#I’m so hype about how many au designs I’ve got done now

[monsterboyblood]

All my RM redesigns so far yay

Some design notes under the cut

Gemini: Pretty basic, changed his palette slightly to make him a bit more icy/crystal looking, semi inspired by his stage, included some references to the star sign symbol.

Nitro: Went off some of his concept art and added some details based off a motorbike racer suit.

Burner: Again, similar, a lot of my designs for this au are to make the characters easier for me to draw whilst staying identifiable, the little metre on his chest is based on an Australian bush fire warning sign.

Centaur: One of the most heavily altered, I based his palette off oxidised Ancient Greek armour and changed his shape a bit to reflect that aesthetic more.

Star: Gave him some shooting star details, not much else except for making his chest armour a little bit smaller.

Pharaoh: Gave him some malachite details.

Shadow: His armour looks the most like clothing out of all the robot masters due to the way Wily’s alterations worked, he only has four fingers on each hand and is the only robot master with visible skin that isn’t a natural colour (not counting characters like Nitro and Guts)

Toad: Probably the most different of all of the designs so far, I have her warm toned colours and bumps on her armour to make her more toad rather than frog like, the eyes on her helmet are actually floodlights.

Top: His pose and proportions are based on a ballet dancer, the panels on his arms are boosters to make him spin faster, his eyes are a spiral instead of a complete oval.

Splash: Mostly just some little alterations to make her a bite more cohesive in my style, her tail ends with a small rudder to help her move faster in the water.

Chill: Honestly I just wanted to incorporate some of the cool stuff from his concept art so I started from there and worked my way out.

Clown: Went with more of a jester vibe for him because it was hard to find proper clown references, tried to go with a cuter sort of look to take away from some of the creepiness he’s associated with.

And finally, Magnet, who had to have his own background because the grey I used for everyone else didn’t work for him and I’m too tired to go back and change it:

I swapped his red for white to give a bit more balance to his red and blue accents, and tried to give him a very professional, put together look with the magnet on his neck mimicking a collar and sort of making him look like he’s wearing a doctor coat or a button up.

Oki that’s most of the stuff I wanted to mention I’m sure I forgot some but ah well thank you for reading my rambling

[slytherinbangchan]

Tattoo artist!Changbin~au

Requested~

 -Tattoo artist!Hyunjin

-Tattoo artist!Bangchan

Tattoo Artist!Jisung

 -Tattoo Artist Minho

-Tattoo artist!Felix

-Tattoo artist!Woojin

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-So you work at a coffee shop.

-Changbin is one of the three guys that always come at 5pm.

-The others are Chris and Hyunjin.

-You know their names basically cause half of your coworkers and lots of your clients are crazy about them.

-They must be on a band or something.

-At least that's the kind of vibe you get from them.

-They all have tattoos, that's kinda hot cause you absolutely L-O-V-E tattoos, so yeah.

-If you think about them that way, then you get why they have so many fans on that coffee shop.

-Anyways. One of your coworkers just squealed, so that must be them.

-They always order the same, except for Chris. He doesn't seem to enjoy coffee or sugary drinks.

-It's funny cause Changbin obviously likes you.

-He always waits till you're free and then he orders.

-Today you can see his friends pushing him so he would ask you something else besides his order.

-He does, he acts confident while asking you about his looks.

-But he blushes the moment you look at him from head to toe.

-'Well, not bad' You say, chuckling. 'But you're holding the line, sweetie'.

-His friends laughing at the back.

-They pat his shoulders as he comes back to them.

-Sometimes they would sit there.

-But most days they leave as soon as they have their order.

-Like today, they just leave and a lot of other clients leave after them.

-Next day you're heading to your job but you leave an hour earlier cause you want to check a tattoo shop near your workplace.

-You look everywhere around when you go in.

-All the different drawings and styles.

-You don't even notice who's there right in front of you.

-'Hey, hi!' That's Chris.

-'Oh, hello. Chris, right?'

-'Yeah, how did you know my name?'

-'I think I've written it in a cup like 5 times this week' You chuckle.

-'Right' He laughs. 'Anyway, how can I help you?'

-You slightly explain to him your ideas and he walks you to Changbin's workspace.

-He's currently working on another person's tattoo right now.

-'Ten minutes and I'm done'

-So you just wait taking a look at his designs.

-At first you thought Chris sent you to Changbin just to mess around.

-But his style actually fits the ideas you explained to Chris.

-The ten minutes pass and Changbin is all free.

-'I've got 20 minutes. It's that okay?'

-'Sure'

-He's massaging his arms and hands as you speak. Must have been working on that other tattoo for a while. It looked kinda complicated.

-You explain your ideas again, and he listens carefully.

-He looks so different form the guy you're used to see at your workplace.

-You two talk for a while about the design and then his next client arrives.

-You have to head to your own job anyway.

-So he gives you an appointment.

-You look dissapointed tho.

-So he asks you what's wrong and you tell him how bad you wanted that tattoo and how the appointment was still so far away.

-He chuckles and gives you his number. 'Text me later and let's see what we can do about it'.

-So you head to the coffee shop.

-Your heart beating faster.

-You're practically running and you didn't even realize.

-What's wrong with you?

-He looked so different at the tattoo shop.

-So focussed.

-He was so passionate about the ideas for your beloved tattoo.

-That single thought makes you weak.

-How dares he looking that good as he was working on that other tattoo.

-Anyway. It must be just the excitement about new ink on your skin.

-The hours pass at work and soon enough it's 5pm.

-You're just back from your 20min break when the guys come through the door.

-Your heart racing.

-The hell is wrong with you today?

-That guy should be the one having his heart racing because of you.

-You look around.

-But Changbin is not there.

-You feel kinda sad.

-Hyunjin jokes around after he places his order.

-'Poor Changbin, he can't have his coffee today'. He says.

-'Yeah, some mean client wanted to skip our work schedule'.

-What are they talking about?

-'We're just kidding y/n. It's not your fault'. Chris says.

-'I honestly don't know what you're talking about'.

-They laugh. 'It's nothing. Changbin stayed at the shop working on your design'. Hyunjin says.

-Your heart skipping yet another beat.

-'Just call him later okay?' Chris says as he grabs his order.

-Again, you're running home instead of walking without even realizing.

-This time you're so hyped about your tattoo design.

-You text him as soon as you're home.

-He text you back the design.

-And it's so perfect.

-He also tells you that he can tattoo you earlier but it has to be on his free time cause he still has no free spot at work for a month.

-You feel kinda bad for making him work on his free time.

-But he tells you it's totally fine like a million times.

-So you end up accepting.

-He texts you his adress and you meet him next day.

-He looks so good wearing all black.

-You follow him to his room. 'Sorry, I don't have a tattoo chair here so...' He points at his bed.

-'Oh, ok'. You say, then you sit.

-'Just make yourself comfortable'.

-You're blushing for some reason as he prepares your skin for the print.

-'S-so, how long have you been tattooing?' You ask.

-’Not that long, a couple years’.

-Just two years? But he's so good at it.

-You look kinda tense so he starts some convo.

-He asks about your other tattoos.

-Also wants to know more about the one he's making.

-But then the conversation goes to other places.

-And you end up talking about all those years you were part on a musical back on your hometown.

-And he tells you about his friends calling him 'baby Changbin'

-Which you find utterly cute.

-But after a while you just stop talking.

-And boy does he look cute.

-All focussed on making every stroke perfect for you.

-But after a couple more hours those needles on your skin are starting to make you feel dizzy.

-And he notices how hard you're trying not to move or complain.

-'Are you okay? We can stop for a while.' -He asks.

-'I'm okay, just a little dizzy'

-He hands you a bowl with chocolates. 'These will help'

-'Thanks'.

-'Rib tattoos hurt like hell. But you already know that, right?' -He slightly passes one of his fingers over your old tattoos.

-Oh god, now there's butterflies on your stomach too?

-You grab his hand so he'd stop. 'yeah, I'm okay, really. I just can't control my body getting dizzy. But I can actually stand the pain'.

-He laughs. 'Tough girl, huh?'

-You blush. 'W-what?

-It's okay, it's kinda cute you're worried I may think you're not as tough as you look.

-'I'm not?' you laugh. 'Hey, you're the one stalking me at work. I don't think I have to impress anybody here'.

-'Ouch' He chuckles. 'Am I that obvious?'

-'Nah'. You laugh too. 'Your friends tho...'

-He laughs again. 'Yeah, well... But you know, since cards are already on the table...'

-That's when he actually asks you out on a date.

-You pretend you're thinking about it.

-But obvs you say yes.

-A couple days later he comes pick you up after work.

-Your coworkers can't believe what they're seeing.

-You go for a walk and it's so funny cause his aura looks so dark.

-People don't even look at you two cause he's so intimidating.

-And you're loving that cause you actually hate people looking at you.

-The moment you grab his hand he squeals and you laugh to yourself.

-He's indeed 'baby Changbin' to you.

-But for the rest of the world he's that tattoo artist with the cool dark aura.

-After some dates he asks you out for realsies.

-And honestly you spend most of your time together making out on the couch.

-Or eating junk food while watching something on tv.

-Just cuddling.

-Sometimes you go out for a walk or to do something outside.

-But you both always end up on his house, or yours.

-Mostly his.

-Cause for some reason you find it hot to have all the tattoo equipment around.

-Lately more than ever you can't keep your hands off eachother.

-Like maybe you're doing the dishes together but you end up on the kitchen floor 'doing eachother' instead.

-Or you are at the movies and your hand wanders to his crotch.

-So you can't finish the movie cause he would drag you out and fuck you inside one of the bathroom stalls.

-You've been banned from a couple places.

-One of them being Chris's house.

-But you just can't help it.

-You like him so much.

-He would die for you too tbh.

-Sometimes you can't see him more than twice a week.

-And you get so sad.

-You miss him so much.

-And half of your clothes smell like him cause all the time you spend cuddling.

-So you miss him even more.

-He was the first having a crush on you.

-But now you can't live without him.

That’s it!! I’m thinking of making a tattoo artist!series with Bangchan and Hyunjin since they are part of this au already. Hope you enjoyed this one~

[jawnjendes]

the fog will clear up | shawn mendes

chapter 13/?, university au, shawn x goth oc

AN: sry its short and definitely a filler im sry its boring but it helps build up stuff thatll happen next ok ok im sry

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Annalise woke with a start. She was wide awake immediately. There was no room for sleepily rolling around the sheets, her eyes weren't heavy like always. She didn't know what dying and coming back to life felt like, but she was pretty sure it felt something like that. She had a weird urge to go for a jog.

Staring at the ceiling, Annalise reached towards the nightstand next to her, intending to grab her phone. Her hand touched the bottle, and she picked it up anyway, reading the prescription label.

Annalise Flores SERTRALINE 50MG TABLET Brand name: Zoloft

"You don't waste anytime, huh?" she murmured before setting it back down. Then, she grabbed her phone and checked the time.

8:47am. A new fucking record. Annalise rolled out of bed, unable to stay still.

In the 2 hours she had to kill before work, she tidied up the dorm, ate a decent breakfast, took a shower, and got started on the course work she had to make up. The energy levels were through the roof, she had never been so on edge and productive at the same time. Why wasn't she put on sertraline sooner? Sure, she felt hyperaware and borderline anxious, but that was apart of the process of getting on a new antidepressant. She was getting things done this way. Sure, she jumped when the lock on the door jiggled, but she was up and running anyway!

If she wasn't, she wouldn't have seen Stella entering the dorm. She was surprised to see Annalise on the couch, looking like a deer in headlights.

"Oh… I thought you were asleep. I'll, uh, I'll come back."

"No, wait!" Annalise sounded a little too frantic, but it did stop Stella from leaving. "Uh, come sit down! Please!"

Stella narrowed her eyes slightly as she went to the couch. At least she was willing to listen.

"I, uh, I'm sorry," Annalise began, rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm sorry for what I said. A stupid guy isn't the only good in my life. I have you. You matter to me, and I'm sorry for making you feel like you don't." She really couldn't stop herself from rambling. "I miss you. I miss seeing you here between classes, and I miss your optimism because a bitch could use some of that. And, and I'm sorry for the negativity I've brought in here. I'm working on it now, I swear. Just… come back. Come home… because bro, you're my wife, dude."

It could have been funny, but there was nothing funny about the way she said it. Her eyes were wide and pleading, and she was rubbing her hands together. Stella merely blinked her hazel eyes, nearly overwhelmed by that string of words.

"Look at you, expressing your emotions," she said after a while. "I can see why you hold it back."

Annalise nodded rapidly. "It's my first day on a new medication. Got me all sorts of hyped up, but I'll mellow out in a couple of weeks. And I'm taking therapy seriously again!"

Stella was surprised. "Oh, I see. Well… I've missed you too. Bro…"

"Bro?"

"I'll come home too. Camila's bed is too small for the two of us."

"Bro…"

"I know. I have to update you on all that."

"Br-"

"Okay!" Stella broke out a smile and stood up. "Dame un abrazo, puta."

That was much easier than Annalise had anticipated. She stood up and hugged her best friend, relieved. Stella wasn't one to hold a grudge, nor was she as stubborn as her roommate. It was another person to cross off the list.

~

Shawn had social media mainly to get his music out there. Yes, he interacted with his friends on Snapchat, and some fans on Twitter. Most of the time, Shawn just tweeted when he had new music coming out. He didn't check any of his social media very often, not even to stalk Ann's accounts because she was rarely on her's. He didn't even have his notifications on, purely to keep himself from the possibility of getting too attached to the opinions of random strangers online.

That was why he woke up that morning to a number of texts from Camila.

"SHAAWWNWNN"

"SHAWN IM LKTERSLLY BALD RN"

"CHEKC UR TWITTER RIGHT NOW!!!!!!"

"YOIR FOLLOWERS!!! AAHSKSKSK"

"SKSKSK SHAWNMM IM SCRAMING"

So to Twitter he went. Shawn rubbed sleep out of his eye as he went to his profile. He had around 10k to begin with, that he built up on his own over the last couple of years. He nearly dropped his phone on his face as he read the new number.

50.2k

"What… the fuck?" he breathed out as he sat up in his bed. He scrolled through the list, making sure this wasn't a series of spam bots.

His mentions were just as wild, and it explained the sudden blow up.

@hollaestor: @shawnmendes hiii bella told me to follow you

@samxriv: @shawnmendes i am free to hang out on tuesday to hang out when i am free

@gisellenjh: @shawnmendes bella sent me here and im glad she did! loving your music!

And there were plenty more like that. There were so many tweets, Shawn couldn't even get through all of them. It was making his head spin. There was only one Bella he knew about too… He just couldn't spell her last name. Thankfully, her handle was just @bellasanti, and it was the first one to pop up when he typed it in the search bar.

Right under Bella Santiago's name and the blue checkmark were the two little words: Follows you. Shawn refreshed the page ten times before it sank in. This YouTuber, who has over 2 million followers, somehow found Shawn's music… and she liked it. She liked it enough to tweet about it… 3 days ago.

@bellasanti: underrated spotify artists: @shawnmendes. give him a listen. send him some love. truly talented guy💖

Shawn had only overheard Bella's videos when Ann was watching them in the other room. He never really watched any of her content. But he wanted to pass out at the fact that she took the time to listen to his music and tweet about him. He wanted to jump on the bed. He wanted to call-

He texted Camila back. "Wtf why did no one tell me sooner?? This is so crazy!!!!!"

"We thought you knew and you were keeping it from us!! LMAO congrats rockstar!"

He couldn't believe it. His follower count was rising. He was getting emails from Spotify saying his songs were being added to many different playlists.

@shawnmendes: @bellasanti wow thank you so much! Love you bella❤

He deleted the last bit before tweeting it. Holy shit. Shawn lied back down on the mattress, completely breathless.

How does someone like Bella Santiago find Shawn out in cyberspace? What Spotify rabbit hole did she go down that led her to him? How many of his songs did she listen to? How many songs did she save to her library? How many of those playlist emails were from her? Shawn had so many questions.

~

There were two things Annalise noticed when she was out on the courtyard after Biology. The first thing was a table on the side of the walkway, with a handmade banner hanging off the front. It read in big letters: Shawn Mendes: Live at The Cameron House. Brian, Alessia. and Camila were all sat on the same side at this table, talking to a student who was interested in the little display.

"The lounge called back," Annalise muttered to herself.

The other thing Annalise noticed was Patrick sitting under a tree nearby, reading a book. She went to him first.

The last time she had spoken to Patrick was when they cut up flowers together. He was never one to explicitly state when something has upset him, and he has seen Annalise in a depressive episode before. Annalise knew him well. Patrick kept his distance because he didn't like the negativity around her, and he couldn't afford any more of it himself.

"Hey," she greeted.

His blue eyes tore away from his book to meet her gaze. "'Sup?"

"Trying to be less fucked in the head," she told him.

Patrick nodded in approval. "Cool."

That was all that was needed for the two of them. Content, Annalise turned and went for the table. A small line had formed when she wasn't looking, so she waited behind the last person. However, with three people running the thing, Annalise got to the front fairly quick.

"Oh, she actually showed up," Brian chimed, amused.

"Meaning?" Annalise asked.

"Thought you were too pissed at Shawn to care about his show, that's all."

She swallowed the pit of annoyance, discovering that even more people knew about that. Brian is his friend, though, of course he'd know.

"Selling tickets or something?" Annalise turned her attention to the two girls.

"Yeah! Ten dollars a piece!" Alessia explained.

"Cool, I'll take one."

Just as she opened the flap on her book bag, Camila spoke up.

"Wait. I'm pretty sure Shawn said he wanted to buy you your ticket himself."

Annalise rolled her eyes. "Well, he's not here and I can do things for myself." She pulled out her wallet and paid her own goddamn ticket.

Camila breathed out a laugh. "Are you ever gonna let him do anything nice for you?"

None of your fucking business.

A new thought occurred to Annalise. "Why are tickets being sold for this show? Aren't his gigs usually free?"

"There's more production going into this one," Brian told her. "The lounge gave him the option to make it a ticketed event, and we need to make back what we already put into it. So now, it won't be a performance, it'll be Shawn's performance."

Shawn already knew how to make an audience his bitch, but…

"Alright then." Annalise shrugged and then accepted her ticket and receipt from Alessia.

The ticket alone was already quite extravagant. There were little red roses designed around the edges. This boy really loved his fucking flowers.

"I'm guessing rose petals will fall from the ceiling or something?" she guessed with a chuckle.

"I was given strict orders to not spoil anything," Brian told her, folding his arms.

The two had a mini staredown until Annalise shrugged again. "Whatever."

Then, Camila piped up again, suddenly excited. "Ooh, Ann did you hear? Bella Santiago followed Shawn on Twitter!"

"She what?" Annalise stupidly replied.

Camila practically squealed. "She gave him a shoutout too! He's blowing up on Spotify! Isn't that awesome?"

Annalise wanted to say something, but her brain wasn't quite caught up yet. So she just walked away.

The other three students watched her leave. Needless to say, they were confused.

"Is she ever gonna be happy for him?" Alessia wondered.

"I think she was excited?" Camila said tilting her head.

"I can't believe Shawn is going through all this trouble for that," Brian said with a scoff.

"I can still hear you!" Annalise called over her shoulder as she kept walking.

All three of them went red in the face, embarrassed. Brian would have made a comment about her being a vampire with supersonic hearing, but he didn't want to be called out again.

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[tomyo]

So I have life things right now but what if instead I just list off some shit I’ve done falling in love with Soul Eater 10 years ago.

Soul Eater was probable the first series I watched as the series was still airing. Not a huge deal nowadays but in 2008, all we had were some sketchy sites that would play four anime series in 360p. I think turnaround would still only be a week or two but it was so much more harder. I found the series when my site uploaded it as a Naruto episode by mistake.

Later on as I was reading the manga as it came out, I would go on just as horrible malware sites to look at the raws. 

Honestly, I stopped watching the anime around episode 30 initially because I preferred the manga.

I have some drawings somewhere planning to cosplay Maka in 2009 but I wasn’t that into it yet. 

Changed at the end of my sophmore year of school when I fucking crashlanded in crazy fan land.

Summer of 2010, I went on fanfiction.net from my dsi and read as many stories as I could until I fell asleep. My set up would either be propped up on my bed or floor with my bedding (it was hot and no fan and floor cool). I would sneak down stairs to grab an icecream cone. And then in the morning I would wake up to a dead DSi because I fell asleep when my body gave out.

Also since it was 2010 and smartphones were hardly a thing yet. I would print out novelas worth of fan fiction to read when my dad would drag me to see family who lived without internet and maybe one socket that had one three pronged socket. Rip environment.

Remember this really long drabbles collection. Sometimes it was 100 words, sometimes its a 10k Vampire AU that was so, so very tasty.

Maka Shop was a mispelling often made and I made my own AU based on that. I’m too much of a coward to share any fanfics I’ve ever made tho.

Was there for the blip that was ‘I’m writing this based on my criminology class’ hell fanfic. If you know it, you know it. If not. Good.

I was hype to buy a Soul plush from my local con that year and took embarrassing af photos with it because he was my first anime crush.

I also snuck into the one 18+ section of the one doujinshi booth at said con because there was only one book in the non

Niwatori and Kiss were legends, I own all of Niwatori’s SE doujinshi but now I’m onto finishing the Kiss ones I’m comfortable with own. Had managed to find Niwa’s old sites before she became pro.

Nowadays I keep up on Pixiv to see what still active SE doujin artists are up to and am desperately trying to collect their work.

Also holy shit, I nearly spent $90 on ebay at one point to get the official artbook but thankfully held out and got it for $15 a few years later.

Back into the timeline

Made OCs for an OCT and it was basically Soul and Maka

Followed a bunch of notable fans on DeviantART. Zraid was a big one. Was in love with Keiko-chan’s art. Also followed Dragula as they were releasing chrona centric doujinshi. 

I drew the characters a lot but didn’t post as much since I didn’t like how I drew them. There are tons of Maka and Soul scribbles from my notebooks though. I really expiremented because of how fluid Ohkubo was with his art.

Fighting dreamers pro did their soul eater group and made me determined to have my own. Lists exist somewhere of planning to go to NYCC when it was NYAF.

Started to get into Soul Eater cosplay. Determined to do Spartoi Maka. Bought a costume from Fanplusfriend for $180 on the outfit alone because no other listing existed. Still have my $1000+ limebarb quote when I nearly bought it through her (yikes)

I have still failed to this day to remake the outfit and scythe even though I try every katsucon. But I’ve done others tho.

Soul was the first case of me ever wanting to ‘crossplay’ (no longer accurate term)

Asked my mum for a white shirt from target that became the shirt I wanted to cosplay a splash page image of soul with. The white one with the red scarf

There was also the Soul Resonance Bad Romance parody skit when skits were big that was heavy inspiration.

Made a whole one up in my head to Don’t Stop by innerpartysystem. It had backdrop cutouts and lighting that I would never be able to do. Also like 20 person team beyond the cosplayers honestly.

Also wanted to do a high school centric amv to Arashi’s Troublemaker. 

Watched so many AMVS. Started to learn more about AMV culture because of it. Also Mentalprodigy is Soul Eater AMV god and I’m sad that she’s deleted some of them for good. ‘Insanity’ helped me get over a crush the next summer.

Tried making some of my own first CMVs. I put a lot of work into one of ‘If it really means a lot to you’ in which I tried making maka’s outburst from episode one match to the lyrics. Bad video quality but I’m still proud of it. Also did one to Be my escape and Lydia songs but most of them would never render properly because my computer was 2gbs on windows vista. Anyways here they are in case you were curious.

Lots of headcanons

Ponponpon came out and I immediately connected it to one off comment Maka makes about liking the PonPon dance even though she said it before Kyary’s debut.

Started estimating the main pairs ages based on info (Maka was 17 at the end of it fite me)

Designed a Kama Design and it turned out post end Maka was drawn with the same hairstyle so :OOOO

I hated wearing badge pins back then but I kept one of soul on my beret when they were popular.

Took up Piano for a semester at school. Sadly it was only a half year course but I spend a good amount of time trying to play Selenic Soul. Still remember a bit of how to play it. Also because of a Kiss image, I wanted and got a Melodica.

Started reading Bichi because I was DEADIATCATED

Fun fact: it has a proto version of like, every character. Maka is a maid.

Signed up on Nico Nico and Pixiv to start finding artists and video makers.

Recently found a whole bunch of old videos on Nico of Gangan CMs with a person dressed as Maka and its gooood.

When I joined in highschool , I had intent to start posting seasonal art and try to connect with japanese artists. Drew an unfinished NY art for the year of the rabbit with broken japanese.

I think I finished the Anime around this time??? We had just gotten Netflix. Hated the ending so much. ‘The manga is going to be so much better’

It was Book of Eibon Era so like, the best part before it all went down hill veeeery sloooowly

Genderbent chapters were fuuuuuuuun. Still about it

Soul Eater Not was announced and my body couldn’t take it. Loved it even though it was basically Kon in Soul Eater. It became harder to get even the raws because Yen Press was getting big and cracking down so I bought one of the books. 

Joined twitter to see if Ohkubo was okay during the Earthquake and Tsunami that hit Japan in 2011. This is a poor reason to worry about someone’s life but I was a dumb teen. 

After about a year and a half of non stop fixation, my interest went into a new direction because of Homestuck.

Fun Fact, I’ve seen huge crossover with the two. Every modern Soul Eater fan 200% was a Homestuck. ESPECIALLY IF YOU WERE INTO KAREZI.

Various Soul Maka supplement characters over the years: Ladybug and Chat Noir, Judy and Nick from Zootopia, Karkat and Terezi. Any strong female with a devoted male partner. 

Also some fave, I want Maka ships but I’ve watched soul eater enough already; Tonari no Kaibutsu and Kaiba. There is more but I forget :c

Fell down general obscure Soul Eater shit

Cosplay Meme because why the fuck not

Years of insisting groups never got me anywhere in college so I mostly solo and look it up on tumblr now and then

Manga ended so..yeah

Soul eater not comes and goes and everyone laughs. I still try to get peple invested in it because its the only time we get to see any Liz and Patty character development. Also lesbians >>

Get back in deep in 2017. Finally achieved buying doujinshi after a 7 year gap in availability. Have thus spent probably close to $500 on my collection and its sad. I spent so much money at Otaku Republic that they’ve sent me 3 freebie items since, a plush keychain, a pencil board, and a pass case that was actually useful and causes a bunch of intense moments of love for soul eater with my college peers.

Moved onto finding rare promo items in the mean time. Mouse? check. Speaker that looks like headphone illustration? check. Looking into an mp3 and rare instax as we speak. 

Did you know there was a calculator? Did you know there was a Lamp. And a fucking cd player.  

Debating learning how to drive a motorcycle and buying the same model as Soul’s. I hate harleys but man the aesthetic. God, one of my various information searching used to be on why soul could drive a motorcycle when most us law says you have to be 18. Why? who knows why. I was 17 and wanted the characters to be my age.

Started compiling Maka costumes. Episode 12 Maka? Check. Exams arc Maka? In progress. That one illustration for the chapter art? Check. Monster Hunter Promo art? Sure Why not. Black blood Maka, Halloween Maka, Halloween Fanart Maka, Christmas Maka, Shit why not deathbucks maka. 

Over the years many friends said they could be Soul for me and I’m sure none of them are prepared for if they actually do. The one case where it did happen...I was intense. It was bad.

After alot of internet digging, I finally found the site of Channel C who’s many people’s fav soul eater cosplayer. So many images that had been hidden away.

Realized when watching Mob Psycho 100 that I now recognize the Japanese VA. Sadly can’t say the same for Laura Bailey since I don’t watch a lot of anime anymore. 

Most importantly I had a feverish desire to make more soul eater art just before Ohkubo announce perfect edition.

[toppuuu]

The Q&A final!

Here’s the answer part of the Q&A! Thank you for participating and being so patient with me!

Most of the questions was sent to me in Tumblr. I love how creative you were with the questions! o(≧∇≦o) This page can also be found in Ao3 for now too!

So here we go!

What do you study, or are you already in working life?

I’m studying a degree for Finnish Sign Language and Interpretation, which also includes deaf and culture studies. I still have one and (hopefully) the last year to go until my graduation! Therefore, I haven’t done any professional work yet, but I have done some part-time work alongside my studies.

What inspired you to make the Reignited?

Music and songs have been the biggest source of inspiration in making this story. Almost every chapter in the Reignited has a song behind it; the songs either set me in the right mood or awaken a scene in my head, or just had great lyrics that fit the chapter well! For the series, the idea came while I was listening Malukah’s song ‘Reignite’, which is kind of a tribute to the Mass Effect video games. I loved how the song interpreted the determination to reignite to fight after heavy losses and disappointments in such an epic fashion. In the end I got so absorbed in writing that I forgot to think the series a name, so I ended up leaving it Reignited. Since I was deep in Haikyuu!! hype, it was no brainer to make the series a Haikyuu fanfiction. At first, I started to write a reader-inserted story in which the Reader falls in love with just one soldier, but then I couldn’t decide who. I had seven potential options. After struggling some time, I just thought ‘Heck, I’ll just write them all here.’, crossed my fingers, and hoped everything would work out!

Who is your favorite character (other than the Reader)? Are they also your favorite to write?

I must say my favorite character is Kuroo. I just love how his character has been designed in Haikyuu!!; he’s sly but grounded, yet such a dork at times. It’s easy to “get into” his mind set. That’s probably why he also pops up all the time; it’s so easy to write him into the story! Of course, I like the other characters (Bokuto and Iwaizumi close behind) too, but Kuroo is my number one, haha!

Are any of the characters in the series LGBTQ+?

For those who doesn’t know what ‘LGBTQ+’ means, it’s an initialism for Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender and Queer, plus all the others sexuality and gender identities in the community. I won’t go into these terms since Internet is full of information about them.

I have been neutral considering the character’s sexual orientation and identities, since there’s no indication of the topic in the original Haikyuu!! series. Of course, in fanfiction anyone can be anything. Only after this question I started to think all the possibilities and came up a few that could work in the story. Here’s some that I thought: Akaashi (pan), Bokuto (queer), Oikawa (bi), Nishinoya (bi), Asahi (gay), Takeda (gay), and Ukai (ace). It’s safe to suggest that everyone in the Elites would be allies, meaning they consider themselves friends to the LGBTQ+ community. Still, Iwaizumi would have pledged to be the straightest straight, especially what comes to Oikawa (their friendship is complicated enough)!

These are just my opinions which the question brought up! Since I haven’t stated any character’s sexuality in the story up to this time, I won’t state them later either. I’m really glad this was asked, though!

Who of the characters makes the Reader most flustered?

The Reader gets the most flustered (in a meaning of her being a confused blushing mess) in situations where love and affection is genuinely poured on her so straightforwardly that it takes her by surprise. Every Elite is capable of doing this, but Sugawara has honed this ability to perfection. He can do it anywhere at any time without making it look forced, and it’s impossible to run from it; it’s a direct hit every time.

But if the meaning was to ask who makes the Reader feel super agitated in a negative manner, the answer is Ushijima (I think the Lady makes her more like threatened than anxious). The Reader and Ushijima’s viewpoints clash all the time; there, where Ushijima is blunt and unyielding, the Reader leaves many things unsaid and is flexible. Of course, Ushijima doesn’t realize this, and the Reader isn’t going to break the news to him any time soon.

Will there be more romantic interactions between the Reader and the others after the individual chapters?

There’ll be light romantic interactions between the Reader and the others along the story. The chapters that focus on certain Elite x Reader relationship takes the spot light, of course, but the others won’t be forgotten! I try to keep those smaller interactions natural, so they won’t seem forced. I also want those interactions to support the characters’ personal traits; Akaashi won’t cling to the Reader like some koala, Iwaizumi won’t sing love songs to her, and so on (I wanted to write an example of Bokuto too, but then I realized that damn, nothing holds back that boi, haha).

Have you ever thought about how the Reader deal with her periods?

This one was super interesting question!

I once thought about writing about this subject in the first chapters, but it felt too forced back then and would most definitely made things super weird! I had thought describing how confused the men in the base were the day sanitary protection items appeared their store. This needed to change though, because every time the Reader bought the said items, the soldiers started to analyze her mood a bit too much. Later she just ordered all the needed items with the other medical supplies and picked them up from the clinic. The Elites figured out the Reader’s cycle quite fast. Some of them jokingly use the term ‘Redmoon’ to warn each other whenever they sense she is a bit snappier than usual. It’s also very effective way to piss the Reader off!

I realized that it’d be easy to write some funny side-story about this subject, haha! It’d definitely turn into a funny mess!

Are you going to make another reader-inserted Haikyuu!! story after the Reignited series?

I have though a short-story series which focuses on the Haikyuu!! world, but I haven’t planned anything yet! (´～ヾ) If you have ideas, I’ll gladly hear them; maybe I could get inspired from your ideas!

What are you planning to write in the future?

There are at least three different stories that I’ve been plotting while working with the Reignited series. One of them is based on Haikyuu!!; Kuroo Tetsurou x Tsukishima Kei (folklore/supernatural!AU). The two others would be reader-inserted stories from different fandoms:

Aizawa Shota x teacher/psychologist!Reader (Boku no Hero Academia/ My Hero Academia)

Nicolas Brown x deaf!Reader (GANGSTA)

These are works that I’ve planned some time already. I heard about GANGSTA only this spring, and oh boy, I’m hooked (thank you Skull for introducing me to this masterpiece ♡)! Maybe it’s my studies that got me so hooked on the series, but damn, I just can’t get over this hype, haha! Still, these are some works that feel super interesting stories to write. I don’t know how long it will take to get started with these as I still write the Reignited series, but I can’t wait to show them to you!

That’s the end of the questions! I hope I managed to answer you all well enough. If not, you can leave more questions in the ask box, and I’ll answer them later!

Lastly, I have a question for you guys:

What fact from this Q&A really stuck in your mind? (≡^∇^≡)

I really enjoyed arranging the Q&A! Maybe as the series proceed, if you want, I’ll arrange another Q&A for you! Next, I’ll retreat to have my break. Thank you for your nice comments and understanding this matter! I feel a bit bad for taking this break, but I know it’s the only way for me to regain my power. I’ll promise you that I’ll return reignited! (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

Can’t wait for you reactions, comments, and thoughts!

I’ll see you in July! Love you all!

- Toppuuu

[violettemcon]

Circle’s end :: Jearmin College AU

SUMMARY:  Armin’s a welfare kid with a sordid past. Jean’s a prep school graduate living in the cushy upper middle class. Scholarships and the simple Privilege of the Rich grant them entry into the renowned Trost State University, and by the begrudging grace of Eren Jaeger, these two end up as roommates.

Author: azxrae 

Rating: mature 

Pairings: Jean/Armin + other side ships 

Chapters:6/28

Warnings: read tags on ao3

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check out the first chapter below:

FRIDAY, JUNE 9TH: 3:19PM

Eren Jaeger peered at his best friend. Across from him, a rather distracted blonde was all but inhaling his steak burrito bowl. Delicate features wrought into what was presumed as bliss.

“How is it?” he asked with a grin.

“Mm—” Armin Arlert caught himself when he swallowed, a hand rising to cover his mouth while eyes widened in embarrassment.

“S’good.”

“Just good?” Eren chuckled tauntingly and dropped his own burrito into its basket.

The two had come to Chipotle straight after Eren and his mom picked Armin up from the train station. The blonde asked to eat there out of curiosity; they didn’t have Chipotle in Shiganshina, and he knew it was both Eren and Mikasa’s favorite place to eat. Armin wanted to experience the hype for himself.

That, and he was super hungry; he’d only had a bag of Doritos before the six-hour train ride into the city.  

“I’ve never brought anyone here who wasn’t in love,” Eren said matter-of-factly, “It’s like a rite of passage, ‘MIn. You come to Trost, you gotta eat Chipotle at least once.”

Armin fixed the brunet boy with a smile. “It’s yummy. Definitely some quality Mexican cuisine.”

Speaking with Eren face to face was certainly surreal but in the best way. It was nice not having to rely on a Skype call to get his attention for once. And those letters were always a hassle to keep exchanging. Of course, packed away in one of his moving boxes was a New Balance shoebox filled to the brim with each one he’d received from Eren, as well as Mikasa. Keeping the letters was mostly for sentimental value though; reading them over would’ve undoubtedly sent Armin right into depression.

He pushed his fork through his burrito bowl, trying to even-out the lettuce piled at the top.

“Hey, Eren?”

“Mm?”

Eren paused mid-chew. Beneath the table, the blonde poked Eren’s calf with the tip of his shoe.

“I really missed you… that’s all.”

The green-eyed boy’s gaze had softened. Clearly, he’d not expected Armin to get all emotional on him. But it was well-received – or at least it appeared that way by Eren’s smile growing and him poking right back under the table. 

“Aww, come on. You know I missed you too, ‘Min.” He reached across the table to give his hand a squeeze.

Armin was happy, but his bliss wasn’t what it could be, not when he had yet to reunite with the third of their trio. Mikasa was currently attending a dance camp another town over and wouldn’t be back until the end of the month. It was, to say the very least, unfortunate. Armin’s impatience to see her was becoming a nagging ache.

“I just wish Mikasa could be here…” The blonde puffed his cheeks out. “Feels incomplete without her, doesn’t it?”

Eren agreed with a nod. He tapped his phone’s screen and peeked down at the date. “But hey, only sixteen more days. And then ErenMikArmin will be back at it again.”

It was visibly difficult for Armin to keep his laughter in. Evidentially, Eren was still holding onto that ridiculous nickname he’d created for them in middle school. The blonde shook his head and rested his cheek on his palm, grinning.

“You’re the only one who calls us that for a reason, you dork.”

Eren’s lips turned into a grin of his own. He’d started to retort to Armin’s comment, but a call to his left promptly claimed his attention.

 “Yo! You on a date, Jaeger?”

Armin blinked at the unfamiliar voice. He looked over and up, meeting the questioning stare of a pair hazel-brown eyes – that belonged to a rather attractive boy if he should say so himself. This mystery boy had a smirk wiped over his lips, one that seemed to rouse irritation in Eren because he hopped from the stool the instant he noticed his presence.

The unnamed youth stood only an inch or two taller than Eren. He had dusty brown hair and a long face that one might compare to a horse if they were fishing for insults. But Armin thought he was handsome. Really handsome. He was clad in a pair of Adidas shorts and a muscle tee of the same brand. ‘Did he just come from working out?’ His limbs were thin, muscled and hung lean against his lanky build. Everything about his appearance was long.

“Fuck off, Jean. No.” Eren growled at the other male. “Did you forget my best friend was moving here in June? This is Armin.” He gestured to Armin with his hands.

This “Jean” character raised those perfectly-arched eyebrows – one of which had a barbell pierced into it – and tilted his head. “Oh yeah, Armin! That friend you and Mikasa talk about nonstop.”

There were faint hints of what was presumed as a French accent in Jean’s speech pattern, which was interesting.

Eren rolled his eyes. “He’s right here, dumbass.”  

Armin dabbed the corner of his lips with his napkin. He swung his stool around to face Jean and held out a small hand.

“Hello…. Jean, is it?” He smiled, hoping he wouldn’t notice just how shy he felt. “I’m Armin.”

The grin Jean wore broadened as he grasped Armin’s hand. Armin expected a callous feel but was instead greeted with soft, smooth skin. He noted the designer clothing he was wearing and suppressed a snort. ‘I bet he’s never worked a day in his life.’

“That’s me. Sorry, I was kinda rude, but it’s nice to finally meet you, Armin.”

Armin didn’t understand why he was suddenly so enamored by a complete stranger, but he was, and as he sipped his Cherry Coke, the boy felt his smile growing.

“You too.” He drummed his fingers on the side of his cup. “So, um, I’m amusing you’re French?”

Jean nodded. “Oui. Je m’appelle Jean Kirschstein,” he said it with a smirk, “My grandfather on my dad’s side is German, though. S’where the last name came from.”

“I highly doubt he cares about your lineage, Horse Face.” Eren clapped a protective hand on Armin’s shoulder, and the blonde playfully stuck his tongue out while biting back a giggle at the nickname.

“That’s for me to decide,” Armin said, “And I decide I care.”

Jean’s expression was triumphant as he peered at Eren. “As you should. Eren mentioned you’re staying here permanently, right? That means we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

Armin brought his drink up for a sip. He tried to put Eren’s scowl to the back of his mind, but it was difficult. The curiosity surrounding why he seemed to so intensely dislike him was there. But, knowing Eren, and with the bit of information he’d gathered about Jean, he couldn’t help but think it was something stupid.

“Maybe...” He cleared his throat and spoke up, “Maybe a lot more if... Well, are you going to be at Trost U in the fall?"  Jean had done well at making him feel comfortable enough to be more social. It was similar to the buzz a person got after having a drink at a party full of strangers.

“Ay, just so happens I am!” The words left him enthusiastically. 

“Really?” Amin lifted his head. “What’s your major?”

���Studio art. Yours?”

“Astrophysics.”

Jean whistled, clearly impressed. “Astro—? So, like, you wanna be an astronaut or what?”

“Um, no…” Armin shook his head, the corners of his mouth rising into a small grin. “I’d really like to just… study the cosmos and, in a perfect world, write books for NASA.”

The taller male was blatantly awestruck. “Cosmos? Sorry, I pretty much slept through astronomy in tenth grade.” He let out a sheepish chuckle. Armin didn’t understand how anyone could sleep through a science course (or any course, for that matter), but he didn’t speak on it. It would undoubtedly make him sound like a nerd. And, for some reason, he wanted to leave the best impression possible on Jean Kirschstein.

“It’s the universe, you idiot.” Eren returned to his seat and took another bite into his burrito.

“Eren, not everyone knows scientific terms...” Armin sighed.

“Yeah, Eren.” Jean punctuated the second syllable of his name. “No need to be a condescending ass.” When he looked back to Armin, his expression softened notably. “Armin, I’d love to talk to you about space one day. Though, it’d mostly be an info session since I don’t know much aside from the name of the planets.”

“Careful, Jean,” Eren warned, chuckling as he looked straight at Armin, “Armin might just take you up on that and talk your ear off. I know from experience.”

“Oh, hush.” Armin kicked the brunet’s shin under the table. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know a whole lot more about what goes on outside of our galaxy because of me.”

Eren didn’t even pretend the impact of Armin’s shoe hurt him. “You’re just proving my point, ‘Min. Once you get started about space, there’s no stopping you.”

“I don’t think I’d mind.” Jean leaned against the wall and crossed his foot over his ankle. “Yo, Eren, you bringin’ him to Karaoke Night?”

Armin’s attention piqued. He looked between the two boys questioningly.

“…Karaoke Night?”

“Yeah. Next Saturday. Our friends rented out a room at this sick karaoke bar downtown,” Jean informed him, “It’s a noraebang. A Korean karaoke joint. You should come since you’re gonna be going to uni with us. A friend of Eren and Mikasa’s is definitely a friend of ours.”

A sense of warmth settled in Armin’s chest at his words. Friends. He’d never really had many of those. Only Eren and Mikasa, and when they moved away Armin was, for the most part, alone. Sure he had his school peers, but he wouldn’t consider them actual friends. When it came down to it Armin spent a great deal of those years on his own. He never complained though. He always had his books and his grandpa, and that had been enough to sustain him.

Until now, at least.

“I’ll bring him.” Eren’s words brought Armin back. “Just so happens Armin's got an amazing singing voice.” The tanned boy shot his friend a smile, to which Armin blushed.

“Hey... don’t exaggerate."

Jean took a step forward when the line moved, but remained a close enough distance where he could keep his voice at a leveled volume.

“It’s a damn shame Mikasa’s still in Yalkell.”

“Dude.” Eren rolled his eyes at Jean for the second time that afternoon. “Let go of that crush already. As her brother, I can tell you she’s not interested.”

‘Crush?’ Armin’s eyes widened slightly, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit… well, actually, he didn’t know what he was feeling. He knew it wasn’t difficult to develop a crush on Mikasa, considering her appearance, and the fact that she was well…. Mikasa. Armin poked his tongue to his inner cheek.

‘I wonder… does that mean Jean’s interested in women? Exclusively?’

“Shut up, Jaeger,” Jean growled at him, “You know I left that shit behind ages ago. I was just saying, ‘cause she’ll miss Karaoke Night and it’s Squad tradition.”

“You guys… are in a squad?” Armin cocked an eyebrow in faint amusement.

“Yep.” Jean seemed proud to bestow this knowledge on him. “Consists of me, my best friend, his girlfriend, Eren, Mikasa and this little blond girl that looks freakishly like your female doppelganger.”

Eren nodded with a chuckle and surveyed Armin’s appearance. “Kris does look a lot like you, Armin. It’s actually weird.”

Armin took the final sips of his cola, huffing softly when he realized it was empty. He decided to focus on eating for the moment. He didn’t want his food to get cold. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jean push himself from the wall.

“Can I… ask where you’re staying, Armin? It’s kinda important.”

‘Why would my living arrangements be important to him?’ Both confused and curious, Armin licked away some lettuce from the corner of his mouth.

“Um…well, currently, I’m staying with Eren. But it’s temporary. I’d like to start renting a place in the student-housing district pretty soon,” Armin informed in his soft voice, waiting for Jean to elaborate on why he’d asked.

“Oh yeah?” The handsome boy inclined closer, interested. “That’s awesome news, because—”

“No.” Eren’s head whipped around instantly. “Don’t even suggest it.” He sent Jean a sub-zero glare, just as Armin’s brows raised in curiosity.

“Suggest what?” He blinked.

Jean crossed his arms and his lips fell into a smirk. The Apple smartwatch on his wrist lit up but he ignored it in favor of speaking to the boys before him.

“My best friend and I have been searching for a roommate.” His eyes were on Eren as he spoke. “We’ve got a pretty nice spread, and the rent’s hella cheap ‘cause it’s near campus.”

Armin could feel Eren’s hands grab his own, and he heard the growl he emitted, but he couldn’t help but consider it. It would be ideal to live with the Jaegers, but Armin was too prideful to lean on them any more than he already had. Being self-sufficient was more important to him than anything else. He would not allow himself to be a burden. 

“Wow, I’ll admit that sounds—”

“It sounds awful,” Eren cut in. “You’re not… really considering it, are you?” He looked to the blonde with pleading eyes.

Armin groaned, but he wouldn’t deny he looked horrendously adorable pouting at him like that.

“Eren…” He spoke sternly, but was sure to disarm him by taking larger hands in his own. “This is exactly what I’ve been looking for, and you know it. All that work I put in last year wasn’t for nothing. I’ve already saved up enough for a few months’ rent and I have a job. It’d be a good idea to put my finances towards something productive.” It had always pleased him to speak of things he knew would ultimately progress him in life.

Jean whistled again. “Sounds like you’ve got it made, Armin.” A taupe gaze shifted to Eren then. “I think he should at least come look at the place. It wouldn’t hurt.”

Truthfully, Armin was considering doing so whether Eren approved or not. His opinion mattered of course, but the boy was fully capable of making decisions for himself. As Jean had said, exploring his options couldn’t hurt.

“Jean, tell me more about the apartment, please.” Expectant eyes lifted to the taller male. 

Jean beamed, though he did seem hesitant when he stole another glance to his smartwatch. “How about you give me your number instead?”

The suggestion was unapologetically bold. Armin was stunned. He saw Eren grimacing out of the corner of his eye.

“I mean so I can text you and give you the details,” he elaborated, a sigh escaping after he said it. “I don’t think I can chat much longer, as much as I’d like to. Connie – that’s my best friend and your maybe-future-roommate too – very explicitly said he wants burrito waiting for him when he gets off work. He’s been texting me nonstop to make sure I don’t forget.” Jean looked up at the ceiling for a short while and then flicked his eyes back to Armin. 

“It’s weird, but for some reason, I’ve got a good feeling about you, Armin,” He said, smiling faintly, “We could FaceTime. And maybe I could give you a virtual tour?” Jean looked hopeful. Strangely, Armin found it to be kind of cute. He sunk his teeth into his lip and decided to focus instead on what his new acquaintance had said. A proposal for a new apartment on his first day in Trost. What were the odds? Honestly, it seemed a bit too good to be true, and Armin had always been rather pessimistic, (according to Eren at least – he’d just called it realism), but he supposed, for now, he’d go along with it. He could see no better choice but to do so, anyway.

Wordlessly nodding, he watched Jean retrieve his iPhone, unlocking the screen with his thumb. Armin quickly did the same and they exchanged mobiles.

“I can’t believe this,” Eren was saying as Armin’s phone chirped with a new text just an instant later. “You do realize he’s a fucking douche, don’t you?”

Armin huffed and looked down at the message. He punched in his contact as “Jean”, deciding he’d personalize it with an emoji when he got to know him a little better.

The taller boy seemed exasperated by Eren’s so very apparent repulsion at their exchange. Armin pocketed his phone and pushed his food across the table, walking around to sit next to him. He rubbed his arm gently.g

“I should probably go.” Jean stared at Eren momentarily, then he shot Armin another, smaller smile. “Nice meeting you Armin.” He began to walk backward towards the line, which had grown significantly shorter. “See y’all around.”

Eren waved his hand, and Armin returned the smile with an even brighter one.

“Bye Jean!”

Jean waved back before jogging off to order his food. When the smaller male turned back, Eren was staring at him with this smug, knowing look in his eyes.

“…What?”

“I saw that, Armin.”

Armin was confused. “Saw what?”

Eren reached behind him and held his nape, drawing him in so their foreheads were nearly touching. “You were giving that bastard googly eyes the entire fucking time.” He spoke in a low murmur.

“W-What?!” Armin practically squeaked and jerked backward, then remembered where they were and settled for a fierce whisper. “I was not!”

“You so were.” Eren’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You like him? Is that why you wanna room with him?”

Armin pushed his bangs out of his eyes, staring at his friend in disbelief. “No, I don’t like him. I just met him like fifteen minutes ago!”

That God-forsaken look persisted on Eren’s face, though. He swigged his Nantucket Nectar then returned his attention to Armin. “Do you at least…. think he’s cute?”

That was when Armin stopped short. He rested his elbows on the metal surface of the table, sinking his head into his palms dramatically. He really hoped that Jean hadn’t somehow acquired a superhuman hearing ability and was able to hear him from the other side of the restaurant.

“Maybe a little."

Eren scoffed, though he didn’t seem too surprised by this knowledge. “I really don't get that," he sighed, “How the hell can anyone find Jean Kirschstein cute?”

Armin was digging through what remained of his burrito bowl, avoiding eye contact with that intense, marble-eyed stare.

“From what I’ve seen, he seems to be… nice.”

Eren rolled his eyes. "That's just 'cause he has yet to rub his dickery all over you."

Armin curved his brow upward. “Why do you hate him so much?”

Eren shrugged. “I don’t… hate him. I’ve known him since I moved here and he’s in my circle of friends. Guess our personalities just clash sometimes.” He bit his lip. “Most of it's just playful bantering. It’s what we’re used to, I guess.”

“Oh.” Armin nodded thoughtfully. For a while, they finished up their food in silence. Armin reached into the shared bag of chips and dipped one into the guacamole.

“Yo, 'Min." 

He looked over at Eren curiously. “What’s up?”

The other boy leaned in a bit closer to him. His voice had grown quiet again. “If… if you do become his roommate,” He looked almost shy then – which was certainly a cute look on him. Armin bit back a smile.

“—you won’t start to like that bastard more than me, will you?”

The blonde blinked at the question. The notion of him liking anyone more than Eren was entirely ridiculous, and he should know that. Armin suddenly felt inclined to smack him upside the head for asking something so stupid.

“You’re seriously asking that?” Armin shook his head, poking lightly to the side of Eren’s cheek. “Don’t be ridiculous, you dummy. You should know by now. You’re the only guy for me.” His tone was playful but the words were deathly serious.

“Good.” Eren was clearly satisfied by the reassurance. He squeezed the boy’s arm gently.

“Let’s hope it stays that way.”

- - -

THURSDAY, JUNE 15TH: 2:45PM

Jean had been right when he said the apartment was nice. It had sufficient space, with three moderately-sized bedrooms as well as a living area, and an open kitchen with an island-bar to serve as a dining space. There was one bathroom at the very back of the apartment. Compared to a place not so close to campus, the rent was cheap. But it was definitely on the luxurious end of things.

Of course, the decision to live there was made quickly. After all the paperwork was finalized, Armin began moving his stuff in. The lot of his things that he didn’t immediately need was kept in the Jaegers’ storage, though, so the process seemed to breeze by. Armin wouldn’t deny he enjoyed spending time with Jean and Connie whenever they were hanging around the apartment.

It was all so surreal to Armin, and the feeling hadn’t worn off, not even on the following Thursday when Armin gripped his brand new key (wrapped in a Trost University holder) and fitted it into the lock of Room 305.

He paused when a hand touched his shoulder.

“Y’know, It’s not too late to change your mind and come live with me instead,” Eren said. The seriousness of his tone provoked the softest of laughs from Armin. Of course, he’d make such an offer when Armin’s mind was already completely made up.

“It actually kinda is.” He turned to smile apologetically at the other boy. He’d admit it was endearing how clingy he was to him, but Eren had to know this would be good for him. Armin had always craved a life where he relied minimally on the support of other people. Renting an apartment – even if he currently was sharing it with two guys – was a start along that path.

“But hey,” Armin looked up at him, “We can still see each other at school. And work. Remember that.”

Eren grumbled, but it was the truth. After his graduation Eren had been in dire need of a job, so his friend found work for him waiting tables at Olive Garden, a job Armin had for several months before he moved to Trost and was relocated.

“School doesn’t start until the end of August.” Eren pouted slightly. “That’s like a whole two months of not constantly being in each other’s presence.”

“We managed it before,” Armin reminded. He closed his eyes at the memory of those years spent without his best friends. He couldn’t be more thankful that they were going to the same university in the fall, honestly; there was so much lost time that had to be made up for.

“I don’t know how we did.” Eren took the liberty of opening the door while Armin swallowed down his anxiety. His eyes were immediately drawn to the side of the den, where Jean stood at his easel. His back faced them and he was singing rather loudly to some grunge song blaring from the kitchen.

“Yo Horse Face! Stop being a tool for a second, will ya?” Eren rolled his eyes and walked in front of Armin, tossing the overnight bag he’d been holding at the couch. The noise made Jean jump and spin around, nearly dropping his pallet in the process. He narrowed his eyes.

“Mother fuck— you’re early.” Sitting his art utensils on the stool, he wiped his hands on his smock and strode over. 

“I definitely was not expecting you to bring him, Armin.”

“I needed an extra hand. Couldn’t lug all this stuff over here by myself.” Armin smiled and surveyed the perimeter of the room. He set his bag of pillows down in front of him.

“You’re here alone?” 

“Yeah.” Jean looked down at his pillows, then back at Armin’s face. “Connie went grocery shopping.”

Eren laughed and leaned on the arm of the couch. “Connie went grocery shopping?”

“By that I mean he went to go restock our ramen supply." 

“Sounds more like him.”

The guy in question, Connie Springer, was their third roommate and also Jean’s best friend. Armin always thought he was short for his age – being the smallest in his graduating class and practically dwarfed next to Eren – but when he met Connie he was stunned. He could see why he was close to Jean though; they were both ridiculously dorky but in the most endearing way. That and he was really nice. Something told him he was the one that kept Jean in check most of the time.

The blonde ran a hand through his hair and joined Eren on the couch. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” He nudged him lightly with his thigh.

“Are you kicking me out, ‘Min?” Eren feigned a sob, his legs kicking up on the coffee table. “I’m hurt.”

Jean scowled at him. “This isn’t your house, Jaeger.”

“It’s not yours either, Kirschstein,” Eren said matter-of-factly, a small chuckle following. “It’s the landlord’s.”

“Aunt Carla said she wanted you back before three.” The softness left Armin’s voice, and he looked at his friend sternly. “You do remember that, right?”

“Mommy setting a curfew for you now?” Jean walked back to his easel and picked up his pallet to check if any paints had dried out.

“Fuck off, you bastard,” Eren hissed, “There are relatives over and she wants me there.”

Armin hoisted him by the arm and they stood together. “Go home, Eren.” He walked behind him, lightly pushing him towards the door. “I don’t want your mom flipping out at you.”

Eren turned to him and sighed beneath his words. “Fine, fine. I’ll leave. But if Jean does anything shady call me. I’ll be over like that.” He snapped his fingers on the last word to emphasize just how serious he was.

“Everything will be fine. Promise.” Armin smiled reassuringly at his friend and patted his arm. His eyelids fell when Eren began messing his hair, then he very lightly kissed his temple.

“I’ll see you at work tomorrow, okay?” The blonde’s eyes opened again after a pause.

“Sure thing, Armin.” Eren poked the tip of his nose, not bothering to say anything to Jean as he left the apartment. Once he was gone Jean sighed dramatically and returned his attention to his easel.

“Good fuckin’ riddance.”

Armin only smiled at that. He knew Jean and Eren thought fondly of each other, despite the constant verbal abuse. That much was made clear when he looked at the pinboard of Polaroids posted above the TV. At the center was a photo of Jean, Connie and Eren that he presumed was taken a few weeks before at their graduation. Eren was in the middle and Jean and Connie both had their arms draped over his shoulders. All three of them had wide smiles painted over their lips. Armin thought it was adorable, but it did make him kind of sad. He’d graduated early so he never got to experience anything like that; all he’d gotten was his diploma in the mail and a congratulatory letter from the principal.

Armin sighed at the memory. It was in the past, so there wasn’t a need to dwell on it. He walked back from the door and crossed the room to stand a few feet away from Jean.

“What are you painting?”

The taller youth smiled, though his eyes remained on his work. “My parents’ anniversary is coming up. They spent their honeymoon in Venice so… I’m painting a Venetian cityscape.” he told him, “Y’know how there are those canals running between the buildings there? The hotel they stayed at was like that. I’m trying to recreate it for them.”

Armin craned to see the painting and was impressed. Jean’s artistic talent was far beyond his expectations. There was so much detail, and the portion of it that was painted was so vibrant. For that moment, Armin couldn’t take his eyes away. He admired it with a silent smile.

“Also,” he continued, “peonies are my mom’s favorite flower so, in front of one of the buildings, there’s a pot of those. See?” He pointed to the little flower pot with the tip of a long finger. Armin’s eye followed.

“Jean, this is amazing,” the blonde commended excitedly. “You’re so talented! And this gift… it’s so thoughtful! Your parents will love it for sure.”

Jean wordlessly eyed the piece. "You think?"

"Yes, I think,"  Armin said, nodding earnestly. 

Jean snapped his pallet shut and dropped his paintbrush into a cup of water. 

“Thanks, Armin. It really means a lot to hear that.” His tone was sheepish as he untied his smock and pulled it off his body. "Yo really have no idea." 

The blonde’s smile grew a fraction. “You’re very welcome, Jean.”

The taller boy scanned over Armin’s appearance for a second, then met blue eyes.

“So, uh… hey, I… made some iced tea earlier. Do you want some? I need another person’s opinion on the taste and Con’s not here.”

The offer made Armin nod with sudden fervor. Tea was his all-time favorite beverage, hot or cold. He didn’t think there was a time when he wasn’t in the mood to drink it, truly.

“I’d love to have some.” He tucked some hair behind a pierced ear. “Tea is, like, my favorite thing to drink ever.”

Jean peered down at him, chuckling. “Well damn. Armin. Now your opinion's gonna be biased.” He walked past him into the kitchen. Armin instinctively followed.

“I promise it won’t be!” he said while plopping onto a stool at the island counter. When Jean turned to him, Armin’s eyes held unwavering intensity. The idea of not having the tea wasn’t something he was willing to accept.

Jean chuckle grew into a broad laughter. “Shit… don’t look at me like that. I wasn’t gonna deprive you.” The assurance came gently. Armin observed him approach the fridge and produce a plastic pitcher when he opened the door. The taller boy had a tiny smile on his lips whilst pouring the darkened liquid into a glass he’d acquired from the cupboard.

“Here you are, my good sir.” Jean slid the tea over to him.

“Thank you.” Armin smiled and lifted the cup to his mouth. As he sipped it, he let his mind wander, and found himself thinking of Eren’s actions before he left. He knew his friend had a tendency to get overprotective, so the wariness wasn’t unlike him. Armin wondered if it was warranted, though. Something was telling him he’d get along living with Jean and Connie just fine, and he was an excellent judge of character.

But he knew there was something that could pose a problem if he let it. Jean happened to be the hottest guy he’d seen in a while. That was, to say the least, unnerving. Armin would just have to be thankful repression was one of his greatest talents. It was a sad thought, he knew, but there was no way someone so filthy was deserving of anyone.

Armin stared into his glass, hoping his features remained composed despite where his mind had gone. The blonde took another sip of tea to calm himself, suddenly remembering why he was drinking it in the first place.

“This tea is delicious, Jean,” the boy complimented, sending him a smile when he looked up. “It’s not too sweet or too bitter. It’s just right.”

At that, Jean looked something akin to a dog who’d just been told they did something right and received a treat for it.

“Yeah?” He grinned. “I’m glad you think so, Armin.”

‘He’s cute.’ It was becoming apparent that Armin wasn’t doing as well at controlling his thoughts as he’d like, but saying those things within the protection of his mind... That was okay. That had to be okay.

‘I’m completely allowed to think something harmless like that.’ The blonde rested his cheek on his fist and sighed to himself.

Jean seemed oblivious to the goings-on of Armin’s mind, which was fortunate. He smiled at him and poured a glass of tea for himself.

“So hey, after this, would’dja like some help unpacking?” he asked. “Pretty sure I’ve got an empty storage bin that’s perfect for under-the-bed space somewhere around here...” Jean lifted his tea up to his lips. “You can use if you like.”

Armin was prepared to deny the help even though he knew he needed it, but he made himself stop. The honesty of Jean’s smile was a little unsettling, as was how fixated the blonde suddenly became on watching the bob of his Adam’s apple whilst he swallowed his tea.

‘I really need to chillax. I’m not some rabid animal...’ Armin tore his eyes away. He remembered reading somewhere that victims of… what he went through often acted out in terms of seeking sexual partners. Armin may not have been doing something as extreme as that, but this effect Jean was having on him at such an early stage was definitely something to worry about.

“Yeah, sure thing,” he said despite the minor inner turmoil. He put on his most convincing smile and downed the remainder of his tea.

Jean beamed. “Awesome!” He too finished off his tea and carried both their cups to rinse in the sink. He was placing them in the dishwasher when Armin moved to grab his belongings from the living room, then together they exited the space and made for Armin’s bedroom at the very front of the hall.

[resbang-bookclub]

AMA Transcript: Simple Melody

For our final AMA of Resbang 2017, @alliope, @bbbutterfingers & @daciafu stopped in to answer questions about their Resbang, Simple Melody! Here’s some of what went down:

Q: My first question for Allie is what inspired you to do this AU?

Allie: Well I've generally had the idea for an Over the Garden Wall AU for a while, not necessarily for SE, but as the first check-ins deadline was approaching I ended up rewatching bits of Over the Garden Wall and it just kinda clicked? Mainly I think it came from Crona's betrayal and Beatrice's betrayal and everything fell into place from there. I thought the eerie atmospheres would work well together! So I ended up scrapping my previous idea and wrote 3k plus a summary like three days before the first check-ins, rip.

Q: For butter/dacia, what went into how you decided which scene(s) to art?

butterfingers: HM well there was some chitchat when we started about what kind of work we wanted to do and I said that I loved the Boom comics covers, and then I shouted WHAT IF I MADE  COMIC BOOK COVERS! and I think Dacia went WHAT IF I DID BACKGROUNDS and I guess we just approached it as if we were doing something comic-y haha!

Allie: You two were the power duo.

daciafu: I've always been in love with the style of the backgrounds of OTGW since that's where all those cozy and spooky feelings of fall and the Unknown really shine and I'm honestly HORRIBLE at designing backgrounds so I wanted to take the challenge and push myself to get better! Mimicking other people's styles really helps me break down how they make their choices and teaches me how to make things look Decent so I was super hyped to pick up the OTGW style! And then when Butters and I were trying to figure out What Do and she said she wanted to tackle covers, I decided to do background-heavy scenes. 😊

Q: What is generally your guys’ process (writing for Allie and arting for butters and dacia)?

Allie: Well, I wrote in little scenes, like I would get an idea for a scene and just go for it, the fic wasn't at all coherent until maybe a few days before posting. This actually posed a problem since linking scenes took longer than I thought it would. Because I had most of my scenes written, I thought I had more finished than I really did. By the end of Resbang, I had 56k written but only 20k remotely post-able. I'm a super obsessive planner though, so my whole fic was outlined in detail early on, which was nice cause I knew what I was doing lol

butterfingers: I loved going through Allie's notes, I was always excited to see how they'd connect the dots! My art process is as follows: scribble something, put it aside, look at it a lot throughout the day with the thought that maybe I can surprise myself into seeing something new, find something I hate, fix it, rinse and repeat. For this project I actually... have a friend who works with Boom Comics and she was able to hook me up with a nice little gallery of illustrations for the OTGW comic so I got to go through and put together my mood board for it 😊

daciafu: I read over the gloriousness that was Allie's draft and immediately picked out some neat scenes or wanted to reimagine the classic OTWG ones. I spent a lot of time studying first! Looking at the art books, and poring over the show’s scenes and kind of getting a feel for the color palettes, textures and compositions. Then I watched a tutorial on Youtube where someone just deadass uploaded their painting process on a piece of official art that made it into the show. So that was EXTREMELY helpful to watch the way they painted back-to-front and kind of blended the planes without like, losing depth?? The internet is so, so wonderful. And then I got to work! Started with a soft brush for lineart so it wouldn't be too prevalent, moved onto base colors, then shading, and then really trying to establish textures and make the atmosphere Just Right(tm).

butterfingers: Genius!! Oh damn that sounds like such great advice vis à vis backgrounds. /takes notes

Q: You sound like the dream art partner Allie, I weep for my artists and my last minute HERE IS 10K I JUST TYPED UP BC IM A MESS.

Allie: Ahh geez, these two were the dream partners honestly, like I'm so glad they could gather stuff from my notes, cause I've always got everything together in my head, but then it gets out there and it's a mess, these two deserve all the love.

butterfingers: There was one thing I regret that I didn't have the chance to draw and it was like a throwaway line somewhere in your notes about Maka presenting Soul with a praying mantis and him freaking out. I resonated with that so hard hahaha.

Q: What was the hardest scene for you to write?

Allie: The hardest scene to write that's actually posted was anything with Justin really, I don't get his character and it was tough to write him. There were a few scenes that were hard to write because I rushed them, but I wouldn't say they were genuinely difficult scenes, I just gotta rewrite 'em! But overall the ending scene I'm still struggling to write and there's a dream scene that occurs which has been difficult to write just for making it dream-like enough?

Q: And what was the hardest to art? :o

butterfingers: I had a hard time with Maka's expressions. I had many scribbles designing a Ragnarok lantern, too, but it was very fun!!

Allie: Your design for the Ragnarok lantern was so good, I still cry over it.

butterfingers: Ahaha thank you! He was very Calcifer inspired ;)

daciafu: I struggled quite a bit with the first one I painted, just because it was all so new to me. I had to base color 3 different times because the soft lineart bothered me if something extended too far, or there was white background peeking through. And then reimagining the texture in the leaves and the ground to try to separate the planes there but also wanting them to be cohesive was a bit of a headache. If I had to go back and do that one over again I think I'd be more prepared to deal with the foliage lmao.

butterfingers: Your textures were very excellent, that was a quality I struggled with as well!

daciafu: The first one I painted was the Golden Light scene where Maka and Soul are leaving the woods and entering the fields.

butterfingers: Trees r hard.

Allie: They all came out so incredible though, I'm in awe of how you were able to create those leaves.

daciafu: Omg ;;;;; At the same time trees are so organic and flowy and the chances of getting them wrong are pretty slim considering they can get janked as hell lol they're super fun to just zone out to. "I’ll just put a happy little leaf here, ooh and how’s about another one right next to it. They can be happy friends. Oh look, the squad showed up!!" Channeling my inner Bob Ross... but yeah you can just do whatever with them and they somehow come together.

Q: Daciafu how do u.....background, like you did so well and all I hear from art friends is various levels of pterodactyl screeching when the word background is mentioned.

daciafu: I heavily based the Leafing the Forest scene and the church scene after stills from the show so I don't get composition points there, but I built the pumpkin fields just based off of the environment’s design elements. I really wanted to push the depth of that scene but also give it that same never-ending quality to it, and I'm super happy with the results. Another note is that I omitted the characters entirely while building the backgrounds. Since I'm usually a pretty character-heavy artist, I wanted to tackle it like I was preparing the scene for an animator later. And then once they were done, I added in our sweet kids. Doing it that way first really helped to cement the characters in the space rather than my usual "character is done, how can I put them in an interesting physical space?" struggle lmao.

Q: Did you guys feel like your writing/arting changed at all or that you learned anything/picked up new skills/honed old ones etc. etc. during Resbang?

Allie: Gosh yeah, it changed a lot. In hindsight a bad idea, but this was the first fic I'd ever written with intention of posting and the longest piece I'd ever written. Before this I had written very little and my longest piece was maybe 10k. Throughout Resbang I've learned most of everything from the ground up, it's taught me a lot about my limits, how I work and writing in general. I've definitely improved a lot from the experience!

butterfingers: Let me tell you all about the airbrush tool that I discovered during Resbang. Amazing. Incredible.

daciafu: I learned how to paint backgrounds!!! Which is something I've always wanted to get better at. And I got super comfortable in Clip Studio (I'd just gotten it) as well as using texture brushes, so overall it was a very helpful and wonderful experience as a Resbang participant and as an arteest.

Q: Oh that reminds me butters, what program do you use?

butterfingers: Paint Tool SAI for the most part, and then Photoshop for color correction, borders, and, like, finesse things! :)

Q: Did you guys listen to any music that inspired you or helped you create?

Allie: Ah, yeah! I had a playlist actually! https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLjTCaFkFU6rkD1edJwCZmHvJiUwlSUeGZ

If you want I can explain some bits of it? I use music a lot when writing aha. I like to associate certain songs with characters and character relationships, so most of the songs are connected to a particular part of the story. The Monroe Transfer, Wayfaring Stranger, and Mountains were all more general atmosphere stuff. Blame was very much related to Maka, which may not be apparent now, but yeah. Ragnarok I actually connected a lot with Willow Tree March. Soul was probably closest with A Lady. Crona had a lot of songs, but Neptune was most specific to them, as was probably Ghost Towns. Some character relationships I associated with certain songs, Crona-Ragnarok and Soul-Maka were both pretty connected to Always Gold, especially that dang last line "there were holes in you, the kind that I could not mend" oh man. Crona-Maka was definitely We Could Be Friends, Bloom, and Spell. Meet Me in The Woods I thought was a pretty good group song! Those are just some general bits of my thinking with the music aha.

daciafu: Definitely checked out Allie's dope playlist. For most of my working time, tho, I was either listening to TAZ: Commitment or MBMBaM oddly enough lol. I will forever think of Justin's uproarious laughter whenever I look at them lmao.

Q: Were any of the relationships difficult to characterize?

Allie: Mmm this may sound weird but early Maka-Crona was weird for me, cause they were kinda at that point where they want to (or at least Maka wants to) like each other, but they don’t like or trust each other at all and it's a weird spot for them. I'm used to writing them as at least interested by one another, if not enemies or already fond of one another, so this felt like a very odd place to start with them.

Q: Do you guys have future plans for writing/drawing? Aside from polishing and posting the rest of the fic!

Allie: I have,,, too many plans,, I need less plans,, someone please take them away from me, I can't be trusted with them,,,, I do want to do a sequel for this when I get it finished, playing on the detail about crows memory lasting five years so. Beyond that I have a SoMa fic to finish for the prompt challenge!! I'm working on a gift for Crescentcrona, which is a fantasy Kirona fic called Eat The Rich. I have polyam week fics that I'm cleaning up, I think my favorite so far is a Azusa/Naigus/Sid/Mifune one for Through The Seasons. And God I have so many CroMa fics I want to write, I gotta fill the AO3 tag. I think the biggest one right now is a wings-related soulmates au that I've been working on on the side since October I think?

daciafu: Yo there's one scene that I'm like sUPER hyped to do if Allie does the sequel because I already know exactly how I wanna draw it but I wasn't able to fit that in near the end, and it didn't end up in the first part. But there are a couple of other scenes Allie and I workshopped that would be super fun to do and I would love to draw them. Other than that, my drawing plans are pretty much working on commissions as they come in. Surprisingly my queue has been maxed out and I just got a full time job so of course now I'm like.... hm.... I'll get 'em done eventually!!

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That’s the end of the AMAs for the 2017 season! Thanks again for reading along with us, and see you next year! :)

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junhui college au!

guys, I burned my fingers

so it hurts when I type

I apologize for the delay, please bare w/ me!

let’s go!

jun would probably be an undecided major

he’d get all the core courses over with

but he was still trying to find out what he really liked

but you

you were an art major

you loved drawing

you liked sketching

and designing

and coloring

and everything art included

you were in your junior year of college

and so was jun

but neither of you really talked to each other

you thought he was the most gorgeous man on campus

but you’d never have the courage to go up to him

and he thought you were the most pretties girl on campus

and he’s seen plenty of pretty woman

but he thought you were breath taking

he’d watch you sketch in your pad from afar

he’d always wonder what you were drawing

he has always wanted to see your drawings

he was so curious 

both of your admired each other

but had never spoken to each other

but one day

you were in your art class

your art class was pretty small

about 13 students

so you were pretty close to everyone

one of your friends and you were talking

“so it’s the new semester, do you know what our project is this time?”

your friend asked you

but you were just as clueless as her

“I have no idea”

before your conversation could progress

your professor walks in

but he isn’t alone

he has 13 boys walk in behind him

“good afternoon class! today, as you all know, we will begin our new semester project!”

you try to take in all the visuals in the room

your eyes trail down the line of boys

until you hit jun

he was looking straight you

for some odd reason

neither of you looked away

it was a comforting stare

as if you guys were communicating somehow

“and I was able to get these 13 wonderful volunteers to help me and you with this project”

you finally leave jun’s glance

and focus on your professor 

“you will be assigned a model to draw with all the elements and detailed as possible, you have a month”

you knew this was coming

you saw it coming

you just hoped you wouldn’t be assigned jun

because that would be 

VERY AWKWARD

the teacher starts naming the pairs

“hansol is with lisa”

“mingyu with sunny”

until she called jun

“jun is with y/n”

you screamed internally

you banged your forehead internally on the desk

“you guys can start as soon as you’d like, you have a month”

the professor left the classroom

leaving the ‘models’ 

(which were really good looking students with a free period)

with you guys

jun makes his way over to you 

and you gulp nervously

out of all 13

he was the most confident

“y/n, right?” he takes a seat next to you”

you nod, “yes”

“jun”

he sticks his hand out for you to shake

you accept it kindly

his friendliness breaking the barrier you both had

“so are we gonna start now?”

“no, not here, let’s go outside”

you collect your things and jun follows your lead

for some reason

you liked to draw outside

the natural lighting was the best

and since your drawing had to be detailed and realistic as possible

you needed jun in the best lighting

“so first, we’re gonna start with a sketch”

you positioned jun on a bench

he posed naturally

“is this good?”

he smiled at you 

and you melted

“that’s perfect”

you begin to sketch jun

looking back at your pad and at jun

his features were so sharp

as if he were already a work of art

you were worried you wouldn’t do him justice

but you had to have some confidence in yourself

you took many breaths

sweat dripping down your face

and you were done with the sketch

“done! it’s just the sketch!”

you hand the notebook to jun

because he quickly stood up

eager to see your work

“wow! it’s so cool! you’re so talented y/n!”

hearing him call your name casually made you feel close to him

and when he complimented you

you felt your cheeks get hot

“y/n! can you come here really really quick!”

your friend calls you from across the courtyard

you don’t hesitate and tell jun you’d be right back

you left jun alone

with your sketch pad

he didn’t think before looking through your sketch pad

he just wanted to see more of your work

he always wondered from afar

and now it was in his grasp

he sees most of your work was nature and lifestyle objects

he turned to the pages at the end of the pad

he sees a bunch of outfits you’ve designed

you really did it all

he admired how talented you were

and he could see a bright future ahead of you

unlike him

he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do

or what he was good at

jun quickly puts your pad on the bench and waits for you

he watches you as you walk back from your friend

your hair blew in the wind

your skin glowed under the sun

he was mesmerized “jun? jun?” you have you hand in front of him

he barely realized you were back 

“uh yeah?” he tries to pull it off

“my friend invited us to go eat, you down?” jun doesn’t hesitate to join you and your friend

your friend who was also an art major

she was drawing someone named hansol

so jun, you, your friend, and hansol

end up eating at a popular deli close to campus

you get to know jun more

which kind of helped

if you knew him better

maybe it would help you draw him better

his personality was bright

he laughed and smiled a lot

you found out he was close friends with hansol

for some reason you all got along so well

it’s like you and jun were meant to be friends

you both clicked so fast

days passed 

and jun and you used the ‘project’ as an excuse to hang out

you both knew you liked each other’s company

but jun would distract you from your drawing 

and he’d make funny faces

and you’d just laugh and tell him to get serious

and one day

jun and you were at the art store

because you ran out of pages in your sketch book

and he wanted to tag along

that turned into a hang out day around the city

“so have you decided you major yet?”

you ask jun as you both walk down the busy streets

“no, i haven’t found what I’m good at yet”

you could tell how down and confused jun was

“it’ll come to you soon, I know it”

you reassure him and he nods

you and jun soon got hungry

so you both stopped by a food truck

“I’ll buy” 

jun stops you from pulling out money

and you don’t argue

because jun is stubborn

and you wouldn’t win an argument against him

you both take a seat and enjoy the street food together

“excuse me sir”

a man well dressed in a suit taps on jun’s shoulder

you both look up at the man

and he seems really friendly

“I couldn’t help but notice how visually pleasing you are, and I think you’d really suit our company! here’s our company’s card!”

he leaves jun with a card

and you can’t help but feel so happy for him

“jun! you could be a model! you just got scouted!’

he blushes and shakes his head

“I don’t know...I think I want to finish college first”

he reads the card

“well yeah! do that, but you can get some experience now and get a portfolio together and everything!”

jun’s heart warms up and how passionate you were about what he should do

“maybe you’re right”

the month was almost up

and you had the base of jun done

all you had to do was paint it

and you still needed him to paint him

“y/n, I had a question”

jun asked, but he didn’t move a muscle

he knew you had to paint it perfectly

“ask away”

you mix paints together and begin to work

“remember a few weeks ago when I got scouted?”

“yes, I remember”

jun takes a pause before continuing

“well, you said I had to get experience, and the school is having a fashion show, and I signed up to walk the runway, but they need more designers, and I’ve seen your work! you could totally be an amazing part of the fashion show!”

you freeze

jun saw your designs?

you were slightly embarrassed

because you only kept those to yourself

“you saw those?”

you take a pause from painting

“yeah, they were amazing”

you don’t think it’s a bad idea

it would help jun out

and it could benefit you too

“I’m down”

once the month was over

you turned in your final work of jun

you got an A (ofc)

and now it was time to start your new project

which was designing clothes for jun and the fashion show

this took a lot of time and dedication

you had to measure him and everything

“the guy from the company is coming”

jun speaks as he watches you sketch ideas 

“really? well then I’ll make sure you look extra good”

you give him a thumbs up and he smiles at you

you design two outfits for jun

the style was chic with a mix of street style

the fashion show was at the end of the year

and you were so nervous with all the stress

next year you’d be a college senior

and you’d have to find a job quickly

sure enough, the fashion show came quickly

just as quickly as you and jun grew so close

you revealed the outfits to jun two days before the show

just to make sure they fitted

and they did!

when you arrived backstage of the fashion show

you were looking for jun

he texted you the room he was getting his makeup done in

and you found it quickly

“hey!”

he greets you as soon as you speed in

“he-”

you look up at him

and 

he 

looked

amazing

his hair was styled perfectly 

his makeup was barely any he looked so good

“y/n!” he snaps his fingers in your face

“oh! here, here, put this on!”

you hand him the outfit quick;y

he removes his shirt quickly

and you gasp as you turn around

“jun!” you scold and cover your eyes

“what?” he laughs at your sudden shyness

“you couldn’t have waited till I left?”

he just continues to laugh and gets undressed

with your back facing him

once jun was dressed

you escorted him to the entrance of the cat walk

“okay, you look good! I believe in you! you got this! show that company what you got!” 

you touched up jun’s outfit as you hyped him up

he just looked down at you as you fixed him up

he loved how supportive you always were

how positive you were

“you’re up!”

you look up at him

he was nervous

but he couldn’t afford to mess up now

he nods at you before stepping out onto the catwalk

you watch jun from the tv backstage

he looks like a professional

he only practiced his walk once

and he was killing it

he was drop dead gorgeous

any modeling company would want to sign with him

he walked across the stage smoothly and cooly

flashes of cameras 

claps from the audience

jun loved it

he loved the moment

once he made it backstage 

he was quickly rushed to change into the second outfit

and it was the same routine

jun loved the rush backstage

he loved how exciting it was

and for the first time, he found what he was good at

once the fashion show was over

you ran up to jun

“you did so good!!!”

he laughs at how cute you were 

“thank you y/n” 

he pulls you into a hug 

and you were shocked at first

it being your first physical contact with him

but you hugged back in less than 3 seconds

“mr.wen?”

you both turn and see two men walking towards jun

one was the same man from last time

and the other was a new one

“you are very talented, and you know what you’re doing out there on the runway, why don’t you sign with us?”

the man speaks

and jun almost screams

“I’d love to! but I’d like to finish college first”

the man nods understandingly

“there’s no rush, you’d just have to sign the contract now, and once you’re done with college, you can come work with us”

you almost cheer for jun right there in that moment

but someone taps your shoulder

you turn around and face an older woman you’ve never seen before

“are you miss y/n?”

you nod and walk farther away from jun so he could talk to the men

“I’m a designer myself and I own my own company, and I saw your work, and I’m in love with your style, and the model made it look even better!”

“thank you so much!”

“I wanted to offer you a job at my company, here’s my card, if you’re interested, you can give me call and we could meet up any time!”

she hands you her card and leaves with a smile

you were so happy

you could finally have job and enjoy it

jun walks up to you once he’s done talking

“so what was that about?”

“a designer offered me a job”

you show him the card and he takes it

“really?! that’s awesome!” 

he subconsciously hugs you

he was so excited for you and himself

“wait, I wouldn’t been able to do this without you”

jun tells you and he slowly releases you

you look at him puzzled

“if I never went out with you in the city that day, I never would have been scouted, I never would have found out what I’m good at, because of you, I found what I liked doing”

jun was being soft and it made you melt

“well, I have to thank you too, if you never had seen my work and asked me to do the fashion show, I would have never got a job”

jun hugs you again, but this time it was for a longer time

“I never told you this, but even before we started talking, I admired you, and now I like you more than ever”

jun’s words were so blunt

he was so confident in confessing to you

but you feel exactly the same way towards him

“I do too” you let go of jun to look up at him

you both smile at each other

laughing at each other

this was the best day of your life

you got a job 

and you got jun

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[sakura-soldier]

To-Do List

I was tagged by @winter-is-ending and boy, it's a lot to think about! Do this: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, arts, gifsets, whatever. 1. I'm drawing fanart for @crop-stomper (also known as CelticGames4 on fanfiction.net) about the escorts of Danzón: The 125th Hunger Games! I'll be making 2 drawings, actually. I'll explain them individually. a) Right now, I'm drawing one depicting the escorts wearing their Reaping outfits (or something close to it) in headshot mode. I'm currently almost done the pencil sketches and I'm hoping to finish it as soon as possible; I just need to draw my own OC (and my current bae), since he's also an escort and working for this Quarter Quell. I have some problems figuring out how to draw his hair though.... *scratches head* I'm not gonna tell you his name just yet though, or the other escorts. *smiles mysteriously* b) Ok, I'm REALLY excited about this particular project. According to the plot of Danzón and Celtic's words, there'll be a Pre-Games Party/Victors' Ball hosted by the current president, Pilotheos Blossius, and it will take place after the interviews but the night before the official Hunger Games. Alongside the headshots, I've also gotten permission from Celtic to design the escorts' outfits specifically created for the party! \^.^/ I got, like, so many ideas and I'm so hyped I can't wait to draw them all!!! Besides, my experience in art and knowledge in fashion should come in handy for this project. Depending on the individual escort, I will be taking inspiration from the Hunger Games movies, high fashion/fashion shows, Flare and Elle magazines (maybe Vogue?), fashion shown and created in places like tumblr or Pinterest or Etsy, fashion blogs, and lolita, while still keeping true to the Celtic!verse, the submitters' descriptions, and my own twists on things. I'm also gonna draw my OC in his party outfit for the story (I have something awesome and unique just for him!), but chances are, he'll end up having his own separate page compared to everyone else's because there's a lot of detailed components in his outfits (it doesn't help that his "date" for the night is one of the mentors/co-worker) and he's PROBABLY gonna make ovaries explode (and dicks). The bigger question though; should I draw my OC first or draw the other escorts first? If you want more information on those drawings or have any questions about the escorts before I unleash both of the drawings to the world, just tell me and I'll be willing to answer it! 2. Finish chapter 13 and 14 of Subzero Hero. Subzero Hero is an Ultimate Spider-Man/Rise of the Guardians crossover of mine; so basically, at some point, Spider-Man discovers and meets a superhero who can use, create, and manipulate snow, frost, and ice, which is Jack Frost. At the same time, Peter and his teammates discovers a new student who's attending Midtown High and Peter ends up befriending him. But little did Peter know that his involvement with the new kid, and the new hero in town, will end up triggering and unfolding Jack's motives in the superhero business, with Peter as a catalyst.... believe me, it's a long story, but I promise you it's gonna be epic. It will even be part of a Marvel/Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood series that I've been planning for about 3 years now, with Subzero Hero being the first book. Chapter 13's supposed to contain the 2nd half of the cockroach cockfight (trust me, it's better and worse than it sounds). Chapter 14 will feature bento, somewhere, and I'm plotting another chapter (either 15 or 16) that will feature @winter-is-ending and her 2 OCs, Tracey and Barry. Not gonna spoil everything, but I'll give out several hints: Mel's old YouTube account. Disney. Video games. Ovaries will explode. Then MORE ovaries will explode. Followed by a shower of nosebleeds and hard-ons. 3. Try to stop procrastinating so much and do AT LEAST 1 chapter of either Spying For My Love (a Hetalia spy AU story that involved Norway and Iceland, agents of a top-secret spy organization called WISH, trying to win Liechtenstein's affections while trying to deal with an over-protective former agent and the notorious crime lord (?) Arthur Kirkland/England), Glacial Blaze (Bakugan drabbles about Keith Clay/Keith Fermin/Spectra Phantom, and how he became Spectra), New Lenses, New Insight (originally supposed to be an Ultimate Spider-Man Christmas gift fic for a guy named FrivolousThoughts, but it looks like it will become a two-shot instead..), or Costume Personas (an Avengers Halloween reader-insert where everyone in the world, including the Avengers, got transformed into murderous versions of their Halloween costumes and reader-chan, who's the only one unaffected, has to find a cure before she, or everyone else, gets killed). 4. Finish chapter 28 of Heroes of the Star and the Maple Leaf (a second fanfic of a Bakugan/Hetalia crossover series; this one takes place in Bakugan: New Vestroia and follows a similar plot to the original, but America and Canada are on a mission to save Japan, who somehow got kidnapped and tortured by the Vexos). Honestly, I have NO idea how to work out the plot for the chapter, but it will involve Ace, Marucho, and Shun waking up from their coma-like state and finding themselves in Earth somewhere. I'm hoping to actually finish that one because Bakugan's been around for 10 years now, so I'm planning to celebrate by bringing that story back up somehow. 5. Finish constructing my tumblr blog here. Yeah, it still looks messy but at least I'm getting better at organizing my profile. Hopefully I will also post and reblog stuff for real this time, too. I'm not sure who to tag so... I'm gonna tag @crop-stomper, @americanpi, @nerfherder-han, @vanjestic, @imaginaryanon, and @i-aim-to-overanalyze.

[tintinnabulary]

Archeron Ambrosia

Author’s Note: Okay, I’ve been a long time writer, but I’ve never written fanfiction before. I’ve read way too much in my time, but I never got an idea I was dedicated enough to write. Then this headcanon of Nesta loving baking couldn’t get out of my head until this happened and well, here we are. So hopefully you like this, and it’ll be a multiple chapter thing, but I’m not sure how much or when. And it’s Nessian, Feysand, and Elriel, but I’m not sure how much we’ll focus on the other stories. I know Nessian is going to come through. So, with all due hype, here’s my Bakery/Tattoo Shop AU that I wrote!

Chapter One

Sugar, butter, flour; the three ingredients that can transform into a myriad of edible delicacies. Nesta loved the way she could take any of these three, and with precision and accuracy, could replicate any number of recipes from her tattered old cookbook. She loved that if you followed the directions, every time the same dish would come together, with the same flavors, texture, and consistency--no surprises, you get what you put into it. The recipe book, handed down for three generations, was one of the only good thing to come from her father, and she had baked every recipe at least a dozen times for her family. For her sisters, Feyre and Elain. Now, after years of hard work, reliable recipes, and a degree in business and pastry arts, she was finally ready to open the doors on Archeron Ambrosia--a bakery for the whole family.

Finally, there was a place where the talents of all three sisters could come together to make amazing gifts for the world--beautifully constructed cakes, cookies, and other delectable sweets for every occasion. Nesta baked the fluffy, velvet-like cakes they were famous for, and piped designs with a militant-like precision. Feyre, who was in her sophomore year of art school, took care of painting amazing scenery on special order cakes as well as air brushing some of the more extravagant designs. Elain, who was hoping to open her own floral shop but fell in love with the freedom of fondant flowers, was a master of edible (and non-edible) floral arrangements that couples loved to adorn their wedding cakes. The team they created would meet the needs of every customer under Nesta’s tutelage, and soon customers would be flooding their storefront instead of crashing their online site every other week with orders.

The only problem was the location. With large ovens comes a large bill, and an even larger gas and electric bill, so their storefront was in an edgier part of town. A black-light bowling alley sat catty-corner from the store, with a dive bar next door. Two streets over was a local college, with coffee shops on every corner and small eateries, but the price for rent went up a grand the closer to the college Nesta had looked. So she settled in to the empty store next to a popular tattoo parlor--Illyrian Inscribed. Nesta appreciated the alliteration enough next to her own, and the front looked black, sleek, and clean, so she hoped its presence next to her own store wouldn’t discourage her usual clientele from approaching.

When she bought the store, her sisters had thought she was crazy. It was a fixer-upper, to put it modestly, but Nesta knew that was what she wanted. Control over the paint, the floors, the windows--just like with her cakes, she wanted a clean slate to work from and make her vision come to life. Dark wood floors were laid, a soft blue-grey was painted on the walls to match her eyes, and soon every other piece fell into place. Small cafe tables sat under windows with flowers Elain had arranged. Artwork from Feyre’s latest installation, Night Sky in Solidarity, was prominently displayed surrounding large mirrors to make the space seem larger. And most importantly, the cake display was the center of attention.

A clean, golden display with curved tops, and different shelving spaces--some towering towards the ceiling and some at waist height--gave room for displaying anything from a dozen chocolate cookies, to a six-tier wedding masterpiece. A vintage cash register sat atop the counters, and gave a rustic feel to the entire place. It combined old school elegance with new school clean lines and precision--exactly Nesta’s aesthetic.

After grueling hours of work to place everything where it belonged in the store, and filling the case up with fresh treats for all to enjoy, Nesta was finally able to open the shop.  It was a bright Tuesday morning when she walked up to unlock the doors, Elain bouncing on her heels in excitement.

“I really think we should bring goodies around to the other shops, Nesta! I mean, most of the people who are going to buy from us are the local people. And then they’ll tell people and word will get around and it’ll help business.” Elain followed Nesta inside of the building, and helped flip on lights and the cursive sign that blinked OPEN.

“But that’s going to cut into our profits if we just take merchandise and give it away to everyone in the block. I mean, how many people do you think work at,” Nesta squinted out the window to properly read the sign, “Helion’s Blacklight Balls and Pins?” She shook her head afterwards, dismayed at the name.

“Well, at least to our immediate neighbors. Illyrian Inscribed probably doesn’t have many people. I mean, don’t most tattoo places only have like, five artists hired at a time? Maybe with an apprentice or two?”

“Why do you know so much about tattoo parlors, Elain?”

She blushed. “I just watch tv, okay?”

Nesta sighed and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Fine. We can bring them over a bite sized cookie sampler. It’s from the leftover batter anyways so it won’t hurt our profit too much. You can do it, and I’ll get started in the back. We still have to finish that five layer wedding cake before Thursday.”

“Which one? The one where every layer is a different flavor for Ms. Alias or the floral one for the Spring Court Commissary?”

Nesta audibly groaned as she wrapped her black and pink floral half-apron around her waist. “Both. But I’m trying to finish Alias’s today, and the Spring Court one tomorrow. You’ve got to get going on those flowers. Five layers, five different types of flowers.”

Elain jumped behind the counter and started grabbing cookies from all over, ruining Nesta’s display. She swatted Elain’s hand, and once the sister backed up, she began arranging a plate herself.

“I know. Daisies, roses, baby’s breath, marigolds, and lilies. Who requests baby’s breath for a cake anyways? Those are strictly filler flowers and have no business surrounding a middle tier on a cake masterpiece.”

“I don’t know,” Nesta finished the arrangement, and handed the now full tray back to Elain. “But regardless, it has to get done. So go next door, dazzle them with your doe eyes and magnetic personality, and tell them to come get lunch from here and actually pay for something.”

Elain laughed and began to walk to the door, straightening out imaginary wrinkles in her floral, knee length dress. “Who knows, maybe there’s a handsome fellow over there to sweep me away.”

“Wouldn’t that be grand? They could sweep all of us away.”

Elain sighed, “Yeah,” she walked out the door. “It sure would be…”