#❯. ─── IF YOU'LL BE THE INK‚ I'LL BE THE PAGE // [WRITTEN]

[xe-company]

SOME FRIENDS THAT YOOBIN HAS !! [CHOI YOOBIN | 최유빈]

[These are a few idols that she has been friends with either before predebut, during predebut, and after debuting !!]

❖ ATHENA [NINETALES] - BEST FRIENDS

The two are childhood best friends !! even though ATHENA is from Ilsan and YOOBIN is from Busan but YOOBIN grew up mainly in Ilsan. They lived under an hour away from each other and attended school together. 

They were still in touch while they were each trainees and even now after both of them have debuted. 

❖ MISO [DREAMNOTE] - BEST FRIENDS

Another set of childhood best friends !! 

People were made aware of their cute friendship when people started asking who was the lockscreen on MISO’s phone. 

It was a photo of YOOBIN when they met up a month prior. 

They still keep in contact but not as much as they used to when they were trainees. 

❖ IZ*ONE‘s CHAEYEON - CLOSE FRIENDS

She’s actually close to all of IZ*ONE !

BIG supporter on her Solo debut !! she loves CHAEYEON !!

After IZ*ONE disbanded she really kept in constant contact with CHAEYEON. 

She had met them during a overlapping schedule in 2019. 

The two shared common interests and bonded quickly !!

❖ LE SSERAFIM SAKURA - CLOSE FRIENDS

98′ LINERS !!

She knew SAKURA already from when she was in IZ*ONE !

SAKURA was quick to introduce YOOBIN to the rest of LE SSERAFIM. 

The two have a lot of inside jokes with each other and often play games together when they both have free time. 

SAKURA acts like her mom when she forgets to eat, rest, and drink. 

❖ CHERRY BULLET - COMPANY SIBLINGS

Due to being under the same label she was automatically close to the members of CHERRY BULLET.

Out of all members she is the closest to HAEYOON, BORA, and former members MIRAE + LINLIN.

She likes hanging out with them as a way to get away from the boys. 

Loves buying them coffee carts and food for their schedules !!

She’s basically a mom to the whole group.

She and the group have shared stories on how she would help them during their trainee days. 

❖ SEVENTEEN’s VERNON + SEUNGKWAN + DINO - CLOSE FRIENDS

98′ line trio and the maknae group! 

She was already close to SEUNGKWAN as they were classmates; he introduced her to the rest of the group but she became the closest to BOO, VERNON, and DINO. 

Best believe they go to each others tours. 

She tries her hardest to learn their choreography.

Chan tries to help her bless him

❖ ONEUS + ONEWE - FRIENDS

The two groups are like a package deal; you get ONEUS, you get ONEWE or vice versa. 

Originally she, KEONHEE, and HWANWOONG were a part of a big 98′ liner group chat so they were introduced by others in group chat and were quick to become friends. 

Would like to hang out with them more but their schedules always conflict each other. 

❖ P1HARMONY - COMPANY SIBLINGS

Being under the same company they were bound to be close friends. 

Their members have accidently walked into the studio she does VLIVES in multiple times.

And she’s done the same too. 

The boys are like her younger brothers and she loves surprising them at their schedules. 

❖ IKON - FRIENDS

Before they personally met on KINGDOM, she had expressed her interest in the group on many occasions and had shown a few albums of theirs she owned that she has in her studio along with other groups. 

She’s the closest to BOBBY + CHAN.

Not the closest to this group compared to other groups but they still interact. 

[onddau]

Days passed, their research sessions a constant push and pull. Draco seemed to delight in riling Hermione up, and she found herself unable to contain her frustration. She swore to Merlin he was doing it on purpose.

His "accidental" ink spill on her meticulously written notes had been the last straw. The memory of his smug smile still made her blood boil.

Now, Hermione sat at their shared desk, book in one hand and rifling through papers with the other. "Malfoy, what do you think about substituting ashwinder eggs for—" She looked up, realizing he wasn’t paying attention. He sat there, seemingly absorbed in a book, ignoring her completely. Again.

Hermione gritted her teeth. "Malfoy, I asked you a question."

Silence.

Hermione slammed her book shut. "I swear to Godric, if you don't look at me and answer this question, I'll—"

"You'll what, Granger?" Draco drawled, still not looking up. "Dock points? Give me detention?"

Hermione gritted her teeth, frustration building. "This is supposed to be a partnership, Malfoy. The least you could do is acknowledge me when I'm speaking to you."

Draco flipped a page in his book, seemingly oblivious to her growing anger.

Something in Hermione snapped, but this time, a different idea formed in her mind. She stood, circling the desk slowly, her voice dropping to a controlled, almost dangerous tone. "Malfoy. I asked you a question."

When he continued to feign interest in his book, Hermione made her move. She gripped the back of his chair, tilting it back slightly. Leaning in close, she placed one hand on his chest, the other on the chair behind him.

"I said," she murmured, her face inches from his, "I asked you a question."

Draco’s eyes widened in surprise, his usual smirk faltering. For once, he seemed at a loss for words.

Hermione allowed herself a tiny but confident smile. "What's wrong, Malfoy? Kneazle got your tongue?"

She watched as he swallowed hard, his eyes flickering briefly to her lips before meeting her gaze again.

"I... what was the question again?" he managed, his voice slightly hoarse.

Hermione’s smile widened, enjoying this newfound power. "The ashwinder eggs. Yes or no?"

Draco nodded quickly. "Yes. Definitely yes."

But as Hermione began to pull away, Draco’s surprise transformed into intrigue. His hand shot out, gently catching her wrist.

"Not so fast, Granger," he murmured, his eyes locked on hers. "I think I like this new side of you."

Hermione breath caught as Draco stood slowly, bringing them face to face.

"Who knew you had it in you?" he continued, his voice low and teasing. "All this time, I thought I was the only one playing with fire."

Hermione tried to maintain her composure, but she could feel her cheeks heating up. "I'm not playing anything, Malfoy. I'm trying to get work done."

"Are you sure about that?" Draco challenged, his thumb tracing small circles on her wrist. "Because it seems to me like you might be enjoying this little... tension between us."

Hermione pulled her hand away, but didn't step back. "You're imagining things."

Malfoy's smirk widened. "Am I? Well, there's only one way to find out, isn't there?"

He leaned in slightly, and for a heart-stopping moment, Hermione thought he might kiss her. Instead, he whispered in her ear, "Let's see who breaks first, shall we?"

As he pulled back, Hermione found herself both relieved and oddly disappointed. She watched as Draco returned to his seat, picking up his quill with infuriating nonchalance.

"Now, about those ashwinder eggs," he said, as if nothing had happened. "I think they're a brilliant idea. Don't you, Granger?"

Hermione nodded mutely, trying to regain her composure as she sat down. This project had just become a lot more complicated – and a lot more interesting.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

[aimfor-theheart]

wolfwood office au but hes a new employee (and ex felon) and youre assigned to help the new hire

anon i love you this is so specific. have you been thinking about this for awhile or something.

office au

wolfwood x reader

cw: maybe like. potential workplace flirting. reader flusters easily and has glasses. reader referred to as "miss"

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you adjust the glasses slipping down your nose, flicking through the paperwork on your desk. it's already a little rumpled somehow and you smooth it out carefully. your neat, french manicure gleams in the stark light from the window beside you. your cup of tea sits cooling beside your cup of adorably colored pens.

you read the filled in answers, written in messy scrawl, the ink bleeding across the page. there's a coffee stain in the corner. and—tobacco stains, maybe? a burnt orange dash of color near the bottom.

your eyes flit across the page.

you catch the checked box next to have you been convicted of a felony in the last five years? the little dash beside the yes stands out sharply for a moment.

carefully, you keep a neutral face and keep reading. there's no space to see what crime he may have committed and you certainly won't ask. it doesn't matter, anyways. he got the job, didn't he? and besides, before the felony, his resume is rather impressive. seems like he made some incredible deals—damn near a con man—

you shuffle through more of the papers. you'll have to file all of them.

a knock on the wall beside your desk.

you pick your head up to take in an unfamiliar man. tall and broad shouldered, all shaggy raven hair and olive brown skin. he's handsome in that roguish, wild way. he's in a suit, at least, sharp looking. his ears are pierced. some rings on the fingers that rapped against the wall to get your attention.

"i heard you're my new assistant."

your brows raise. he doesn't exactly look like what you imagined the new vice president of sales to look like, but here he is nonetheless. he's younger than you'd thought he'd be. but when he smiles, you could see how it might be smarmy enough for sales.

"nicholas?" you ask in response, rising from your desk to greet him with a handshake.

"nick's fine. i heard you could show me the ropes around here a little." and this time when he smiles, he really takes you in.

your hand is so small in his.

you don't know why but heat touches your face. you pull your hand away from his quickly and adjust your glasses again to look up at him. "alright, nick. it's—um, nice to meet you."

"nice to meet my next partner in crime, too."

you swallow. funny choice of words that—

"and—yes. i can do that—show you around, i mean. i'll help finish getting you onboarded."

he glances around at your desk area; the flourishing plants and the color-coded pens and cute mouse pad. everything is in its place. even the papers of his you'd been reading are laying neatly on your desk.

"you seem...organized." he says, shoving his hands in his pockets, wandering a little closer to your desk. "which is good—i'm no good at that shit."

you clear your throat, "that's what i'm here for." your eyes flick over him; the lopsided smile and the cursing and the faint smell of tobacco clinging to him. and a cologne—something muskier. amber. and tonka. it's not that he looks like an ex felon or doesn't—just that, he isn't exactly what you were expecting either way. "shall we?" you ask.

he inclines his head, gesturing for you to go first like some kind of faux-gentleman. "after you, miss."

you smile nervously and turn, "um—i guess i can start with the tour?"

"that the fastest way to get coffee around here?" he asks, trailing behind you, your massive shadow.

you peak over your shoulder at him, glasses slipping down your nose again, "um—you can just ask me too, if you want—the old vice president of sales asked all the time—"

"not gonna make you get my coffee. you'll be doing more important shit for me than that." he says casually, and his eyes lock with yours again.

you quickly duck away from his gaze, focusing ahead. you shove your glasses back up your nose.

"i like your glasses, by the way. cute frame. they fit you." he says easily.

heat smarts your face. you blink rapidly.

"uh—thank you, nicholas."

"nick's fine, miss."

"nick. right." you say, swallowing around the name, "thank you."

"i'm real excited to work with you—i think this is gonna be a great pairing."

and you don't turn around to see it, but you can practically imagine the smile in his voice. just on the wrong side of wolfish.

in another universe writing game!

[onioety]

Okay!!! I'm fucking around with searches on the thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com's computer. I'll keep this thing updated with everything I find!!

(Disclaimer: typing names several times can change the outcomes)

List below!!

-BILL: either jazz triangle YouTube video or a Wikipedia link to eye triangle dollar bill things.

-MCGUCKET: cottoned eye Joe video on YouTube.

-MABEL: stickers will get sticked in the lab until 'lab now fully mabelized' appears on the pc's screen.

-DIPPER: Note from Bill asking him to stare 13 hours at the sun to develope powers to see 'special sun ink'. If you keep clicking, more notes appear saying you're on the right path. Gradually, the notes will get black (you're blind)

-STAN: HERE ME OUT THIS ONE IS MARVELOUS. The first searches will lead you to eBay and different random objects related to Stan (8 ball, rings, compression vest, hat, bow...). If you keep going you'll be able to see this (I love Stanley he's my baby):

Here you can take a look at a TON of random Stan-related things. Special mention to one of Stan's fear being having very small fingertips. I'll never be over it.

-DIVORCE/BREAKUP: THE FUCKING O'SADLEYS SIGN. I'M.

-BOYFRIEND: the romance book.

No because maybe there's more to this... 'there's three sides to every story'. Yes, triangle, love triangle, it's a very good pun. But we had Ford's POV in Diaries 3 and Bill's in the book of Bill. Thinking thoughts.

-GIDEON: sweat resistant bolo ties search on Google.

-TRIANGLE: ')' and 'tri harder'

-ALEX: flannel search on google

-PORTAL: 'portal.exe has been deleted. I bet you could build one'

-GRAVITY FALLS: 'never heard of it'

-FORD/SIXER: 18th y.o Ford's hand radiography. Weird something written I cannot really tell?? H8T0? HBT0? HBTO? H8TO?

-WENDY: 👌

-SOOS: some notes written down by him. Claims that when looking at the book everything glitches and he just sees 'HE'S UNCORRUPTABLE'.

-PIÑATA: video of a girl punching a Bill-shaped piñata.

-ABUELITA: vacuum cleaner commercial spot on YouTube.

-Any insult: soap image, angry message. They do not approve us.

-LIES: okay I find this specially important because the book is very introspective and gives out a lot of info about Bill but we all know he's an unreliable narrator. He rants about post-truth, scientism and superstition (very cool and interesting philosophical topics if I may say). But it's specially interesting when it comes to understanding Bill and his mindset. Lie until what you want becomes true, which can't. Lie until you can't remember what's a lie and what isn't. Reality is doomed, if you can't physically escape, do so in your mind. Lie until you aren't lying anymore. Reality is a compendium, and ultimate construct, a truth of lies, a possibility among endless. Lies are truths

-GOD: video of an axolot swimming with a Bill figurine made out of rock.

-HEY NERD: advertisement

-EVEN HIS LIES ARE LIES:

SORRY: Old picture of Fiddleford and Stanford back in college :(

ONE EYED KING: fucking morse code. Took me some minutes to catch it: -./.-/../-/.../..-/.-/..-.

Resulting in: NAITSUAF. If you enter this word as a new code, you'll see a page with a contract and terms of service to sell your soul. It has a code that translates to: 'you're now twenty one grams lighter'.

[atlantis-archive]

Vinny Has a Blast!

Written and lettered by: Michael Stewart Pencils by: Steven Butler Inks by: Jim Amash Colors: John Green Published in: Disney Adventures Collector’s Issue! Atlantis: The Lost Empire Volume 11, Number 6 (pg.80-83). Publisher: Buena Vista Magazines Inc. Publication date: circa July 2001.

Text:

Page 1: Rourke: [To reach Atlantis, we must get the Ulysses through that narrow opening in the rocks up ahead.] [Vinny, you'll have to blast a hole big enough for the ship to pass through.] [Moliere will handle any digging for you.] Vinny: [You want your standard round opening, or maybe something interesting--] [--a diamond... or a figure eight? Perhaps an "A" for Atlantis?] [I've got enough nitro to get creative here...] narrator: [Red alert! The crew of the submarine Ulysses faces the first major obstacle in their quest to find the lost continent of Atlantis!] Mole: [-:Sigh:- I have just escaped the bath and now we go into the ocean?]

Page 2, Panel 1: Rourke: [You're sure there's no other way, Milo?] Panel 2: Milo: [The Shepherd's Journal says we have to go through, Commander Rourke.] Panel 3: Milo: [It also says the seas around Atlantis contain unknown dangers...] Panel 4: narrator: [Minutes later, Vinny and Moliere eagerly strike out into the unknown...] Vinny: [We'll bury two charges--one on each side of the opening.] [Like I always say, two explosions are better than one!] Mole: [I cannot wait to sink my pickax into the unknown delights of this exotic undersea rock!] Panel 5: Vinny: [Remember, the depth of the holes must be very precise!] Mole: [Please! Am I not the famous Moliere?] Panel 6: Vinny: [This explosion will be a true work of art!] Panel 7: Vinny: [Did Michelangelo ever sculpt rock on such a massive scale? No!] Mole: [Something's moving over there...]

Page 3, Panel 1: Mole: [Fish! Big fish!] [Scary fish!] [Vinny!] Panel 2: sfx: THWACK! Panel 3: Vinny: [You got that second hole ready?] Mole: [Sacre bleu!] Panel 4: Mole: [Please--it looks hungry!] Vinny: [Let you're little fishy nibble on this flare.] Panel 5: sfx: FLASH! Panel 6: Mole: [We go now!] Vinny: [If that hole isn't just right, this explosion could be very... messy!] Panel 7: Mole: [Uh... sure. The hole is fine. Let's go!]

Page 4, Panel 1: Vinny: [OK, time for the first big boom! Mole: [Are we fare enough away?] Panel 2: Vinny: [The view is much better up close!] [On the count of three!] [One... ah skip it--boom.] sfx: KA-BOOOOM! Panel 3: Vinny: [Let me guess--you didn't finish digging the hole...] Mole: [Not exactly, no.] Panel 4: Vinny: [My foot is trapped! And your helmet is cracked! Get help from the Ulysses!] Mole: [Yes! I'll go back to the ship!] Panel 5: Vinny: [Might as well finish the job...] sfx: BA-BOOOOM! Vinny: [Ahh! Is there anything more beautiful than a very large explosion?] [No, I think not!] Panel 6: Vinny: [Hey! Look who's back!] [That explains my sudden craving for fish sticks!] narrator: [Turn to page 84 for the exciting conclusion!]

Notes:

This post is passed the weekly deadline! That's 1 demerit for me. I'll need to figure out something to do with those to make them effective. This still counts as last week's post so I owe another this week, which I have decided will be the last comic in the Disney Adventures issue.

The story here takes place prior to the battle against the leviathan, seemingly before Milo's presentation on the bridge in the film.

We see that the Ulysses, unsurprisingly, carries diving equipment. However, these are ambient pressure diving suits, good for protection against tearing and cold but useless against the pressure at deeper levels. Humans can't really survive more than 60 meters (196.85 feet) below, which is why Atmospheric Diving Suits were invented! Imagine them in steampunk-esque, underwater robot suits instead!

The "scary fish" (the nayap according to Sweet's Fish Story!) is the first fantastical creature encountered by the expedition. It doesn't seem particularly interesting, though. A weird shark with a feathery tail and long snout?

Vinny's dialogue really shows how much Don Novello brought to the performance. Without his adlibbing and weird energy the character just doesn't hit the same.

[cloudwhisper23]

Hello there! So, I'm still settling into my first year of college (oh boy) and I've determined that the time allotted in my schedule is too much for a normal part-time job. That being said, I do have spare time, it's just not in good places for me to get my homework done as well. I want to do well with college, but I also still need an income. So!

I am going to try doing commissions. They'll be written, of course. Fanfiction or fiction, whichever you prefer, but I'll get into more detail below the cut.

What can I request?

I'm a member of a few fandoms here on tumblr, and I've actually written fanfiction for Five Nights at Freddy's (of all options, I have the most experience with this one), Bendy and the Ink Machine, and Hollow Knight. I'd be willing to also try writing for Ace Attorney, Six of Crows, Stardew Valley, and Supernatural, since those are some of the fandoms I'm most familiar with.

I am experienced in writing plenty of regular fiction as well, so don't be shy about asking me to write stuff about OCs or just a general idea you had and wanted to see written out on the page. Just make sure you give me a prompt for what you'd like to see!

I can also do poetry. I don't write it as often (which is why you rarely see it on my blog), but I tend to write in free-verse, which is a fancy word for saying I don't follow poetry rules. I can follow poetry rules, but it'll probably take me longer to complete a poem.

I won't do 18+ content though. Sorry, but if I'm going to test that boundary, it'll be in my own time. Commissions are for the things I'm comfortable writing, and 18+ isn't that. So I will refuse to do any of that.

What about romance? Is that something you're comfortable writing?

I don't have full confidence in my ability to deliver good romantic stories right now. I can do a really slow burn, and I'm decent at romantic tension, but that tends to be more open for readers interpretation. You can request romance, but if it's not up to your standards, I apologize in advance.

What is your writing like?

I feel like this one kind of explains itself, but in case it doesn't, I have pieces of my writing scattered around two blogs and an Ao3 account. The blogs are @cloudwhisper23 and @cloudthenightguard, and the Ao3 account is under CloudWhisper23 as well. On both blogs, my writing tag is #cloud writes, which hopefully will make it easier for you to search for samples of my writing on both.

What about pricing? And expected time of delivery?

I write short stories on a 1,000+ basis, with the minimum being $10 USD, but I won't do more than 10,000, and I'd appreciate if you tipped me more than that (But you don't have to. I get that other people may not have much extra to give)

Poetry is a bit different though, and I'd be more willing to do it at $5 USD, but I'd prefer to write in free verse.

Payment will be done through PayPal, or Ko-Fi but depending on requests, I may be willing to consider other alternatives.

Naturally, the timing of delivery will depend on several factors. Obviously the shorter works are ones I can get to people in shorter periods of time, but depending on what I'm writing, it'll be a bit of experimentation on my part for certain things. I cannot promise an estimate without knowing what I'm meant to be writing. Certain things require further research, or knowledge about characters that I simply don't possess. If it's an OC issue, I'll ask directly, but as for more fandom based characters, I will likely do my own research.

If you have any questions I haven't covered, feel free to DM me or send an anonymous ask!

I am human, and I can't promise that I will think of every question you'll possibly ask. So please, if there's something you're not sure of, let me know so I can try to work through it with you. If you're not sure what you want, but you do know that you want something, we can brainstorm together to figure out what works best for you!

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter One Part 2

"It will. If you don't stop writing that is. You have a style all your own. It's like you're just telling a story around a fire one night. And you're story is good. I mean, really good. It's well written. It's introspective. Makes you question some things. And it's original. It's a new idea."

"Is that why there's red ink all over it?" I said, with a half-smirk. I was making fun of her needless habit of editing every single piece of creative fiction that passed before her. I wasn't sure, but if she stuck with her habits, she could go on to being one of the best editors out there. And I didn't know shit about the actual world of writing, but I knew editors were important.

"Shush. It's just grammatical and spelling errors." She crossed her arms in front of her, and sat forward, resting them on her desk. "Make me a promise?"

I looked at her, this time with my own confusion. "What?"

"Don't stop. And if you ever get anywhere with this, put me in your thank dedication." She cracked a smile at me. Her teeth were extremely white, contrasting against her darker complexion. I wondered for a second how often she bleached her teeth.

"I won't. I don't think I could, even if I wanted to." I meant that. From the moment I was able to write, it never stopped. It's why I did so poorly in high school. I would spend my classes writing shitty high school emo poetry. Every night before bed, I would journal. There were always snippets of story ideas all over my notebooks, and pretty much anything else I could write on. "And if I ever a thank you page, you'll be on the list. You don't need to ask for that. I really would thank you."

"For what?" She asked with curiosity.

"I don't know. Kind words? Support. You're one of the few who didn't make me completely hate this place." I shrugged. That's all I had. Hopefully, it was enough. My writing never came through in how I spoke. I always tripped and stumbled over my words. Or said inappropriate things. Or just totally missed out on normal social cues.

"I'll take it. Good luck, Chris. Keep in touch, please." she said. I hated hearing the disappointment in her voice, but I was doing this for me. I hated this place. I hated the environment. I hated the crowds. The people. All it did was set off my anxiety issues, and I'm beyond fucking tired of having panic attacks hidden in some bathroom, hoping no one comes in to hear me cry and sob until I can catch my breath and breathe again.

"Yeah, you too," I said, standing up and grabbing my backpack. I looked up and saw the time. "Shit, I gotta go. I'm going to miss the bus." I took off, hurriedly out into the hallway, where a crowd of other students was pushing through. It was just past noon. Lunch hour. Fuck. The fastest way to the bus stop was through the cafeteria.

And the cafeteria was packed with a massive crowd of hungry kids grabbing something quick before heading off to the next hour or so of boredom and sleeping in class. Luckily, I'm very small. I'm only 5'7" and I weight 117 lbs, if I'm soaking wet. I could slip through crowds pretty easily. And that's what I intended to do here.

I didn't really know anybody at the UW, other than my professor's and their aides. But, I was well known. Mainly because of how I looked, and the fact that almost ninety percent of anything that came out of my mouth was pure unfiltered sarcasm. It was a coping skill, keeping people from breaking through my shell.

And has I pushed through the crowd, I swear I heard someone shout my name behind me. I turned my head for one second. One simple second, and that's all it took for me to collide into someone, knocking their books and an apple to the floor. I guess I was missing the book. I never did find out who was calling for me, or if anyone actually was.

"Oh shit, fuck. I'm sorry," I said, dropping to the ground to pick up the books and the now bruised and tainted apple. It was when I grabbed the apple, that I saw the ratty and old combat boots, leading to fishnet covered legs and a flowing gray skirt, that ended right on the knee. A black t-shirt, with the lips from Rocky Horror Picture show screen-printed on, covered up part of a massive sleeve tattoo of roses, vines and skulls on her right arm. Her nails were painted a bright red.

[eliotqueliot]

My Queliot art: Five of my favorites

Hey, everyone. Thank you so much for loving my art and cheering me on. I got approved to create a page for an upcoming anthology; I can't tell you about it yet for contractual reasons, but keep an eye out because I can't wait to share. In the meantime--I miss making Queliot art and fic so much, even though it's only been a couple of weeks. So please excuse me for providing a kind of "greatest hits" of recent art. These are some of the pieces in my portfolio that got me the slot! When you have time, please check out the AO3 pages for the art--these are each connected to a fic--and there's more art on those pages than I'm showing here. In particular--

A huge, huge shout-out to @magicians4time for the brilliant idea and fic I love so much, We Could Build a Castle,

and for the ongoing inspiration and encouragement! Your love for my work led DIRECTLY to some of my favorite art pieces I've ever made. Making art for your fic honestly is what really got me going with art again and took my art to a whole higher level (seriously, guys, if you look at my first Queliot fic-and-art from Dec. 2022, you'll see how far I've come!)--and I honestly cannot thank you enough for everything.

So, the first two pieces are from our beautiful castle, which @magicians4time and I are really excited to get back to as soon as we can! Honestly--I can't thank you enough for inspiring me--working with you has always been a dream come true--such a privilege.

We Could Build a Castle, fic by @magicians4time

These next two are from my solo fic-and-art WIP:

The First Duty of All Magicians Is to Save Their Friends

And the final sample of today is a solo fic-and-art of mine that's actually finished and very short (and you can also see the original pen-and-ink version)

Stealing a Book Titled Quentin Coldwater

Don't worry--as soon as I can, I'll be back with more Queliot art! (And fic--but that might take longer. In the meantime, please, please, please if you can, go & read some of the 200k I've written already--I'm kinda heartbroken that I have to take this break, even though it's for such good reasons!)

[eightwholebreads]

How to make these big print outs at home

Edit: Another thing from my drafts. I think I was going to add images to this but yeah I can't be bothered. Originally written in January 2023. Posted with minor edits

Some of you are no doubt aware of my life sized Greg and Alex print outs. (Even fewer of you will be aware of my watto printout... anyway)

They're relatively simple to make yourself so here are the instructions! I don't know if this is the best way to do things but its what I do. If anything's unclear just ask and I'll clarify.

Step 1: Selecting your image

If you're printing out an image huge, you're going to need a large, high quality image. You're also going to want an image on a relatively plain background to make the next step easier

Step 2: Removing the background

In order to not waste printer ink, you're going to want to do this

Step 3: Enlarging the image

Using ai image upscalers you can make an image that's reasonable sized into one that's huge. You can throw the image through the upscaler multiple times. It might get weird in places because these things aren't perfect but they take some of the graininess out of simply resizing the image.

You're going to want your image to be at least your desired height at the highest dpi your printer prints at (if you're going to all this effort you might as well make it high quality). For my printer this is 300dpi.

Once you have the image at at least the height you need open it up in an image editing program. Set the measurement mode to cm (or inches if you're like that) and then shrink the image so it's exactly the height you want. Then save.

Step 4: Preparing the image for printing

This is legit the easiest way I've found of doing this. I don't know if I'm just being an idiot and missing a button somewhere that just prints the image at the exact correct size over multiple pages but I can't find it (my Greg is actually about 10% smaller than he should be because I hadn't worked this out yet...)

Open up LibreOffice calc or microsoft excel (I can't find a way to do this in google sheets). Drag the image over to the spreadsheet. Check the size is still correct via the image options. The height should be what you need it to be still. Print to pdf.

Optional (but recommended to save paper). Open the pdf in your image editing program. Make sure the dpi is set correctly when you open it. Move the small parts all on to one layer. Make sure there's no overlap. Delete any blank pages/layers. Save this image to a pdf saving it using the layers as page option.

Step 5: Print!

I can't help you with your printer. In theory this is the easiest step.

Step 6: Cut out the pieces

I use a scalpel and cutting mat to cut out the pieces although you can use scissors. Use a ruler for the straight, internal edges! You want to be as precise as possible with these. When you get to the edge of an external edge leave a little triangle of excess on the corner edges. Having these will make the final construction neater later

Step 8: Stick them together

You'll want some floor space for this last bit. Lay out all your pieces so you know where each of them go (like a giant jigsaw). Stick some sellotape to the back edge of one piece. Take its adjacent piece and bring it in perpendicular to the tape. You're trying to line up the edge perfectly. Bring the piece you're holding down towards the tape. If you do it right you should push into the narrow edge of the piece with the tape on and so leave either no or a very hard to see seam. Do this with all the pieces.

Turn your guy over and add more tape to corners and near edges to stop the pages peeling up.

When they're all stuck together cut off the little extra triangle edges so the edge of the image is smooth and any excess tape.

And that's it! Stick your guy wherever you want!

[sweetpandorabox]

Doodles - Ron Weasley x Female Reader (One Shot)

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Synopsis: You and your boyfriend Ron are studying for the upcoming O.W.L.S in the library together, as you try and focus on your studies your redhead boyfriend seems to feel boredom run through his mind and body during studying, as he tried hard to gain your attention yet failing to do so, he masters up an idea that managed to get you to fun with him.

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Female Reader

Story Setting: This fanfiction is set in your 5th year of Hogwarts during the Order of the Phoenix.

Warnings⚠️: None this one is pure fluff.

A/N: Hey sexy it's Angel here, this week I've decided to write a super short one-shot for all of you, I'll be sure to make one of these for at least all of the Harry Potter boys and girls because it's super easy, and don't require a lot of time, anwyas enjoy love you. xx

Word Count : 936

✯¸.•´¨*•✿ Doodles ✿•*¨`•.¸✯

The hot summer air, blazes the library as students swarm the wondrous place to study their day away for the upcoming O.W.L.S, the library was at its busiest in June pushing Madame Pince the librarian more towards the edge as she carefully inspects the library for any sort of book damage, students shenanigans or overly loud group of people that need to be escorted out, she was an irritable woman in nature but in this time of year, he patience grew forevermore thin, which students have taken an aware off as they try to avoid things that raise anger out of her. You and your boyfriend Ron have been together for a year, confessing your feelings for each other during the quidditch world cup last year in your 4th year before the shambles of the dark lord hits the place, but after that, your relationship with Ron was as stronger than ever.

"Which Minister renovated and reinforced the prison of Azkaban and what was his term of office?" you questioned the bored-looking red-headed boy, "Hmmm is it, Albert Boot? he was in office from 1745 until 1752," he answered slightly hesitant giving you a quizzical look, "Not quite, it's Hesphaestus Gore and he was in office from 1752 until 1770...Albert was known for his resignment after the mismanaged goblin rebellion" you inform as Ron huffs in frustration slumping on the library table, you ruffle his short yet fluffy locks giving him a sympathetic smile, "It's okay love, maybe you'll get the next one" you encouraged him, he takes the hand you've ruffled his hair with and bring it down towards his lips planting a kiss on your knuckle sighing, "Babe we've been studying for 2 hours, I think I just need a break at this point and who honestly cares about the history of magic, even Harry doesn't know what he's doing" he stated still holding your hand close to his face.

"Ronald history of magic is just as important as our other subjects here taught in Hogwarts, everyone needs to know what happened in the past to stay aware and it can come as useful information when you become an Auror one day" you explained to him with an alluring smile displayed on your face focusing on your 'A History of Magic' book reading paragraphs that's been written in page 38 to 39, Ron blushes at the sight of your beauty kissing the right side of your cheek, "You always know what to say, don't you? fine... I'll study harder but let's take a break now come one" he usher, leaning himself towards your chair trying to gain your attention, "Ronald we're meeting up with Harry and Hermione in 20 minutes we can take a break then, just push through for now" you quietly reply to him keeping your eyes glued on the book, he sighs and slumping back on his chair eyeing his quill standing still on the ink pot, his slump face breaks into a massive grin as the light bulb in his head turned on.

He takes your free hand pretending to kiss it while you smile, focusing on the materials you're meant to study for the exam in 4 days' time, he carefully dips the bird quill into the ink pot before doodling a love heart on the back of your hand, he watches your face only to be matched with you focusing even harder on your studies, which led him to a breathy chuckle, before continuing to draw more things in your hand and arm, he started to write 'Ron's Property" on to your right arm that's been left exposed due to your rolled sleeve and he made another doodle of flowers around your arm going in as if you were a piece of blank paper. You noticed Ron has been quiet for a while, which leads you to peer over your book finding him doodling on your arm, your eyes popped out of your head from all the ink on your skin, and set your book down on the table, "Ronald!! what are you doing?" you ask quietly yet fiercely taking your arm back, he giggles "What? I'm being quiet... and look at all the drawings I did", you shake your head with a smile before dipping your own quill into the ink pot aiming for his right cheek writing 'Y/N boyfriend', "Hey!" Ron grunts touching his marked cheek as you laugh softly "Oh you're on pretty girl" he stated before aiming for your face as well, by the end of your doodling war you and Ron had ink marks all over your faces and arms.

Madam Pince made her way over to your tables to check up on the whole of the library, "Oh what a mess! both of you out and clean yourselves for goodness sake, and don't you dare spill any of that ink on the table or the books, out out out!" She ushers the both of you before turning away, you and Ron shared a smile towards each other before leaning in for a quick kiss, "How about we met up with Harry and Hermione at dinner instead, let me help my girlfriend clean up a bit, how about a bath?" he asks with a cheeky wink your smile grew bigger and bigger with a hint of pink appearing on your face as you nodded at Ron's proposal, in no time the two of you quickly pack your things in the library and walk hand in hand towards the prefect's bathroom on the 5th floor for a privet bath.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Please, do you have any tips for getting the motivation to write? Not like, getting inspiration or figuring out how to write. I have so many ideas I have for both personal ideas and fanfics, but when I sit down to write, I get about one paragraph in, many two, then I just lose the motivation to keep on typing and figuring out how to structure my words. It's so frustrating and makes me wanna cry. Do you have anything you do to help you just sit down and write/type? It would be really appreciated! I don't want to be just called "lazy" anymore.

First off i'm so sorry that it took me so long to answer life kinda came up and grabbed me, also i can and will fight everyone who is calling you lazy because that's not okay, make them turn on their locations i just wanna talk

everything else under the cut bc this got long

Second! I think for me the biggest thing to just get me started is a first draft doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to exist. I just gotta spill words onto a page and then I can go back and like actually no i want this to read like this and this to read like this. Also why I'm an advocate for drafting in comic sans 'cause ain't nothing gonna look polished and finished in that font which means you can fuck up as much as you want just to get it down.

Third, and I don't know if this will work for everyone, I don't always write in prose the entire time--that is, sentences, punctuation, all that. One thing that I'm a big fan of doing is bullet fics where I'll just bullet point what I want to happy and not pay attention to tone consistency or any of that. Then I can break down parts that are being really loud in my head and do them with proper everything like how I'd write them out for a fic or a chapter but I can keep the momentum going of 'and then this shit happens 'cause they're both idiots' and just get everything out. I've had a lot of projects where they're about 20% actual written prose and 80% 'so this and then this and then this is what they're thinking' in bullet form. You can always go back and edit it later, just get it down and out of your head. I find sometimes re-reading the bullets can bring the daydream/story idea back to the forefront of my brain and then it's easier to keep writing as opposed to leaving it all up there where it's liable to disappear completely.

Kind of jumping off from that, there's a phrase someone told me once about not letting your pen rest on the page because you'll just get a big well of ink. Keep it moving and you'll figure it out. If i'm struggling to figure out how to phrase something or write something, I'll write the clunkiest version of it [or just put what happens in square brackets like this] and move on to come back to later. i find if i fixate too hard on the hump of what's giving me trouble in that moment i'll lose the rest of the story.

Then there are a few things that are more, like, personal ambiance things? I'll find a song or a soundscape to listen to that makes my brain vibrate at the right frequency to immerse myself in the tone of whatever I want to write and listen to it on repeat even if i'm not actively writing. For some longer pieces i'll take pacing breaks where i literally just get up and walk around listening to whatever it is while i make my brain spin about it without the pressure of putting it to words. If a few specific quotes or passages pop into my brain i might take the time to scribble them down but it's mostly about making sure i'm immersed enough in the world i'm trying to write so i don't have to concentrate so hard on making sure the technical parts of my writing matches with what's in my head.

I suppose something I will ask (and honestly maybe should have asked earlier) is what parts of writing make it feel 'complete' to you and where do you find it the hardest to pick up once you've left it for a bit? If it's the pressure to get everything down just so you can point to it and say 'see here's what's happening, here are the arcs, here's where the story goes,' then the bullet technique might be more helpful. If it's the art of figuring out how you want to phrase things and how you want your words to go, I'd suggest trying the square brackets technique so you can focus on the parts that feel really strong or that you really want to sink your teeth into without interrupting the flow of the words. It's totally okay to write things out of order (i still have to convince my brain of this sometimes too) and removing some of the pressure to make everything perfect (or even prose) first time around when you just need to write can be super helpful

I hope this was helpful and kind of what you wanted!!!!! If there are any other questions you have--or if you want more of these sorts of suggestions if they weren't very helpful--please lemme know

[xe-company]

IDOLS THAT SHE "HATES" [CHOI YOOBIN  |  최유빈]

These instances come from when there were misunderstandings and fans had taken things out of context and make other people believe that YOOBIN doesn't like these idols or that there are conflicts between the two of them when there really aren't.

PENTAGON

This incident came about when she was doing a solo VLIVE one night. She often plays music when she goes live as she likes having some noise, mainly music, to fill any silences. As she has the playlist on shuffle majority of the time, a couple of songs from PENTAGON came on and she had skipped them. It was fully taken out of context as she has skipped other group’s songs before this but there wasn’t any negative feelings towards them or any of them groups. 

IVE

Now this one, sometimes YOOBIN is unaware of her facial expressions. It was an award show and she was up on the stage with the rest of the SF9 boys awaiting for the results of an award. They weren’t in the front row but behind the two groups waiting to be announced the winner. And while the camera shot was of one of the groups in front of them, she was actually overhearing a conversation or two from other idols nearby she loves hearing about some hot tea lmao and her facial reactions were about that conversation. And it was purely accidental that her facial expressions were in the direction of the group in front of them. She caught a lot of negative attention from it and has apologized multiple times but people still bring it up. 

P1HARMONY & BLACKPINK

Another award show, another hate scandal; this time it was double trouble. This time she was in the crowd at a table with the rest of the SF9 members as well as a few members of P1HARMONY. By the camera, and what was shown, it was like she was ignoring some of those members at the table and some fans, specifically fans that are unaware they two are under the same company, took it without context and ran with it. Many people believed that she doesn’t like those select members of the group. 

Additionally, another group, BLACKPINK, that was performing at the same time. There were a few shots where she wasn’t paying attention to who was performing, she wasn’t singing and dancing along. At one point she was shown on her phone. She stated, after the whole thing got blown out of proportion that she simply didn’t have time due to training and personal schedules to listen to the new discography of BLACKPINK so she didn’t know their full lyrics and choreography too well compared to other idols. 

As for the ignoring members of P1HARMONY at the table and being on her phone, she was having a family emergency a few hours prior to the award show so she was trying to get updates on her family to make sure they were alright since she couldn’t be there. 

CLC

It was rumored for a few years that she was going to be a member of CUBE’s CLC. YOOBIN was a trainee under CUBE ENT. for around nine months but left the company and withdrew her position in the group. Many people were curious as to why she left and withdrew herself from the opportunity to finally debut. Theories were made, typed, and posted [mainly on Twitter]. And the main one that became the most likely reason was because she had conflicts with multiple members and was removed involuntarily. When she addressed it, she stated she left due to ‘creative differences’ but many people felt that was not the whole story. 

[humanoidalien27]

Content warning: talking about death, regret and a nice dash of heart wrenching pain. (This is one of the darker stories I've written. So, I apologize for all the trigger warnings.)

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Chapter 12

Determination

    Starring out the window, Sebastian barely noticed Felix talking to Fig. The faces of his friends haunted his mind as your voice echoed the last thing you said to him.

"I absolutely hate you Sebastian."

His chest twisted as his fists tightened again.

"Sebastian?" Felix asked, resting a hand on his shoulder, only to be smacked off. "I know it hurts-"

"Hurts?" He asked sharply, now glaring at Felix, eyes so close to yours it only added to it. "If I had blocked that spell instead of dodging it, they'd be alive. Their deaths are my fault."

Felix watched his face crumble as he glanced at Fig, who looked helplessly at his former student.

"She died hating me!"

Felix sighed softly, knowing what he was about to say wasn't going to help, but it needed to be said. "It seems the killing curse doesn't kill as painlessly as you thought, does it?"

Sebastian practically fell to the table, his fingers digging into his scalp.

"That is the price of using dark magic. You get hurt, the people you care about get hurt. She and Ominis cared for you-"

"They hated me."

Felix gave a slight smile. "You don't put your back to someone you can't trust. Their backs were to you."

Felix startled as Sebastian began to sob. "I didn't know. I didn't know they were there."

Moving close, he carefully pulled the teenager into an awkward side hug, his own emotions spilling out onto his cheeks.

    That night, Sebastian snapped his wand in half. A silent way of telling himself never to touch or defend those spells ever again.

He didn't want to be tied to it or reminded of it.

Sitting still for a moment before his eyes fell onto your bag, the place he stowed yours and Ominis's wands.

He pulled it closer and reached inside, finding more than he bargained for.

He, instead of a wand, pulled out a box that was wrapped in green paper with a silver bow.

Curious, he turned it over, seeing his name written on it was his birthday.

Felix's words about you carrying about him filtered through as he opened it.

Inside was a book filled with painted artwork on enchanted canvases. The first two had you, Anne and Ominis, though it didn't speak. The enchantment was just to make them move.

The next page had Poppy and Natsai. As he continued, it slowly progressed into the teachers and finally random ones of her and Ominis. The last page had him, back in the fifth year.

He glared at the bright smile on his painted self's face.

He shut the book, before reaching in again, finding another present. This time he assumed it was a Christmas present. It was a book of ancient curses, with a page bookmarked, so he opened it, seeing a note slipped inside saying it was Anne's curse cure.

You had found it a few weeks after she had died and forgot about the note when you put it in the box.

The next thing to come out of the bag was a letter written to him.

      -I know you'll never see these, but I can't help myself. Being your friend hasn't been easy and loving you, even harder. I think I've just gotten used you not being around, which seems worse in a way. Ominis is helping, though I sense he knows I'm lying half the time and is too polite to point it out. The truth is that it's been months and I can't stop these feelings for you. A part of me wants to wish them away, but they're all I have left of you. The only thing that I feel tethers me to you. I wish I could go back to that day we dueled and change the way everything went afterwards. I wonder if you felt the same or if this is just a silly dream of mine. I'll never be able to tell you to your face, not after everything, but I love you Sebastian. I never stopped and I miss you deeply.-

   He quickly wiped the droplets that splashed down, away before it smeared the ink as his eyes moved to the date seeing you wrote this a week before visiting Azkaban.

Breaking down, he had to stop digging and went to bed, or at least pretended to.

    Felix accio-ed the wands from the bag, but Fig's and Miriam's came with them.

"Who's are these?" Felix asked.

"She kept my wand?" Fig asked surprised.

Sebastian nodded and showed Miriam's. "Both of yours."

He stared at the wands, each belong to a wizard who died before their time.

Felix watched Sebastian grab your wand and stow it in place of his own.

"What happened to yours?"

"I broke it."

He nodded and moved to grab a box from behind the table. "Here. I'm giving these to you. Do with them what you will. I'm going on a very long trip." He placed it down and grabbed his bag. "I need to get my mind off things."

Before Sebastian could reply, Felix turned into his animagus form and flew out the open window.

Staring at the paper, which read about the Minister's downfall, Sebastian felt more alone than he ever did in his cell.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to nobody as he laid his head down on the table.

    By the time he woke up, it was dark out and the house was way too quiet. His eyes moved to the parcel, he pulled it close and carefully opened it seeing a necklace on a letter floating in the middle of the box.

He reached in and grabbed it, his fingers brushing against something soft.

He pinched the air, finding cloth and pulled it free from the box revealing an invisibility cloak.

He draped it over his lap and pulled the letter free from the necklace.

    -I know you regret many things that's happened and though I know I shouldn't, I'm giving you that chance to change it all. But remember that worse things can happen as well as it changing for good. Messing around with time is always dangerous. It's your choice.

Do take care of my cloak, it's been in my family for generations. The necklace is a time turner, I'm sure you've read all about them and know how to work them. The turner does not have the ministry restrictions on it, I won't get into why I have it, but do take care not to be seen by your past self unless in disguise.

If you decide to live this life the way it is, simply leave both in the box and it will apperate to me. Good luck Sebastian.-

Blinking, he took to time turner out and inspected it.

He had infact read about these items before, but he was doubting if he was even able to save people. All he's seemed to ever do, was get them killed.

"Living a life of regret isn't easy," Fig said, drawing his eyes. "When I lost Miriam, a part of me died with her. By the look on your face, it was the same with her."

Sebastian nodded slowly, though he missed Anne and Ominis just as much.

"I know that somewhere, they wouldn't want you to do this-"

A smile creeped up on his lips. "When was I ever able turned away by someone not wanting me to do something?"

"That was also your downfall," Fig added quickly.

"But it won't be my younger self's habit. Not if I managed to change certain things."

Picking up the cloak and the necklace, he headed towards the bedroom to grab a few things he may need as determination burned brightly in his eyes.

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[houjichaya]



13 + 71, yamaniku, i believe the rest of the details can fill themselves out???

ah, yes, thank you for requesting one of my favorite ships! tbh, it deserves way more traction in the fandom than it currently gets. 13 (detective AU) + 71 (twenty-four hours to live), ft. yamaniku (nikaidou yamato/@stellamancer) -- written in second-person pov because I wasn't sure how well legit yamaniku would be received by the niku in question. note: proper ship name is still up for debate, so yamaniku is being used as a placeholder for the time being! nikudou could be kind of cute, though. nikainuku? nikaiku? niniku? ninniku? the possibilities are endless... (if only yamato's name were written with different kanji. mountain meat would have been amazing!!!)

"Another love letter arrived for you." The envelope that's being offered to you is a soft pastel green, and nothing about it screams love letter, but your partner has taken to calling them that as of late. It's probably because the last letter you received playfully invited you to dinner, as if the sender wasn't a wanted criminal and you weren't the detective hot on his trail.  "Thanks," you say, taking the envelope without so much as a glance in his general direction. It's already been dusted for prints and checked for explosives, you suppose. If you die, it'll come out of Ishida's paycheck.  As usual, the envelope is addressed to my darling detective, written in crimson ink reminiscent of blood. Your brow furrows in irritation as you make your way over to your desk. In one fluid motion, you grab a letter opener and slice it open.  The contents read as follows: As fond as I've grown of our little game of cat and mouse, I must admit that I tire of your futile efforts to catch me. I thought I provided you with a wondrous opportunity in inviting you to dinner last night, so you can imagine my great sorrow when you failed to show up. I had to find someone else to keep me company and ease the pain of my broken heart.  (You almost crumple the letter up right then and there. Another victim will be found soon. Maybe you should have gone with your gut, after all.)  In the past few months, I feel as though we've come to and understanding of one another. It is my hope that you don't refuse me again, although our first meeting will inevitably be our last.  You have twenty-four hours to set your affairs in order, as I imagine you won't be able to do much else after. Remember: if you don't find me, then I'll find you.  Yours, Nikaidou Yamato Some love letter, you think, folding the page up and stuffing it back into the envelope so you can submit it to evidence later. It's more of a death threat than anything else, but you find that you don't mind all that much. Either way, you'll finally get to see him face to face, which means he's as good as caught.

As it turns out, Nikaidou Yamato looks nothing like the image that's been circulating the tabloids in increasing amounts over the past few months. In fact, he bears little to no resemblance to the photos in his file, which explains why no one (read: you) has been able to pin him down. And that's why you never saw him coming. The twenty-four hours came and went in the blink of an eye, and when you finally returned home to clear your head and maybe grab a bite to eat, he made good on his promise to find you instead. He ambushed you in your own kitchen, holding a knife to your throat to keep you in check. He wasted no time in shoving you down into one of the chairs in your dining room and tying you up. Which brings you to your current predicament. "See something you like?" His lips twitch at the corners as he leans back in his chair, eying you over the table that separates the two of you. You're seated directly across from him, hands bound behind the chair's back with what feels like rope. The knots won't budge. He's smart enough that he also secured your legs, which is something you hoped he'd overlook if you didn't put up too much of a fight. How unfortunate. You narrow your eyes but keep your lips pressed tightly pursed. To be honest, some part of you has noticed that he's incredibly handsome, which explains how he's been so adept at getting close to his victims, but you're not about to tell him any of that. "Come now," he says, his voice a lazy drawl. His eyes appear to be glinting with laughter as he watches you, but maybe it's just a trick of the light reflecting off his glasses. "You might as well say what you want now, or else you'll regret it later." You close your eyes for a short moment, open them again. Yamato is giving you an expectant look, and you quickly glance away, focusing instead on his hands. They're folded together in front of him, resting innocently on top of crisp white tablecloth, as though they've never been stained with the blood of innocents. "...Why are you doing this?" He makes a face. "Boring." "No, I mean"--you try your best to motion towards the tablecloth that you're only now realizing you've never seen before in your life--"why are you doing this?" There's silverware placed neatly in line with your shoulders, as one might expect from a fine-dining restaurant: forks on the left, knives and spoons on the right. It takes Yamato a few seconds to understand that you're not inquiring about his terrible life choices, and soon a smile blooms on his face, misleading in it's warmth and delight. "Ah!" He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, and you instinctively flinch backwards -- as much as you possibly can given your current state -- which elicits a chuckle from your captor. "I thought you'd be exhausted after running around all day chasing dead ends, so I made you dinner." "How romantic," you say dryly, not quite able to stop your lips from twitching in amusement. And it would be, if you weren't tied up and the man sitting across from you wasn't a wanted criminal. He grins lazily. "A woman like you deserves it." "It'd be nicer if you untied me," you say casually, and Yamato laughs. The look on his face now makes your heart drop. He's toying with you. He knows that you're not able to spring yourself from his trap. And regrettably, he's right. "Later," he says, eyes darkening, and your blood runs cold as you remember his promise. His threat. "I'll leave your body somewhere nice so your partner won't have to look too hard. But let onii-san have a little fun with you first, okay?"

--bad end

[viaetor]

How exactly the letter has managed to reach Aether and Paimon is nothing short of a miracle - a miracle of organisation and information tracking, that only a few people in this world should be able to boast about. Perhaps the neat and crisp handwriting on the letter explains it all; who better than Sumeru's scribe to be privy to the comings and goings of the country's most celebrated outlander?

"Dear Aether,

By the time this letter finds you, I shall have resigned from my position as Acting Grand Sage - thus finally granting me the time to pursue more personal interests such as resuming correspondence, and returning to my delayed reading. I'm afraid this job has not left me much time to make progress on the books you and I discussed the last time you were in Sumeru City, and cannot express enough my satisfaction at relinquishing those responsibilities onto others. “One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors" - now that Lord Kusanali has secured a new council of sages, more competent than the last, I am content to withdraw from the world of politics. My work here is done.

I am, of course, not writing to you for the sole pleasure of bragging about my newfound freedom, but to draw your attention to a recent publication from the Haravatat Darshan on ancient Khaenri'ahn. I know your knowledge of the language far surpasses that of most of my colleagues, but I do think this particular paper introduces a new and interesting nuance to some concepts related to the stars that may prove fruitful in your own quest for your sister. If not, at least it should make for an interesting conversation when you next return. Do let me know when you'll next be in Sumeru City or Port Ormos; I'll make sure to join you for dinner.

-- Alhaitham."

ㅤㅤ @maquiscursedㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤUNPROMPTEDㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤalways accepting!

ㅤㅤas if to contrast the adroitly written letter of rich paper and impeccable envelope, the reply the traveller sent back appeared a bit underwhelming to short-sighted readers, especially with how late it came in the mail. al-haitham, however, was sure to see through the seemingly initial sour disorganisation. for starters, the casing to precious penned contents was nonexistent, the only thing tying up all those different-looking papers together were a few rough strings that were clearly meant for camping structures and not delicate scripting. it also had far too many pages for what seemed like a simple response. was it because of the scribe’s friend’s untrained calligraphy? hmm, curious. aether had undoubtedly written alfresco, just after settling for the night, but right before his last meal. this could be attested by candle wax droplets that decorated some of the crumpled pages alongside some stains of sunsettia fruits. it was one of his very scarce free hours throughout his harrowing routine. even so, the outlander had made sure to try his best to keep his handwriting as concise as possible, despite his quill’s faint ink and his clearly exaggerated vowels and estrangement to regular spaces. it read:

ㅤㅤ“i hope this letter finds you well, al-haitham.

ㅤㅤyou must be happy to finally have a breather; the akademiya can be intense. but i think the work that you did was phenomenal. lesser lord kusanali couldn’t have chosen a better sage. she speaks very highly of you. thank you for everything you’ve done, you aided me in your own way, too. 

ㅤㅤas you can see, i think i made some progress with my handwriting. it’s still a little stiff and hard to read, i know, but your tutoring helped me. i find languages without punctuation and spaces much easier to read and write. but turtle baby steps. anyway, hopefully later we can discuss more of the books we talked about. me and paimon just finished reading a tale called moonlit bamboo forest. well, more me than her, really. she kept falling asleep whenever i’d read a sentence or two. have you ever heard of it? it’s not a scientific piece, but i think you’d enjoy the narrative. regarding your recommendation, i’ll be sure to get my hands on that paper as soon as possible. if not, would you mind saving a copy? dinner’s on me.

ㅤㅤi visited some ruins last week. sorry for not writing back sooner. but i took some pictures from some inscriptions and devices we encountered. i thought maybe they could interest you and your optics research. they seem to be ancient windows that function according to elements, but i’m not too sure. i also included some notes on the region’s terrain and monsters, alongside a minimap. i’d love to hear what you think.

ㅤㅤwhen you receive this letter, i’ll already be on my way to sumeru. let’s meet.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ— a.”

[lazyboxart]

HOW I MAKE TRADITIONAL COMICS AND COLOR THEM DIGITALLY - PART 1 - HOW TO MAKE AN EMPTY COMIC PAGE

Things you'll need for this part

Ruler

Thin pen

Thick pen

Pencil

Eraser

Heavy book

Something small you can draw on, preferably small paper or a handheld whiteboard

Step one - write your comic page

I usually write comics like this, I work by myself so the comic script can be messy. I stay on six panels most of the time so I can reuse pages, but you should also change it up sometimes, especially on scenes where it needs it.

Step two - plan out panels

Use a small piece of paper or a whiteboard to plan out panels after you've written them. Do the most important panels biggest, and more chaotic panels for more chaotic scenes. You could also use a tablet or ipad and use ibis paint to plan out the panels.

Step three - sketch the different panels

Use a ruler to decide how wide you want the space in-between your panels to be. I usually go to 0 inches because there's some space between the start of the ruler and 0, but you can also do whatever fits the style of the comic.

Draw the lines with the ruler and a pencil, use a heavy book to weigh the paper down straight so it doesn't move. Make a box on your page, then start adding the gutter (space in-between panels) to separate the panels. Make sure you go outside the lines while you're sketching so you don't cover up the entire line with your ruler when you ink.

Step four - inking panels

Use a thin pen to ink the panels with the ruler. Be sure to not go to far off the line, or go too low down below the other lines. Erase all the pencil marks by holding the paper down and carefully erasing (so the paper doesn't bend)

It should look something like this

Step five - copying

Swipe away all eraser marks before you copy the page on your printer. You may still have some marks on your new copy, but you can edit those away in your art software. I always make a copy of the page to keep incase i need to use it for later. Use plain paper and 8'5 by 11 (if that's the type of paper you're using).

Extra step six - thick copy

This is an extra quick step incase you need a more hand drawn and thicker look to your page for now or later. Copy the page like before, but afterwards go over the lines with your thick pen (i use a brush pen) and make it as shaky as you'd think fits the style. It's a quick way to make another type of page and i try to do it with every page i make just incase i need it one day.

Step seven - put away original copies

I keep the original copies of my comic pages in a folder for later use. After a while you'll have a bunch of blank comic templates to use.

I'll post the next part once i finish and scan the finished traditional page.

Also I'm not a professional, this is just how i make traditional comics