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Bumbleby week
Day 2: Jock and Nerd
Hope y’all like it 💜🐝
#rwby#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#bumbleby#rwby fanart#bmblb#rwby bmblb#my artwork#new art style#jock Yang#nerd Blake#blake x yang#yang x blake#I forgot I could change the font
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true drifters code in the erra font
#i forgot you could change font in idle and i already had the font downloaded for edits#so here are some lyrics!#its also the same font for the self titled I'm pretty sure#kiran.txt#erra
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hello here is 3.29-3.31! absolutely devastating for my bingo
hello it's part 3 of 3 for my cool fun graphic design adventure!! part 1 and part 2 got too long. to recap i am recreating this t-shirt design but with the magic 8 ball songs instead of city names:
here is the current draft, updated through 3/27 (pittsburgh) (!!!!)
#notable changes from our last entry:#1. finally found the proper font for portland and changed ginasfs#2. started adjusting row heights and widths to make the composition more similar to the original#3. returned the flower to volcanoes and put the moon in jet pack#and put the other flower in music or misery instead of my own muse#feels better like this i think but idk i want your thoughts. help#also committed to putting the parentheticals in the state fonts rather than the city fonts#so expensive mistakes has been adjusted to the michigan font#however i could not find the kentucky font for the fucking life of me so i have frankensteined together something that is passable for#ten years#if anyone knows what font it is. please lmk#but this will do for now#anyway. ANYWAY. wilson and jet pack blues were on my list of songs that would Get Me A Little Bit#so i'm having a time over here#five shows remaining!!! two updates left!!!!#bees' graphic design adventure#fob#i am still working on figuring out a way to distribute this when it's finished#i think i'll put it up on my inprnt maybe?? and also make the file available on like google drive or something#so ppl can print it on their own stuff#i still dk what the best way to do shirts is and i'm not sure i have the energy/time to figure it out but i do want ppl to get what they#want#so if ppl can print their own shirts with the file then that could slay#okayyyyy goodnight!!!!#wait jk i forgot . spotlight 2???? holy shit??#was noodling around playing it on piano earlier bc i learned it a couple weeks ago#from the sheet music i found somewhere on here#my god. the shrimplications.#if he does love selfish love its over for me i fear. top tier truant wave song#anywayyyyyy actually goondight for rreal!!!
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Captured ☁︎︎
☁︎︎𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬
☁︎︎𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭
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“𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬?“
“𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞“
“𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐦.. 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?“ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡.
With summer almost coming to an end, it was only right to sneak in a few more side quests before your two worlds became obstructed with sports & school. Overtime you and Paige learned to never take these moments for granted, as she would soon be making her way to the WNBA, where things would never be the same.
“Bought a camera and don’t even know how to work it” Drew snickered, watching her older sister struggle to his amusement. “I told you to keep the instructions”
Side eyeing Drew she bantered “I don’t need instructions and I definitely don’t need to listen to a 10-year-old”
The two were indefinitely the same people in different fonts, but nevertheless, the core memories being created made up for everything else that happened in between.
"I'm sure you'll get some good pictures once the lights dim a little bit. besides the scenery is way too nice for the camera to give it enough justice" you appealed to the view, sitting in the row watching the players move swiftly to hit the ball to the opposite side of the net.
"Yeah you have a point, I jus wanna have these moments to keep with me" admitting to her thoughts slipping out from her mouth. Paige loved experiencing new things, cherishing them with the people that she loved. Most importantly, you.
"I get it, we can go get them printed out afterward" The suggestion molded your mind into the memory of when you first met Paige. Her room was filled with polaroids and old cameos adorned with her friends and family. She talked for hours about what happened during each one, as she wrote dates on the back in case her memory became clouded.
A smug look grew upon her face and she examined your expression, she knew you all too well. it became like a 2nd nature to her to notice when you were in a thinking daze. "You should let me take some more of you, I'm having withdrawals"
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion "Wha- Paige you took pictures of me when we went to Aaliyah's game"
She scoffed at your allegation "That was over a month ago!" Truth be told she was a true lover girl at heart, she could never get enough of you. Religiously keeping small pictures in the back of her phone case to keep you close to her heart even though you were miles away.
"Okay okay fine, but you need to take some of yourself too, you look beautiful” admiring the way her ponytail fell perfectly down her back as two strands framed her face.
"Sooo...we all just forgot about me? I would like some cool flicks too" Drew asserted, removing the camera from Paige's hands quickly changing the settings.
"We'd never forget about you Drewski" you laughed as you watched him hold up the camera extremely close to his sister's face.
"Say cheeseee" he dragged, the sound of the camera clicking, clashing with the bright flash blinding everyone in sight.
"Shit I'm gonna go blind" Paige muttered rubbing her now sensitve eyes.
"You're already blind P"
"Ayee that was a good one" Drew lit up with excitement, reaching across to shake hands in agreement.
"Alright now nobody's getting pictures since you two think it's so funny" Her protest grew weak as an announcement over the intercom haltered the crowds' attention.
"No Flash Photography Please, Thank You"
"You sure you don't need those instructions?"
"Just let me live bro" she groaned placing the camera back around her neck. “They’re definitely gonna fine me now”
“S’okay, it’ll all be worth it”
𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬.
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they forgot to make the punk hazard body swap stuff about franky Specifically . for me
[ID: Doodle page revolving around Nami being body swapped into Franky's body and Franky being body swapped into Chopper. The main drawing is of Nami in Franky's body, eyes wide and worried, mouth agape and drooling as she timidly raises her hands up in front of her chest. Her knees are bent and are creaking. Multiple instances of "click" are written around her hands as well. A speech bubble containing only Nami's head making the same frightened expression is drawn over her head. A wall of text on the left reads: "-Going through the onslaught of losing more nuanced muscular movements, half of organs being replaced with mechanical parts constantly whirring, using cameras for eyes and the stark change in vision/color quality that comes with that, and a rubbery tongue. All while having to adjust to a body three times her size and constant soreness of the knees and spine having to support all of that. Scared of accidentally shooting bullets and stuff". Right next to her is Franky in Chopper's body, who is sweating profusely and looking down with a frustrated expression as he frantically waves his right arm. His other hoof is covering his left ear. A speech bubble of Franky's head making the same angry expression appears above his head. He is not wearing Chopper's helmet hat nor his shirt, just his backpack and shorts. Text to the right of him reads: "-Everything is too hot, too loud, and too much . smells. -No dexterity/clumsy movements. Going from mostly naked to full fur coat is overwhelming". In the top left hand corner is a small doodle of Chopper in Sanji's body. He's just standing there with one large eye staring off into space with a cat like mouth, frowning slightly. To the right is a doodle of Franky as Chopper walking on all fours in brain point. His eyes are wide and unfocused as he sweats profusely. He's thinking: "gosh i sure hope a hole doesn't open up beneath me and i drop into the ocean that i now cannot swim in. a truly frightening thought." as someone beneath the ground under him starts to saw a circle around where he's standing. There is a secret low opacity clip art of Wade from Garfield behind him. In the top right hand corner is a sketch of Nami as Franky swinging her left arm into the back of Luffy's head on accident while she's talking. She's looking towards the viewer, talking about something, and looks serious. She is oblivious to accidentally hitting Luffy. Luffy's body stays static but his neck is stretching out a bit as his head rubber bands to the side. He's clenching his teeth and one of his eyes has an X in it while the other has a swirl. "Donk" is written right above. This drawing is captioned: "Dangerously clumsy". Underneath is a drawing of Franky as Chopper talking to Nami as Franky. Franky is looking up at Nami and is saying: "Nami i am just letting you know my flashback arrestor is not currently up to code and i haven't replaced it so i recommend you do not use any fire functions or you could blow up which would also blow me up . and i would not care for that". Nami starts sweating and goes wall eyed in panic, mouth agape. And finally in the bottom right hand corner is a doodle of Robin sitting down while Franky in Chopper's body nuzzles up against her right shoulder like a cat would on all fours. He's looking up at her, smiling and wagging his tail, and says: "You can pet me if you'd like". Robin grips him by the abdomen with her right arm while lightly pushing him away with her other arm. She's looking forward and not at him, and looks upset. She responds: "Stop talking." in a red horror type font. None of the drawings are colored in and are drawn over an abstract background comprised mostly of shades of pale yellow and pink. /END ID]
#EDIT: i fixed the typos in one of the dialogues . i drew all this late at night n stuff i was tired i didnt see them#one piece#2024#described#franky#chopper#sanji#luffy#nami#fonts used: anime ace 2.0 and bahnshrift semibold condensed#nico robin
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hey!! I have lots of stuff I made for cfco (this thing!) that I really want to share and also just keep in one spot, so here's kind of a cfco """artbook""". LOTS of rambling about my ocs up ahead!!! you have been warned!!!!
old code foretold co-op art under cut ↓
first up is this little thumbnail of a mock up poster/book cover! this was made while cfco lived only in my imagination, before I actually started to seriously consider making it into something tangible. little did I know that I would eventually repurpose this design into the title art 😈
I realized this design wouldn't work vertically if i was gonna make cfco in google slides so I switched some stuff around and boom!!!! more detailed sketch!!!!!
here's a placeholder background I slapped together and used while testing out how I wanted things to look (textbox design, font, color palette, sprites). if you look closely at the background of jay and raziel's infocards you can see I used this for those since I didn't have the actual backgrounds drawn at that point. there were actually some earlier textbox designs with a little icon that was supposed to show the face of whichever character was speaking to make it more clear, but ended up cutting that since i thought it'd be unnecessary extra work for me
here's a thumbnail for what was supposed to be the final slide! I kinda wished I finished this but honestly I kinda forgot about it 😭 plus there wouldn't be a lot of room for the text in this design. I also think it's a little misleading because it implies evelyn is still In The Walls when she is not. she is elsewhere now. hopefully in therapy
some of the first iterations of jay my stupid clown son who I love oh so dearly. oh god where do I even start with him. well for starters these sketches are from OCTOBER!!!!! of LAST YEAR!!!!!! WILD!!!!!!!! anyway as you can see he's pretty different here. I can't talk about his design without saying that from the very beginning he was designed to be a foil to sylvie and I tried to get that across in just about anywhere I could. at first I just thought the idea of an "anti-sylvie" would be cool, but then that idea quickly evolved into a completely separate character.
I picked his epithet, "sunshine", to contrast "drowsy". I didn't wanna go for the exact opposite word to drowsy like "awake" or "energetic", but it got me thinking about night/day parallels and I figured I could do something with that, which made me land on "sunshine"
jay is a clown who dropped out of school and doesn't want to be taken seriously because he's exhausted from the restrictions his family put on him! meanwhile sylvie is a psychologist who graduated early and wants to be taken seriously because he craves respect and validation (possibly out of a lack of respect from his family). parallels!!! I could honestly go on and on about everything in jay's personality that foils sylvie's but I'll just stick to his design because idk if anyone else wants to hear all that 😭
so yeah uh back to his design. his mask used to cover his eyes! I changed it to cover his mouth since sylvie's glasses cover only his eyes, I thought it'd be more fitting if jay's mask covered whatever sylvie's glasses don't cover
he also had a star motif! I felt like this didn't line up with him being sun themed so I scrapped it
lots of jays!!! they're all squished together on one image because tumblr image limit
because his color palette is based off of an inverted version of sylvie's, I already knew I wanted his main colors to be blue, red/pink, black, and brown/bronze. I messed around with this palette a lot before I got it to look ok. there's some earlier versions of his design where he's more pink than red
his design here differs a little from what I ended up sticking with!!!
- the cuffs of his sleeves and his gloves got their colors switched around
- the clown nose on his mask became an actual separate piece instead of just a flat red spot
- the ruffles on his undershirt. gone
- slightly simplified bangs
- no more blue streaks in hair!!! I actually kinda wish I kept these :(
he was actually supposed to be much more outwardly malicious. like one of these characters who does whatever sounds the most fun at the moment regardless of the consequences or their morals. I thought it'd be cool if instead of the usual little shine I give characters on the side of their eyes, jay had a triangle shape towards the top of his eye that looked like a shine, but then when he gets serious and narrows his eyes, it's no longer visible and it makes his eyes look like there's no light in them
I gave him a subtle X motif because I thought it was like the opposite of a swirl. a swirl curls in on itself while an X sticks out sharply in different directions
near the top of the image is an idea for jay's "phoenix design". his powers aren't shown a lot in cfco, but I like to think that after he's defeated in a fight, he can revive himself for a short period of time... like how a phoenix is reborn 😱😱😱😱 anyway this design was supposed to be what he might look like after reviving. it needs some work but I like his hat
the bottom of this image is sketches for his sprites!!!!
and speaking of his sprites...... here's some quick sketches I made for some of his poses!!!!! I wanted his sprites to mirror the poses of some of sylvie's portraits, but with a contrasting emotion. when sylvie's angry he stands up straight and holds his arm out in an accusatory pose. when jay is happy he jolts up and reaches out his arm in delight. when sylvie is proud of himself he leans forward and gestures towards himself. when jay is nervous he jerks to one side and brings his hand to his collar out of uncertainty. can you tell how much I wanted jay to parallel sylvie
by the way while I'm on the topic I think it's worth mentioning: jay and sylvie are...... kinda maybe sorta oc x canon......... (LOUD BOOING SFX) I wrote them as friends and that's how they'll stay but I really love them together and I like imagining, in a scenario where they're both in better places mentally, they're in a qpr. ok. so what. sue me.
moving on from jay, here's one of raziel's first designs all the way from december of last year!!!! this was around when I started to roughly construct the plot of cfco in my brain. i really like how he looks here but I had to leave behind some elements of this design to prevent it from feeling too cluttered and to make them easier to redraw multiple times for their sprites. the design of their sleeves was actually based on a jacket I saw around this time that I thought looked cool
and finally here's evelyn! the first image is one of my first drawings of her along with an idea for what she would've looked like in the past. then the second is a sketch of her portrait compared to the final one. there's actually a lot I want to say about her and by extension cfco as a whole
in my head, cfco was a lot different. it just existed as little collections of scenes I would imagine that I thought I could string together and form a cohesive story out of. these little scenes started to evolve and become more complex, which made me realize I would not be able to make them into anything in that state.
cfco was going to have a much deeper plot centered around evelyn discovering a secret about how epithets function. this secret would have been a lot for one person to handle and being burdened with this knowledge would have caused her a great deal of stress, so she made a nearly impossible game which would reveal this secret to whoever wins it so that someone else can share this burden. I realized while writing the draft of cfco that at my current writing ability, I wouldn't be able to pull a story like this off, and also that whatever I made this secret would probably end up being not possible in the world of ee as more lore gets revealed, so I switched some stuff around and now it's not about that anymore, but I think a consequence of that was now the plot feels a little rushed and unpolished 😭 oh well
the mark on her chest was also originally a scar from something related to this version of the story. I wanted to keep that part of her design even though it's not a scar in the current version of her character, so it's a birthmark now
I thought the themes of "forbidden knowledge" accompanied by vague religious imagery were cool for the original idea and I had integrated these themes into the characters and story so much by that point that it'd be a waste to turn it back around so I figured I should just keep them in even if it makes less sense
raziel is very angel themed! the straps on the back of their jacket are supposed to look like angel wings. the circles all over their outfit is supposed to give the feeling of halos, or the many eyes of a seraphim. evelyn has a pomegranate shaped necklace and her hair is supposed to be shaped like a pomegranate. her surname even used to be plague-odd, pun on "play god" (which I ended up changing to a similar sounding name). raziel and evelyn also have angel numbers associated with them. raziel's is 111 (intuition) and it's present in his birthday, while evelyn's is 444 (protection) and is present in her age and birthday
that's about it!!! if you read this far thank you so much 🙏 even though it's not very good, I'm glad I made cfco after spending so long being scared to write something and share it online. not to be that guy who wants people to ask him about his ocs but if u wanna know anything else about these guys 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 u can ask 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I love talking about them (especially jay. if you couldn't already tell he's the favorite child)
by the way here's all of jay and raziel's sprites. the links should hopefully work????
jay
raziel
#♦️charlie's art#epithet erased#epithet erased oc#code foretold co-op#the rest of the museum trio is technically also there. so#molly blyndeff#sylvie ashling#sylvester ashling#giovanni potage
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A Long Road Home - Page 92 Author Notes
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The flavor that Imogen/Laura gives to her Dissonant Whispers spell (which inflicts psychic damage and on a failed Wisdom save causes the target to flee involuntarily from the caster) is that she is reflecting all of the pain and noise of other people’s thoughts back outwards, which is a great character detail. Mechanically it’s the psychic damage hurting Laudna, but even though she can tell it’s not Imogen’s voice throwing all those hateful words at her, she’s heard them directed at herself enough to want to run because what follows them is usually violence.
I made a point of using different fonts for Imogen’s Dissonant Whispers to keep them distinct from Laudna’s creepy message whispers. Appropriately enough, the names of her fonts are “Spiritual Lightning” and “Haunted Moon.” (Laudna’s are “Restless Soul,” “Echoes,” and “Witch Girls.”) :)
My original plan was for the cleric (seen back on page 65 as just a hooded eisfuura figure in yellow) to be a devotee of the Everlight but I changed them to a cleric of the Matron of Ravens as a means of preserving some essence of a plot arc I ended up cutting from this chapter because it was just way too long at the script stage. It involved Imogen and Laudna finding shelter from the cold (which they are shortly going to be sent out into, sorry) in a town centered around a temple of the Duskmaven. They are treated kindly there at first, while Laudna is hypothermic enough to be mistaken for a genuine corpse, but once the clerics realize she’s only mostly dead they get caught and Imogen is put on trial for necromancy. This plotline survives in Come In From the Cold (in the most recent chapter, in fact) and, aesthetically, I really liked Sister Iseult, the piebald raven eisfuura paladin who serves as the arbiter of the trial and regretted leaving her out of the comic. I considered including her in place of the cleric here, but since the dragonborn with the gun has already kind of been established as the leader, preventing the cleric from getting the character arc she will have in the fic, I decided it wouldn’t be a satisfying use of a good design. But since the point of that arc was to establish Laudna’s fraught relationship with the Raven Queen (who despises necromancy, which Laudna assumes must include herself, an undead, and not just the necromancer who made her that way) I decided to make the cleric here one of her followers, who is doing nothing to disabuse her of that belief.
Conveniently, there is canonically a notable group of Duskmaven worshipers who wear yellow cloaks, so I didn’t even have to change that, although why this lone member of Paragon’s Call would be so far away from Bassuras is a question I will have to answer later, haha. They could just be wearing yellow to compliment the gold on their tabard.
Speaking of yellow, the rogue was originally supposed to be thinking "Dibs on her bandana," which was just a silly throwaway line (like obviously it's part of her character design she's not going to lose it in a prequel) but since I forgot to work it into her outfit in the previous scene I had to change it to the bounty hunter planning to steal her coat, which Laudna made for her, and now it comes across as a lot meaner than intended.
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Typesetuary Day #4
Another day, another Typesetuary post! Presenting: All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque (sized for half letter/letter folio). You can find the full typeset for free in my library, along with all my other pdfs of public domain works!
I actually used two of my go-to body fonts in this typeset: Cardo and Californian FB. Cardo was the main body font, and then I used Californian FB for the title page. Because I forgot to change the text box over to Cardo, but then after making it, realized I really liked how Californian FB looked for the title and decided they could both coexist with my neuroticism lol
#All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque#all quiet on the western front#typesets#typesetting#book design#bookbinding#book#free to use#typesetuary#4
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Helping Miles 🕷️
In which you and Miguel help Miles with his Spanish
w/c: 1.6K
pairing: miguel o’hara x mexican!reader
tags: fluff, Spanish lesson, you're dating Miguel
notes: free spanish lesson 💅🏼💅🏼
I was walking over to Miguel's office to look something up on his screens when I hear some running towards me and I turn around. "Oh hey Miles! You alright?" I ask letting out a chuckle seeing him try to catch his breath.
He puts a finger up and I nod. He calms his breathing down and I nod. "H-Hey Y/n"
"What's up?" I ask raising an eyebrow.
"You're Mexican like Miguel right....? He trails on and I nod.
"Yeah... Why?" I ask curious.
"Well I was wondering if you could help me with some Spanish...." he says looking down at his shoes.
"Spanish?" I ask and he nods.
"Yeah sure why not. What do you need help with specifically?" I ask walking towards Miguel's office.
"Maybe some pronunciation on big words, ohh the difference between ending a word in o and a." He says and I nod.
"That sounds easy enough. This'll be fun!" I say with a smile and he grins.
"I wanna surprise my mom by not talking in ‘spanglish’ like she says." He explains and I chuckle.
That's understandable." I say and open the door to Miguel's office letting him go inside before me.
"Ah- are you sure I can be in here-“
"It's fine you're with me! If he bitches l'll get it under control." | reassure him and he slowly nods.
I smile and motion for him to sit on the chair by Miguel's desk. I pull another chair and sit next to him.
1 pull up Miguel's laptop and get on a blank page on word. I make it so the font is big so we can both see it well. "Alright to start things off, in Spanish adjectives usually end in o and a. Words that end in 'o' are masculine. Words that end in 'a' are feminine." 1 explain and he nods along.
1 type it in simple terms and write examples below it.
"So if I were to say 'Mayday is pretty'."
"Mayday esta bonita?"
"Exactly! How about 'Miguel is tired'." I ask and look over at him.
"Miguel esta c-cansado?" He responds and I nod.
"Good job! See these are easy and simple. Now something people always mess up by accident is the word embarrassed-"
"Oh my god- listen I did it a couple times- but it's not my fault the word pregnant in Spanish sounds like embarrassed!!" He says and I laugh.
"It's not your fault, they do sound similar. Do you remember what the word for embarrassed is though?" I ask and he closes an eye and thinks.
"No I forgot it again but I know it's not embarazado." He says and I chuckle.
"Indeed it isn't. It is avergonzado. Or avergonzada. Or even the word vergüenza, which is like 'being embarrassed." I say and type it all out.
"And vergüenza wouldn't change to an o right?" He asks and I nod.
"Exactly. Your knowledge is good Miles! What else do you need help with?" I ask and turn to face him.
"What the fuck is vosotros?"
"We ignore that completely, and yes they'll say it's important in school, no you won't ever use it unless you happen to go to Spain." I say jokingly and he laughs.
"Alright well hmm... oh what is cho-"
"What the hell are you doing here?" Miguel's voice makes us both jump a bit but Miles shakes a bit even after.
"I'm teaching him some Spanish!" I say turning around to look at him and stand up while he scoffs.
"Shouldn't he already know-"
"I do! But what they teach in class is a bit different." Miles says and widens his eyes after he realized he interrupted Miguel.
"In my office?" He asks with a hand on his hip looking directly at him.
I stand in front of Miles and he stands up. "I was already planning on coming here but Miles asked if I could teach him and here we are." I explain and he raises an eyebrow.
"Plus this is good practice for our future kids." I tease and his eyes widen with his cheeks getting all red.
Miles snickers behind me and I quickly look at him and give him warning eyes. "So wanna help out?" I ask turning back at him and motion for him to join us.
He sighs and walks over to us. "What are you teaching him?"
"The basics, las palabras femeninas y masculinos." I explain and motion towards his laptop. (The feminine and masculines words)
"Y usaste mi compu-" (and you used my lapt-)
"Yeah? I thought it was easier than your iPad." | say biting my lip and his mouth is agape.
"You were gonna use m-"
"We could do this all night love, c’mon what else can we teach Miles?" I ask.
"How many bad words do you know?" He asks with a slight smirk making me roll my eyes.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, "Those are literally the basics cielo." I roll my eyes once again and take a sip of water from Miguel's bottle.
"Uhh I know what coño is and I wanted to ask what chocha is?" (pussy ×2)
I spit out the water and laugh. "Do not tell him, his mom will kill us-"
"Well there's a day in a young man's life-"
I punch his arm and give him a warning glare. He sighs and leans over to Miles whispering in his ear.
"MIGUEL O'HARA NO TE ATREVAS-" (DON'T YOU DARE) He pulls away with a smirk and I shake my head.
"Si me mata te culpo inmediatamente." I threaten and he smiles. (If she kills me l'll blame you immediately)
"Que romántica." He says and kisses my forehead. (How romantic)
"Wait how would you properly pronounce inmedia-inmidia-"
"Say it slowly kid. Think of the syllables and split them up." Miguel says and towers over me to type it out.
He makes it bigger so Miles can see how to pronounce each syllable. "Try that."
"In-me-dia-ta-men-te."
"Good now try it all together, slowly" Miguel says and Miles nods.
"Inmediatamente." Miles says and I clap.
"Yay Miles!" I cheer with a big smile.
Miguel nods at him and tries to hide a smile. "Now say it normally"
"Inmediatamente."
Miguel covers my mouth before I could cheer for him again and I gasp. "Say it in a sentence."
"Uh- me tengo que ir inmediatamente." Miles says and I clap. (I have to leave immediately)
Miguel moves his hands from my mouth and I lean over to hug Miles. "You did so good! I'm so proud of you!"
Miles laugh and cautiously hugs me back. But after a few seconds he does it normally and I grin. I pull away and look at him, "practice makes perfect okay?"
"Pronunciation is a bit hard especially for longer words but if you split them up and do it slowly you'll get the hang of saying bigger words!" I say and give him an encouraging smile.
"Thanks Y/n, thank you Miguel I really appreciate the help! We should do this daily" He says with a big smile and I nod.
"I'm down whenever, I wanna see that Spanish grade improve alright?" I say and raise an eyebrow at him.
He laughs and nods. "How about a few more words?"
"Sure. Mmm oh-" I say and type American in Spanish on my laptop.
"What on earth is that?!?" He asks with wide eyes and I chuckle.
"American."
"It's not just americano??!?!" He asks dumbfounded and I laugh.
"| mean you can say it like that but this way is more proper I guess. Here try doing what Miguel did and separate it out in syllables." I say and move the laptop closing to him.
He nods and looks closely at the letters. Miguel was right behind me and he put his hands around my shoulders. I watch Miles and smile. He's a smart kid.
"Okay I think I got it?"
"Let me see." I say and move the laptop in front of me on the desk.
"You did it perfectly! Now can you say the syllables?"
"Es-ta-do-un-i-den-se"
"That's good kid now say it slowly." Miguel says encouragingly and I smile.
"Estadounidense"
"Good. Now in a sentence"
"Gwen es estadounidense?"
"Good job kid!" Miguel says with a chuckle and pats him on the back. Miles smiles up at him his eyes filled with glee.
I look down at the laptop and type his next word. Miles looks over and waves his hand. "I know this one. Tristemente. Tristemente ya me tengo que ir-but actually I have to go back for dinner!!" He says and runs off out the door.
Then he comes running back in with a wide grin, "thank guys!! I'll be back soon!" And runs off again. I smile and saved the file and label it 'Helping Miles'.
"You did a good job teaching him." Miguel says and sits down next to me.
"You did as well love, thanks for some compassion." I say genuinely and reach over to hold his hand.
"I mean he got really excited to learn. Can't hold that against him." He says with a shrug.
"I'm proud of you. It's a step forward and you'll be able to properly have conversations in Spanish with someone else at HQ besides me!" I say and grin.
"Como ya tengo ganas de enseñarles a nuestros hijos..." he says and my eyes widen. (I kinda now wanna teach our children.....)
"Really?" I say with a happy expression.
"Yeah." He says with a bright smile and I wrap my around him hugging him and kiss his cheek.
"Te adoro, te amo tanto. Vas hacer una mamá increíble." He whispers and I feel tears coming in. (I adore you, I love you so much. You're going to be an incredible mom)
"Serás un papa fantástico, amor. Te amo." | say and kiss his cheek again. (You'll be a fantastic father, love. I love you)
He wraps his arms around me as we stay like that having me wonder and dream of our future little bilingual babies.
#Miguel ohara#Miguel o’hara#across the spiderverse#miguel ohara oneshot#miguel o hara#atsv miguel#miguel ohara imagine#Miguel ohara fluff
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Thoughts on TBHK Chapter 117
Ok I'm starting to think you guys love torturing or something because once again you didn't remind me that a new chapter was out, I mean it's already hard enough trying to keep up as it is without spoilers, So you guys could at least do me the favor and cut me some slack by letting me know when a New chapter is out, I mean you guys KNOW how I feel about this series and that I wanna talk about it just like everyone else, So Why F$#K DON'T YOU GUYS REMIND ME!? like c'mon guys 🥺 also I see that we're back to using the original font style tho so that's a plus at least, I wonder shenanigans we're gonna get up to in this chapter tho, ooh! I wonder if well see hanako or if yashiro will even talk about what happened with him being a teacher now or that she even had an encounter with him, I highly doubt it because she knows how much Akane and teru hate hanako so maybe she'll keep it to herself, welp only one way to find out
Ngl I was a little caught off guard at 1st with them calling her Akane instead of Aoi, maybe because I'm So used to the anime calling her aoi and him Akane, but eh it's whatever tho 😅
I completely forgot that in this timeline he and Aoi are in a relationship, so his reaction to her texting him is So Hilarious to me, it's just like "Oh shit, I forgot 😀" 🤣🤣
I KNEW IT! I knew she would be conflicted with leaving things as it is and maybe even not wanting to Rest the timeline, OMG I ABSOLUTELY CALLED IT RIGHT ON THE EFFING MONEY YEAH! *Does happy dance*
Omg i didn't even think of it like that, but yeah who's to say that everything that happened in the previous timeline, won't just happen again, like a Canon event or something, Omg Aidairo's understanding of time travel is really Amazing, Iike the way it just plays with all the concepts and rules without making too confusing is just Genius, and ya know what it really does bring into question of "What if this could happen " and "would this lead to that" like omg aidairo well done golf claps all around 👏👏👏 Also no offense teru but I don't think hanako would really care that much, because hanako's whole thing is about making yashiro happy, like even if he couldn't be with her or if he had to do something drastic like killing one of her friends to extend her life like he tried with aoi, he wouldn't really care because as long as she's alive that's all that matters, I mean sure he would get lonely, but as long as she's happy, he couldn't ask for more
Omg this Panel is so GOOD like look at it OMG I want this to be animated sooo Baaaadd!! 😖
OMG Teru is such a bitch for this, he legit called her to make it look like Akane and yashiro are a thing, which would never effing happen to begin with, but all in the name just to fuck with him like Omg teru, you're such a bitch like Wow just Wow, also I love that even tho she's with teru, she still gets jealous if she sees.Akane with someone else, like it just shows that she really loves him Awww 😊
Phff 🤣🤣🤣 they legit hit the "ewww no he like a brother to me" 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Also i love how aoi is immediately wanting to know about yashiro's love life, She's such a gossip Girl Lol
Omg Now THAT is a confession, yashiro needs to take notes, Holy shit was not expecting this, Hell yeah Aoi Aoi is back! ^^
Yo I effing hate this dude like I just wanna Slap him at times like bro shut yo ass up, like how do you go from being so clutch and awesome last chapter but such a dick in this one like this is what I don't like about this guy, like I'm starting to think he's bipolar like LOOK AT HIS FACE, LOOK AT HIS FUCKING FACE!
Wait we're going to the Red house, Omg the Next chapter can't come any sooner like I'm So excited, I wonder what changes have been made or if THAT is never meant to change like what if This is what teru was talking about how things are eventually meant to happen, Oh my gosh I can't wait ^w^
My initial reaction to this scene was "ah this is nice, just 2 of my favorite character's having a nice stroll and being an absolute adorable couple" before IMMEDIATELY turning into "WAIT I RECOGNIZE THAT STREET!" Because if you have an encyclopedia knowledge of this series like I do, then You'd KNOW exactly where that street leads, Ah Shit I'm really starting to think that Kou's earing might be bad luck or something because this the 2nd time this has happened to him, ya know maybe that's why mitsuba hates it so much, Omg I hope it isn't what I think it is, but the fact the he said it had a Red roof is already confirming my suspicions *bites nail* 😰
F%#$k I KNEW IT! Omg these 2 can't catch a break like WTF also I SEE that it has the keep out sign at that it's looks pretty abandoned almost burnt so i guess teru was right and things eventually Are meant to happen, Ah shit I'm so scared for Next chapter, Damn it Aidairo leave them ALONE PLEASE!? Welp, looks like shit's going to go Down next chapter, and I guess I'll be right here to cover it ^^;; wait a minute I just realized something, we haven't seen Sakura or Natsuhiko yet so could next chapter finally be them and confirm my suspicions of Sakura being a ghost or Kannagi and Natsuhiko being her protector!? OMG NEXT CHAPTERS GONNA BE AMAZING!!!
#anime#kawaii#anime / manga#2000s anime#shounen#90s anime#animanga#tbhk#tbhk manga#tbhk spoilers#toilet bound hanako kun#jibaku shounen hanako kun#jibaku shoujo hanako kun#yashiro nene#teru minamoto#akane aoi#aoi akane#kou minamoto#mitsuba sousuke#tbhk hanako#tbhk yashiro#tbhk teru#tbhk akane#tbhk aoi#tbhk mitsuba#tbhk kou#tbhk sakura#tbhk natsuhiko#chapter 117#miimo96
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Takeout Interruptus (read on ao3) fluff and humor // T // 1k words tagging @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr
A makeout session is interrupted by an over-enthusiastic delivery boy who just can't take a hint. (Note: "OK Chinese Restaurant" is a real place in the SF Bay Area, so I hope you will forgive me for the name. I always wanted to open another place across the street called "Good Chinese Restaurant.")
Scully’s tongue thrusts hot and wet into his mouth, her hands tangled in his hair. She gasps as his fingers slip under the hem of her shirt to begin a teasing journey up the sweet plains of her stomach, inching higher and higher... when a loud knock sounds at Mulder’s door. “Sorry,” he murmurs against her lips. “Forgot I ordered food.”
She whines when he pulls away, though her stomach is rumbling. “Hurry back, G-Man.”
He smiles over his shoulder as he grabs his wallet and opens the door, revealing a gangly teenager with bright red hair, a smattering of acne, and an anemic little caterpillar of a mustache valiantly attempting to crown his upper lip. In his hands are two bulging bags of takeout, their stylized font proudly proclaiming them the product of Mr. Fung’s OK Chinese Restaurant (Ask About Two-for-One Tuesday Special!).
“Hey, Zack, how’s it going?”
“Good, Mr. Mulder, thanks. That’ll be $27.50.” He holds the bags up for emphasis and Mulder thumbs through his wallet. “Hey, so, you were right about that book you told me about, the one with the yetis? Susie thought it was really cool and now I think maybe she thinks I might be really cool and so I was just wondering if you had any, like, recommendations for more? Because, like, I’m not great with girls, and she’s so pretty and so smart and she smells, like, so good and I just don’t want to blow it, like—“
Mulder pulls out a few worn bills with an unnecessary flourish, waving them right under the boy’s nose, and Zack’s motor mouth dies abruptly. “Next time, okay? Keep the change.”
Oblivious, the young man bumbles on. “Come on, man, it’s just that I’m, like, really nervous? I’m supposed to meet up with her after my shift tonight and she was like, ‘it’s no big deal’ but, like, it’s a super big deal and you’re always so, like, suave and stuff I just thought maybe—”
“Zack,” Mulder says with emphasis, though not without kindness. “I’m a little busy tonight.”
The boy peers around his shoulder into the living room. “Oh hey, Ms. Scully.” She smiles indulgently and wiggles her fingers at him in a small wave. “You guys got some cool new case going on? Oh is it gross? Susie loves when I talk about the gross ones, that Flukeman thing had her fascinated for days so maybe you could just, like, give me a few details and I could like—”
He is inching closer to the door and Mulder sticks a hand out to grab the frame, his forearm forming a barricade before the boy can cross the threshold. “Not exactly, Zack.” Scully can’t see his face, but she can hear in his voice the wide eyes, the raised brows, the way his mouth presses into a thin line as he silently begs the boy to take the damn hint (and the money) and go.
Zack peeks around him again, slower this time, and his eyes widen along with his grin. His gaze flicks back and forth as he takes in Scully’s pinked cheeks, Mulder’s disheveled hair, the coffee table with a pair of near-empty wine glasses and no casefiles in sight. “Oh man! Oh, oh wow. Is this—? Are you—? Oh man!” He gives Mulder a bony but encouraging punch on the shoulder, thumping him in the gut with the takeout bag in the process. “Yeah, sorry, yeah, no, you got it, Mr. Mulder, I’m outta here, say no more, I’ll just, yeah, okay uh—”
He bolts all of three steps before realizing he forgot something, and nearly drops it all as he tries to hand Mulder both bags and take the money at the same time, with only two knobby arms to handle the job. One more glance into the living room, his smile so big it looks painful and shows off an impressively shiny array of orthodontics. “Yeah, okay, bye guys, have a good night, I mean, uh, I’ll just—”
“Bye, Zack.”
“Right, yeah, uh, bye!” He nearly trips over his own oversized feet as he sprints down the hall, shoes squeaking all the way. Rolling his eyes, Mulder pushes the door shut—but not before they hear him whispering excitedly to himself, “Wait ‘til I tell Susie about this!” His voice cracks on the last word.
“Scully?” Mulder asks as he turns back to her. “Do you ever get the feeling that everyone in the world was just waiting for us to get together, and we were too dumb to see it?”
She rises from the couch and takes the bags, then pushes up on her toes to press her mouth fleetingly to his. “Frequently. I’m pretty sure Skinner has Barbie dolls of us and he makes them kiss when he thinks no one is watching.”
He follows her into the kitchen, grabbing plates from the shelves she can’t reach while she rummages through the drawers for clean utensils. When she turns to face him, she finds him already close enough to touch, close enough that his body heat washes over her in a wave that sends tingles from her scalp to her toes. He grabs the counter on either side of her waist, trapping her between the firm brackets of his arms. “Think that kid is gonna get lucky tonight?”
Scully smiles, hooking her fingers through his belt loops and pulling until his hips are flush with hers. She threads her hands into his hair and pulls his face down close. “The more pressing question is,” she whispers, her breath ghosting over his lips, “are you going to get lucky tonight?”
“Would it improve my chances if I started talking about yetis?”
She reaches around, squeezes his ass with both hands, and he yelps as he bucks against her. “Let’s not risk it,” she smirks into his mouth, and kisses him like she wants to swallow him whole.
The takeout goes cold on the counter, but warms up nicely for a midnight snack.
I could not get this idea out of my head. At first I wanted to make it a scene in a larger piece of smut, but ultimately decided it was too funny and needed to be shared on its own. So. Here you go. I do not know why all my fics lately are food-related.
#x files fanfic#the x files#xf fic#xf fanfic#dana scully#fox mulder#msr#xfiles#the xfiles#mulder and scully#my fic#my writing#dailytxf#takeout interruptus
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总有一天 a place to hide (can't find one near) - yiqie
That’s just the thing, isn’t it? Wei Ying feels nothing. He doesn’t feel anything, and this emptiness should scare him. He knows he should be scared. He wants to be scared. He isn’t. Fear itself is never scary; fear is just a response. It means that your body wants you alive. It’s the absence of terror that scares him.
I had SO MUCH FUN with this bind! This one had a lot of firsts for me, and is one that I really poured my heart into due to its particular emotional impact on me (tl;dr - I was a piano major in college, burned out, this fic helped me fall in love with music again). It's an Untamed WangXian Pianists AU (TW for anyone interested that it deals with attempted suicide and life following that) and I tried to tie that into the design details literally everywhere I could think of. Black and white cover paper, music note scene breaks, and my absolute favorite part to create: sheet music title pages. The particular song used for that is a recurring motif in the fic and one that means a lot to me personally, and I knew I wanted to include it somehow. Unfortunately I couldn't find an existing image of the sheet music that was high enough quality to use how I wanted, so I used a sheet music program to input it myself!
This book was my first time doing any sort of edge decoration, and I had fun figuring out how to splatter paint with a toothbrush (Spouse: is that supposed to be blood? Me: no but also... kind of?) and it was also my first time doing endbands! (Shout out to the friends who walked me through it over voice chat one evening, and then rolled their eyes when I announced that I'd torn them out and done them over again. Twice.) I went with red and black for both of those parts to match the main characters canonical color scheme, and also because I liked the dramatic pop of color against the black and white cover.
Spine titling was done once again with a foil quill, and I decided to paint the Chinese title of the fic on the cover. I couldn't find a paintbrush that let me get as fine tipped and detailed as I wanted so I may or may not have used a toothpick to paint it on.
I prevailed over: somehow deleted half of my page numbers and had to reprint the WHOLE THING! Forgot to measure the boards as part of my spine width and had to do surgery with 2mm strips of paper! (Thankfully had allowed plenty of hinge because I didn't realize until I'd finished ALL of the titling and I would have cried if I couldn't salvage it) Truly this is my child and I adore how it turned out. Is it perfect? No. Are there things I would change? Sure. But I learned and I did and I'm so goddamn proud of it!
(See below the cut if you want specific details on the binding)
What pieces went into making it:
Fandom: The Untamed
Pairing: Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji
Pairing: Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji
Bookcloth: black Brillianta
Cover paper: black and silver marbled lokta
Endpapers: red cardstock
Titling: foil quill, acrylic paint, acrylic paint pen
Endbands: leather cording for the core, DMC embroidery thread for the bands
Body font: Adobe Garamond Pro
Title fonts: Long Cang and Canva Holiday
Text message font: Nirmala UI
Scene breaks created in Canva
Title page sheet music created using MuseScore
#purplephloxpress#ficbinding#wangxian#the untamed#pianists au#yiqie#fanbinding#renegade bindery#adventures in bookbinding
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Hogwart Legacy AU: Prof.Sharp
Hey chat, how would you feel if I said I forgot I was doing the deep dive of characters with my MC? I was busy dragging myself out of art block but HERE WE GO!!! (I picked this one via a spin wheel, this one is longer then the others ones I've done because firstly my MC is closer with this John Wick wannabe then the others I've done so there's more to write, and secondly because I may or may not be making a fanfic for these two losers, so I have more ideas etc ^^
First Impression:
Sharp:
✭He's heard a lot about the new student even before entering his class, Survived a Dragon attack and first day of classes saving Hogsmeade from Trolls?? Impressive sure but. . . Problem child much??
✭Pretty skilled with potions for a first timer, Not to mention the fact that they managed to stay on task even after Mr.Weasleys attempt at persuasion. Yet again Impressive, and impressing this man is like taking a Dungbog.
Rory:
✭Honestly didn't understand the constant talk about the professor once actually meeting him. They've heard him get called Intimidating, which is true, then again they've faced a troll and an enchanted armor. However, he isn't purposely cruel like they've heard. . . He's just blunt. Just like them fr!
✭Almost immediately one of their favorite professors, straight to the point. That's how they liked it. They liked potions anyway, its like baking in a way. . . They like baking :]
Overall Dynamic/Relationship:
✭ah yes, the classic and never old trope of a grumpy ass man taking a traumatized child under his wing. Starts off as a Mentor and Apprentice Duo, changes into a Adoptive father child duo. [Which they both PROFUSELY DENY for as long as possible] Y'all know it, you love it, it's great. Don't lie you know it's great
✭Mfs are literally same person different font prove me wrong. Sarcastic, Grumpy asf, Straight to the point, PAINFULLY blunt. Like come on man! They give Joel and Ellie or like Batman and Nightwing istg prove me wrong it's impossible.
Over the storyline [Also Fanfic lore!!]:
I don't really mind spoiling parts of the thing I'm writing, if anything it'll help people understand the relationship more!! So here on out I'm gonna talk about my AU so there will be interactions out of game!! It isn't apart of canon!! [Theses events begin to take place after the first trial]
✭One of the most important things Sharp was well known for, his miraculous perception and observance skills. Over the first half of the semester, the Potions Professor clearly noticed things the other staff didn't
✭The new 5th year always seemed to be running in and out of school, Barely making it to classes and at times not attending them at all. Every time, Fig always somehow had a alibi or excuse for them. Not to mention they somehow always have bruises or other random marks on them.
✭Nobody was that clumsy, especially them, he's seen them before and they are in no way a clutz who rams into things as they claim to be.
✭Let me tell you, His spidey senses were TINGLING.
✭Something was going on here, something behind the lines. He was going to find out what, that's for damn sure. If a student is in danger, he'll get to the bottom of it. Damn firm sense of justice
✭First thing he tried to do was ask the Fig about it, as he seems to be knowing more then he's letting on. Especially with his odd request for the potions master to try and find out whatever he could about the Goblins for Merlin's sake
✭Professor sharp MAY have implyed either Fig is purposely putting the student in danger or he didn't care about them all too much. As you would expect, that didn't settle so well, tense conversation turned to a heated argument. Ending it with a slam of a door and getting absolutely no where in his investigation.
✭He could ask the student directly, but judging by how stubborn they are. He doubts he would get a straight answer. . . If one at all. Not like he could tell the headmaster without any proper proof then a suspicious feeling, as if the irritating man would listen.
✭He was at a standstill, deciding to take a walk to thing. . .when he paused at seeing a disillusioned student walking around the main hall. . .wait a minute is that
✭It was Rory, speak of the devil. As he would with any other student he confronted them, after all this hadn't been the first time they've been caught by staff sneaking around at the dead of night. He ultimately decided a weeks worth of detention was suitable, he was in a mood okay give him a break
✭Rory of course was NOT pleased by this news, they had things to do. Ancient magic to discover, trials to prepare for, Demiguise statues to find!! They didn't have the time to scrub cauldrons!! Nevertheless they had to go, despite Figs protests to sharp which fell on dead ears
✭The detentions were. . .not as horrible as expected to say the least. Instead of scrubbing cauldrons the entire time, it became more of a extra class. Sharp, in his downtime brewed potions for the hospital wing and. . . Another project for the headmaster. He always did it himself but since they were here, why not get the kid to help him out a bit? Get ingredients for him, mince them, juice horklumps etc,,,
✭Sharp, for some unknown reason sort of enjoyed the students presence. They were helpful, but not a pushover. Respectful, but also seemed to have a sense of humor judging by the few sarcastic back and forths. They seemed to actually like to learn, being a fast learner at that. A wonderful quality when he began to actually sort of Mentor them with things other then Potions
✭Rory sorta felt the same way, it was a simpler thing to do that week, something that while not being optional was still enjoyable. Turns out the professor has a LOT of story's about His Auror days he surprisingly seems fond of speaking of. While he does emphasize the dangers and tribulations of the job, he doesn't seem to have hated it. If anything it still seems like just as much of a passion as it was when he was an Auror. Maybe they could be an Auror someday. . .
✭After the weeks detentions were over, It was almost a silent agreement that Rory could still return to help and learn a few tips. That was until around winter [aka, after the third trial]. They seemed to act a bit different, More anxious and jumpy. Slowly beginning to not return as much to the classroom. The Professor didn't mind, Whatever, they have their own things to do. However don't think Sharp forgot about the odd behavior from earlier this year, he still knew something was going on. Still kept a good eye on them
✭Rory after the confrontation with Ranrok and the Loss of Lodgok, unfortunately ran out of wiggenwelds and was in no shape to get to the ROR. So It wasn't until they walked into the potions classroom at 3 in the morning under the impression that the Potions Professor was already gone, drenched in blood did all hell broke loose
✭WHAT. WHEN. HOW. IS THAT A ENTIRE CHUNK OUT OF THEIR ARM MISSING???? WHY ARE THEY MORE CONCERNED ABOUT HIM BEING MAD????Safe to say the Professor wasn't pleased to see the student on their deathbed. After getting a few potions in them, it was the quickest this man has moved towards the nearest floo flame to the Hospital Wing
✭Next morning Sharp DEMANDED answers. They tried to pass it off as a wrong place but come on he isn't that daft!! Same time he was trying to push answers out of them, fig came to visit! That made his mood somehow sour more. How was this man so calm? This kid almost died!?
✭The Professors got into a squabble like schoolchildren until Rory had to break it up, promising the professor answers later. Nurse Blainey shooing him out of hospital Wing for "trying to interrogate a patient at 8AM". Sharp was pissed, but decided to be patient. He swears to Merlin if he gets another blatant lie he is going to throw a FIT.
✭He got answers. . . But it wasn't anything he was expecting. Ancient magic? Goblins?? Ranrok?? He had to sit down for a moment istg. This kid was single handedly trying to save the wizarding world while SOMEHOW KEEPING IT UNDER WRAPS? If he wasn't so damn worried and downright flabbergasted he would be genuinely proud.
✭He was asked to keep it on the downlow for now, by both Fig and the student. He honestly didn't know what to do, so he just vowed to help as much as he could. Much to Figs dismay of course. . .
✭He got radio silence from both the kid and their mentor for the next day. Seemingly to vanish off the face of the bloody earth. It wasn't until Professor Weasley was pounding on his door yelling about an attack on the school did things become more tense. Of course Rory had something to do with this. . . Didn't they?
✭Rest of the battle of hogwarts goes as usual, wasn't until the goblins began to actually fall back did the professor set his mind on the kid again. Attempting to find them, and eventually he did!! Yay!! He found them in the slowly but surely collapsing cavern, more distraught and upset then he had ever seen. Oh. . . Not yay
✭Fig was dead, they were in the middle of having a blown panic attack. This wasn't what he was hoping to come back to. He tried to help as much as possible, wasn't too much help tho. He was never good with emotions
✭Rory felt dizzy, fuzzy. . .like really fuzzy. It was like they weren't in control of their own body. After a moment if struggle passing out themself. Which the potions professor. . .absolutely wigged out. Eventually the other professors showed up just in time. . . Well not really
Aftermath/Future:
✭Rory was apparently in a small coma, damage to the head, body over exhausted, not to mention a concussion and several other severe wounds. They were inthe hospital Wing for a good few days
✭To say the professor was worried was a rather huge understatement. Besides Professor Weasley he was up in the Hospital Wing the most. Killed his leg, but that wasn't on his mind. As much as he knows he liked the kid, it felt odd to feel this worried about someone. Ever since his partner died (who aka in my Au was a brother to him) , he's never really felt so concerned, He hid it under a scowl tho
✭Once Rory woke up, they got their ear chewed off for not coming to him with this sooner, not being careful, giving him a heart attack. And also they unfortunately got the harsh demand of a full explanation, nothing left out. They agreed (thank Merlin he did NOT have the patience to fight with them on it anymore)
✭The next week or two they did not leave this man's sight. It only got worse after they managed to sneak out of the castle with Mrs.Onai and defeat Harlow. He was totally correct in his first assumption they were a problem child. If they tried to get out if the castle, "And just where do you think you're running off to?".
✭After the school year ended, and the MANY meetings with the ministry were over. Sharp was officially given the role of Rory's new mentor to help catch then up over the Summer. Not that neither of them had a problem with that of course. . . He did have a few more stories to share after all
I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG, I HAVE BEEN HYPER FIXATING ON THEM SO BAD AND LIKE GUH. Curse my cringe ass Parental issues. But anyway, Probably going to start writing the fic I mentioned now that this is gonna be posted. I have an outline for what I'm writing so it'll be nice! Still expect a few drawings here and there dw!!
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Ch. 6 - Dinner
When the two of you arrived at the restaurant, car pulled into the valet spot, Gojo swiftly and smoothly got out to grab your door just as he had when you departed from the hotel. He offered you his hand with a classic 'Gojo' smile plastered on his face.
As you swung your legs out of the vehicle, glaring directly through that damn blindfold, you opted to use the car's door as a stable surface rather than his hand. Feeling dejected, he quickly put his hand away, flattened his facial expression, and closed the door to quickly follow you into the restaurant.
You stepped inside and were immediately welcomed with the familiar soft glow of candlelight that cast shadows on the intricately designed wallpaper. The melodious notes of a grand piano echoed through the air.
"Hello," the maîtred' greeted politely with a cheeky smile as you as the two of you entered, "do you have a reservation?" It seemed like a frivolous question considering you had to have a reservation to get in.
"Hey, Yuki," Gojo greeted the host on a first name basis as he strolled up behind you. You ground your teeth and glared up at Gojo through the side of your eyes.
It was clear the host 'knew' Gojo with how quickly her expression changed and how her cheeks turned bright pink despite the dim lighting of the restaurant. "Satoru," she blushed, "of course, right this way." She nodded to the two of you and began to make her way through the restaurant.
The two of you followed her to one of the private terraces at the back of the restaurant, outside where the summer's night could be enjoyed. She kept her eyes trained on Gojo the whole time as she seated you, even as she slowly closed the door to the small, enclosed patio. Her smile was unmistakable, just as with nearly every woman he encountered, she was completely smitten.
The patio itself had just enough room for the glass table and metal chairs. The few private patios were separated by black, wooden outdoor dividers. A few flowered bushes were placed in the corners to create a comfier environment. The metal chairs also came with plush cushions so the two of you wouldn't be sitting on something cold and hard. The only light came from the lit centerpiece and the already dim restaurant lights coming from the window on the door to inside.
"So," Gojo started as you began to browse the small menu, the font as tiny as could be despite the sizable paper it was typed on. You both sat across from one another, a sense of tension in the air. "You and Seiko-"
"Do you have the papers?" You suddenly asked in order to cut him off, your eyes quickly flickering up to meet his blindfold. "Please don't tell me you 'forgot' them."
He smirked and leaned back in his seat before reaching into his jacket to grab them from the inner pocket. "Now, sweetheart, what would make you think I'd forget them?" He placed them on the table in front of you and gave them a little pat. His face held a seductive grin.
You snatched and unfolded them. They were just a bit wrinkled and still no signature. Before you could request he sign them again, the waiter quietly entered the room and began pouring ice water into the small glasses in front of you, momentarily breaking the tension.
"Can I get the two of you anything to drink?" The waiter asked as he finished pouring, politely looking between you. "For reds, the night's special is a dry Malbec. White is a sweet Malvasia. And we, of course, have our usual variety of hard liquors."
"Just water," you answered quickly, already knowing Gojo would decline to drink as he always did. Out of respect, you didn't want to order anything alcoholic.
"We'll take the Malvasia, the bottle, please," Gojo answered at the same time as you, voice a little louder. You snapped your head toward him at attention. The waiter nodded and quickly slid out of the area and back into the restaurant. "What?" Gojo shrugged, clearly proud of himself. "We're going to need it with all that we need to unpack tonight."
"What's there to unpack?" You shook your head with confusion and a bit of irritation. The divorce was already finalized once. This time, all you needed was a signature.
"Let's have a drink first," Gojo reassured you, putting a hand out as a motion to calm. "Then we can talk all we want."
The waiter had made his way back, showing the two of you the label of the bottle before uncorking and pouring it into your empty wine glasses. The two of you sat in awkward silence as he placed the bottle at the center of the table. Gojo was the first to grab his glass, taking a confident sip as you looked on with a bit of a shocked expression.
"Drink up," Gojo nodded with a crooked grin, motioning with his glass. He hid the grotesque expression he wanted to make from the taste of the bitter liquid, despite it being a sweet white wine.
In the same moment, he comfortably let his blindfold down, revealing his icy, blue eyes. A shiver had run down your spine and your pulse quickened with his intense stare. You hadn't realized just how he was looking at you from behind its fabric, he was piercing you with that gaze.
You narrowed your eyes at him, but picked up your glass anyway and took that first sip. Right away your taste buds were flooded with the intense taste of fruity alcohol. You could taste the flavor of white grapes with hints of pear and citrus. It reminded you of a warm summer's night. It's scent burned your nostrils as you finished your prolonged sip, visions of fireworks danced through your imagination taking you back to a certain moment in time as you watched your white-haired dinner partner.
You began to place your glass back down, realizing that his choice of drink was somehow deliberate, but before you could Gojo's fingertips had stopped you. He gently applied pressure to tip the glass back toward your lips as you continued sipping, the warmth of the alcohol incredibly welcoming. His grin taunted you as you began to feel the subtle effects setting in, your tolerance for alcohol very light. He had joined you, still sipping down the wine while reaching across the table to you, his stare almost paralyzing you. What's the harm in loosening up a bit? It's Tokyo anyways.
"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" Gojo licked his lips as he put his finished glass down and went to pour himself another, no water in between.
"Gojo," you shook your head as you placed your nearly finished glass down.
Gojo began to fill it for you. At that point you could feel it starting to mess with your vision, your temperature already rising. You hadn't had much to drink that day, your dehydration making it hit you a bit harder quickly.
"What?" He asked you in a higher pitched voice before sipping on his second glass. He nodded toward you as a signal and you found yourself listening. "I simply want to remember with you, remember us and what we had together."
"We didn't have anything," you rolled your eyes with a smile, taking a break from your sip. At that point, the waiter had arrived again and briefly took your orders before slinking away. "We were...friends, forced into something our parents wanted us to do," you continued once you were alone again.
"Was it really that forceful for you?" He asked genuinely, a hint of innocence in his voice. His smile had only momentarily faded before growing again. "I care for you, Y/N. Forgive me if I want to reminisce a little, there's very little in my past that's positive. Having you in it was one of the highlights," he chuckled and pressed the glass to his lips again, beginning his third glass and this time swallowing a bit slower.
You found yourself blushing. You blamed the alcohol. "Fine," you mumbled into your glass, your voice muffled as the tart liquid hit your tongue.
The evening was meant to be about signing the divorce papers, a final chapter in a relationship that had long since run its course. However, the somehow nostalgic atmosphere, coupled with the subtle allure of fine wine, led the two of you down a different path. Time slowly progressed, and as the conversation flowed, you both found yourselves getting a little too tipsy a little too quickly. The wine had a way of rekindling old memories and making even the most painful moments seem bittersweet.
Between sharing those bittersweet memories, Satoru shared stories of the chaotic missions he'd been on, leaving you in near stitches, and he laughed heartily at your anecdotes from your time apart. The awkwardness that had initially hung in the air between you had transformed into a sense of camaraderie. With every glass emptied and refilled, the food doing little to sober you up, your inhibitions softly slipped further and further away. You reminisced about the silly arguments you used to have, your quirks that used to drive each other crazy, and the small gestures of attempted affection that you admitted once meant so much.
As the night reached its peak, you found yourself completely intoxicated and smiling obnoxiously at your dinner partner. He, too, didn't hesitate to return the favor as the two of you sat in silence. Just the soft piano music could be heard through a small speaker attached to the wall near the door to inside. Satoru's expression shifted, somehow even more playful than it once was.
He came to a stand next to you and offered his hand. His playful smile shifted to one of sweetness and warm invitation. You stared up at him, visibly enamored by his height.
"Care for a dance?" He offered with a sly grin as you stared. Without a verbal answer, you gently took his hand while keeping your eyes trained on him.
It was an offer drunk-you couldn't resist despite the small patio with little room for movement. His hand enclosed around yours while his other found your waist and hugged you tightly to his body, his abdominal muscles feeling very present against you despite the white button-up and black jacket. Your opposite hand found his neck, gently resting your fingers at the base of his undercut and over top of the blindfold he had pulled down around his neck earlier. As the two of you swayed delicately to the music the area around you seemed to fade away, and, for a moment, it felt as if nothing had changed between you.
After some time, you found your closeness becoming closer. Your clasped hands had released, yours finding the opposite side of his neck and his the other side of your waist. You could feel the pressure of his fingertips against your pelvis, bringing you closer to him. Heat rose to your face, more than it already had that night, as your breasts pressed against his chest. Even in marriage, you had never found yourselves this close besides that one, single night.
"This isn't where I expected the night to go," you murmured and looked away as soon as you realized how close Gojo's face had gotten. You could feel his breath over your face, coated in alcohol.
The two of you had ceased your movement at that point as Gojo slyly held your chin between his index and thumb, bringing your attention back to his low lids, a reminiscent sensation from that single night. He was grinning from ear to ear, his cheeks as red as could be from the wine.
"Seiko seems good for you," he whispered, leaning down toward you and brushing the shell of your ear with his lips. He peppered it repeatedly with feathery kisses, each one sending shivers down your spine.
"Satoru," you muttered with your brows furrowed, fists clenched against his chest, quickly realizing how far Seiko had gone from your mind.
Satoru lowly chuckled as he squeezed you even closer, his head beginning to tilt downward toward your neck. You swore you could feel something hard against your thigh as he lessened the already barely-existent gap between you.
Without another peep out of you, he pressed his warm lips against the soft skin of your neck, his kisses becoming more urgent and demanding. You could feel your pulse from your carotid thumping against his kiss. You found yourself melting completely at his touch, a delicate sigh escaping your lips as your eyes began to close. As you felt his tongue press and begin to suck against your neck, your knees began to buckle. He prevented your fall by holding you even tighter and allowing you to fall into him. You gripped the collar of his jacket for dear life as you felt the hickey forming above your clavicle, a mark of his fiery desire.
He met your eyes as he pulled away, his gaze filled with desire and longing. You were in a complete trance, hypnotized by his allure. In an instant, you were teleported away. Now finding yourself inside of his flat, on the other side of the door this time. The living area was dimly lit, the glow of the city illuminating portions of the room from the floor to ceiling windows. He had released you, letting you stand on your own despite the dizziness.
"This is a bad idea, isn't it?" He asked you, his voice nearly a whisper, his eyes burning with intensity.
Your jaw was slightly agape as you dreamily looked up at him. He was so right...for once. You so badly wanted to agree right then and there, things had already gone so far, too far. But you found yourself closing your mouth with a certain confidence, your mind going to mush from the alcohol.
"Fuck it," you replied in a single exhale before clashing your lips to his. On the receiving end, Satoru's eyes went wide as he captured you in his arms once again, his hands beginning to relentlessly explore your body with a burning desire.
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Perfect Love Devlog #28
For some reason, I feel like I didn't actually do this much this week, but I did have to set up all of the layered images, so I should probably give myself a bit of slack. I'm realizing that most of these dev logs will pretty much be the same of just drawing sprite stuff, showing part of the extra story, maybe show something else on the third week. Is that kind of boring? I have no idea. Maybe I could spice it up by doing some music and sfx for some parts, I'm not sure yet, haha.
Anyways, I realized I was going to do some smaller differences with each of the extra stories, with Emil having little emotes like sparkles (and one other thing) and Iya and Desmond having more split up sentences so I can add more changes in sprites (as if I don't do that enough lol). Like with Emil's story, I had to transpose some of the pieces of other sprites onto Iya's sprite because I was too lazy tm to redraw them and transport them into the game. I also did some very basic sprite editing with Iya's sprite, changing the line width of her sprite as well as added the line I forgot to add into Desmond's sprite as well. I'm realizing Desmond's old sprites are still being limited so I might have to draw some more expressions for him as well. I also need to give Iya her own nametag design as well.
As you can see above, the text is kind of... glitching? A bit when clicking through, which is weird because previous devlogs I recorded doesn't do that and I have no idea what's causing that. I think I might try replacing the font around now because it has been causing problems in the past and glitching out, and I've been kind of putting it off.
I drew some small things for Emil's route but I haven't put it in yet, so I'll do that after posting this devlog. I think I might need to change one of the sprites/wordings for it to work.
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I'm very curious what do you think about these for Meronia:
1. How did they meet and what were their first impressions of each other?
28. What's a conversation they'd get overly invested in that nobody else would care about?
30. What's something one thinks the other should improve upon?
Hiii thank you for the questions!!!! :3
1- How did they meet and what were their first impressions of each other? In my mind Mello was already at Wammy's House when Near got there around age like… 7-8? Idk if the Wammy's staff would have formally introduced new children to their peers or just been like, "yo dropping this kid into their new enclosure, whatever bye", but either way:
Mello's first impression of Near was basically "huh, weird kid! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯" and then forgot all about him... until Near started outdoing him in every single subject ever except sports.
Near's first impression of Mello I could see go two ways: "who is this insanely charismatic sun-haired angel, I am having my first ever crush" OR "who is this loud agitated bastard, can't he be quiet and still, I'm sad about my family and trying to think". Either works for me dhgdsf.
28- What's a conversation they'd get overly invested in that nobody else would care about?
In the post-canon "Mello lives and they work together as L" AU that my brain seems bent on conjuring today: one time during a particularly slow/unbusy few weeks, they get really into figuring out the perfect font, kerning, line spacing, etc for optimised legibility of work documents. It gets to the point they're like, essentially collaborating on this, but ALSO having heated disagreements, printing out a bunch of test sheets for comparison, etc, culminating in one time when they take it to their staff... who are all like "uhhhh, who cares as long as we can read the stuff, what are you two getting so worked up about ?_?" and they are both so mad that nobody else cares. (They are just not getting enough enrichment in their enclosure, doctor idleness will KILL the patients they need fresh interesting thinking material to live)
In actual canon, I think that's more likely to happen at Wammy's House, due to the degree of focus the Kira case required from both of them + the fact they didn't really have any kind of regular contact after Mello left the orphanage. Probably some obscure area of science both of them happened to get really into at the same time, and couldn't find anybody else on their level to discuss with (I am unfortunately not enough of a science/maths person to have any idea what the exact topic could be lol)
30- What's something one thinks the other should improve upon? This one is really hard for me because in my mind they accept each other fully as they are and would not change anything about the other, even if/when it pisses them off <3 but trying to actually answer the question,
Mello prooobably thinks Near's emotional regulation skills could use some improvement? This is brought to you by a post I saw recently (unfortunately cannot find the post nor remember who made it) about how Mello is used to living life at an emotional intensity level of 85, so he's good at handling his emotions in general despite the occasional impulsive behaviour; whereas Near very infrequently going from his average of 0.3 emotional intensity to 60 is Much Harder for Near to cope with. And I think in the context of a romantic relationship between them, that skill imbalance could cause some friction / Mello definitely would want Near to get Better at it dfsfd
The other way around... welp. I have been rotating this in my mind for a literal ten minutes and cannot envision a single thing that Near would seriously believe (as opposed to off-handedly think and forget about 10 seconds later) Mello should do better. He thinks Mello is great exactly the way he is. Because who is Near if not the original Mello stan and apologist <3
[character relationship headcanons ask game]
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