like he was trying to hear something far off.

           “I’m trying to save you,” Monica offered. “All of you. Before it’s too late.”

           “Save us from what?” I cut in, narrowing my eyes and flinching back in confusion.

           “Bucky,” Steve suddenly mumbled. I followed Steve’s gaze to find a figure jogging down the street; as it got closer, Bucky’s familiar features came into focus. “Bucky!” Steve took off, closing the distance and basically throwing himself into his partner’s arms. Bucky laughed, burying his face in Steve’s neck before lifting him off his feet and slowly making his way closer to us.

           “Hi Stevie,” Bucky chuckled breathlessly, setting him down near Thor again. Bucky pulled away, smiling at Steve’s soft protest, and looked around quickly. “Where’s Vision?”

           “We haven’t seen him,” I answered. “Where the hell have you been?”

           “Long story,” Bucky sighed, still trying to catch his breath.

           “Bucky, what’s wrong with your arm!” Nat shouted, covering her mouth.

           “Again…long story.” Bucky panted, widening his stance, resting his hands on his hips and dropping his head as he heaved.

           “What the fuck is going on?” Thor stuttered, turning his attention back to Monica.

           “We don’t have the time for me to fill all of you in. We need to find Vision before Hayward sends in his weapon.” Monica moved closer, raising her hands again as she approached a tense Thor. “Please, I’m only here to help.”

           “She’s fine,” Bucky panted, waving a hand in her general direction.

           “You…” Monica started, but Bucky stopped her with a hand.

           “Yes, leave it at that,” Bucky snapped. Something resembling sorrow creased the lines of Monica’s face as she dropped her eyes to the ground and nodded. I turned my gaze to Bucky, finding a similar look as his lips turned down into a slight frown and something stirred in my chest. I looked down at Nat, who was still pressed against my side and swallowed back the tsunami of tears and pain that threatened to tear out of me.

           “Steve. Bucky,” Thor called, grabbing their attention. “Let’s go look for Vision. Clint, you and Natasha go with Monica.”

           “Alright, as long as you don’t pull any of your glowy magic shit again,” I snorted, trying to smile at Monica.

           “I won’t, but….” Monica trailed off, taking her time to look at Thor, then Steve, Bucky, Nat, and me. “None of you-“

           “Stop,” Bucky snapped, stepping in front of her. Monica stood straighter at the sudden invasion of her personal space; I watched her eyes flicker between Bucky’s before her face fell. I couldn’t hear what she said from where I stood but based on her lips, it almost looked like they don’t know about themselves. My mind reeled at her apparent words, and I blinked as if it would clear the fog of confusion handing around me.

           “Let’s work out the kinks later,” Nat sighed, rolling her eyes.

           “Yeah,” Monica breathed, finally breaking eye contact with Bucky. Monica took a step away, glancing at Bucky before stepping around him towards Nat and me. Bucky took a deep breath and moved closer to Steve, his eyes raking over his partner’s face; Thor stepped forward, clapping Bucky’s shoulder, and smiling softly.

           “Please be careful, guys,” Steve called, trying to smile, but it seemed more like a grimace.

           “You too,” I croaked, pulling my lips into my mouth. Thor, Steve, and Bucky nodded before jogging off in the direction Bucky came from, already talking amongst themselves.

           “Let’s see if we can get into Agnes’ house from the cellar door,” Monica offered, bringing my attention back to her.

           “Do you know what she’s hiding?” Nat fell in step with Monica, leaving me standing frozen in Wanda’s yard. “Clint?”

           “Yeah…yeah,” I breathed, turning away from the shrinking figures of my friends.

           “No. Wanda has been very particular about what we could see,” Monica sighed.

           “What you could see?” I finally spit out.

           “Up until recently, your lives were a TV show,” Monica ventured gently.

           “Excuse me,” I choked out, blinking lamely at her.

           “It’s a long story that we don’t have time for right now,” Monica sighed, picking up her pace. “Come on.” I surveyed the street, looking for anyone who could see us before joining Monica and Nat; I stepped up close behind Nat, pressing a kiss to her hair, earning a soft hum.

           “Clear?” Nat whispered.

           “Clear,” I replied, nodding at Monica. Her hands wrapped around the handles of the cellar doors, and she yanked them open, revealing a set of steps. The thrum of purple energy intertwined with the creeping roots covering the visible walls and floor opened a pit of anxiety in my stomach.

           “What the fuck,” Nat whispered, stiffening against me.

           “Snoopers gonna snoop,” someone sighed, and a spark of recognition hit me. I glanced over my shoulder, meeting Pietro’s eyes before pain bloomed in the back of my head and everything went dark.

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