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saradrewitt · 2 years ago

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The Six Demons of Elsewhere

LUX "SON OF MIDNIGHT"

Fun facts and just little things I thought of when I began writing for IMIE (Copy and pasted from the IMIE Docs)

I think, for those who know, that I have a lot more ideas, concepts, and writings for my favorite demon Lux. I just think he’s really neat and just a character that I enjoy using for my own religious crises when I get them. Lux is definitely a character that relates to a level of family dilemmas I go through, obviously his experiences are dramatized in the name of his own character design but as a youngest member, still struggling with familial acceptance and expectation, he’s just the best in my opinion. The man got his own spin off comic so I don’t know if that says anything about his character.

For those who don't know he was based off of one of the characters in the Killer in the Mirror music video by Set It Off, and since there was not that much to go off of from the source material I put it upon myself to add him in IMIE for throwback purposes.

This is the guy from the music video btw

In the music video it gave me a mob/cult-like aura to it which was perfect for the plot of IMIE given all the other music videos I wanted to connect together into the story. Even when I went back to writing the official outline for IMIE he and a few other characters like Con and Azah were there for easter eggs. In development, Midnight was the only era that had a good chunk of lore and I needed characters that would give Cody, Zach, and Maxx a hard time in pursuit of freedom.

Some parts of his character now are from ideals I grew up with and just rejected because of my own religious dilemmas in life. Now he’s not a vessel in that nature, he’s just a guy just trying to undo the stupid shit he’s done while trying to get back any form or normalcy in his life. The man literally pitches a cult-like group to collect souls for Nox because that’s the only thing he’s familiar with like c’mon tell me that isn’t religious trauma. On top of that, he definitely was written for me to just also consider other forms of acceptance that aren't from negative people/experiences. I’m not going to lie I'm very proud of this character in terms of writing because I always loved designing characters that fight for what they used to have, only to accept inevitable realities (hence why now it’s important for Lux’s sake that Chlorine is canon in IMIE). Anyway Enjoy!

His official Elsewhere title is Midnight, the people of Elsewhere often call him the “Midnight Demon” or the “Water Demon”

Lux likes polaroid cameras and photography. Having a secret collection of rock magazines and posters of rock starts at shows under his bed.

The only thing he got away with wearing in his childhood was all black, he only owned two band shirts but they were Christian bands but suddenly lost them (no he didn’t he threw them out).

Complete animal lover (animal planet binge watcher). He had a Crocodile Hunter phase.

In Chlorine he cannot stand the neighborhood kids that bother him. He will literally throw hands he dosen’t care, what are you going to do call the police on a dead guy?

Lux secretly owned a dog in an abandoned house in the woods, brought him food, toys, and a doggie bed for him (he named him Wishbone from the show). One day Lux could not find him until he saw him being held by a kid (tail wagging) as they exited a dog shelter. Lux came home happier than normal that day.

He wears eyeliner (prefers pencil) when he isn’t around family (wears it more often now as a demon).

Nearly almost drowned three separate times as a young child. Lux has aquaphobia with a mild tolerance of the ocean (thalassophobia). He cannot get behind swimming and only knows basic swimming methods for survival purposes. Do not expect him to go swimming or invite him to events involving swimming, pools, or large bodies of water. The only place he is fine with staying are the pools located in the abandoned school in Linoleum City.

Suffered from familial and religious abuse. Lived in a VERY religious household.

Lux is definitely left handed. Speaking of left handed, before he became a demon Lux had scars and joint problems from constant blows to it from rulers, belts, and even hardcover books. “The hand of the devil '' his mother would refer. Now those scars and pain have since vanished after his death.

He was neglected throughout most of his childhood, wasn’t a planned child and therefore gets shamed for it most of the time. He even was named after a random relative, who tf knows if it’s from his mother or father’s side he just knows that it was a family member no one talks about. His parents didn’t really care, a name is a name they already used up their planned ones.

Was forced to hide most of the secrets his family church were hiding, some of them involving stealing and laundering money from the church.

Mother encouraged his music interest as long it was for the benefit of his family and the church (absolutely despised his love for metal and rock, said that he would go to hell if he followed that dark and satanic path). Also scared him when it came to the rapture. Just doing her motherly duties by subjecting a 5 year old into a constant state of paranoia.

Father tried to teach him how to swim but grew frustrated with Lux and almost nearly drowned him, he tried to get his brothers to teach him but kind of the same thing almost happened. The first time he almost drowned was because a bunch of church bullies. They tried to push him into a river.

In elementary school he would get bullied, because he was the smallest and the loudest kid in class “my dad says you’re dad is going to hell!”. You would think his older brothers would be there to protect him willingly? No if their father ever found out that Lux got his ass beat and they didn’t do shit its ass kicking for all of them and then 2 weeks of church duties.

Middle school he calmed down until he got into the rock and metal scene and it all started from his music teacher, Mr. Johnson (best fucking teacher in the world).

He’s gotten bullied for getting dropped off to school then putting his mother’s eyeliners in his eyes to appear more grungy. A lot of new words were thrown at him since then. His parents were called one day because he showed up to school and spent an hour changing into his “true form” which was a rock band shirt he stole, some spiked bracelets, fake piercings, jeans and combat boots. His mother spend the entire weekend praying for her son’s soul. While his father beat the shit outta him in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit.

In high school all of that increased until he graduated. Most of his stubbornness was helped by Mrs. Johnson the school nurse (and yes Mr. Johnson’s wife). She was like a second mother to him at that point and he grew very protective of her because she was a veteran rocker in her younger years. She also was there when Lux’s parents died just before his graduation.

After high school he cut contact with his brothers (they moved and left town) and remianed alone since, leaving behind the only two people he cared for and working a shitty office job.

He wants out of Elsewhere so bad it’s like living with your parents. He admittedly missed Elsewhere when it was his era, when he was the top dog, but now it’s mainly because Lux is a punk at heart and current Elsewhere is just overstimulated eyestrain.

If there was anything he fought for before and during the events of Chlorine, it was Cult Linoleum. The one thing that he gave up his life for was purpose and power, so when Nox handed Red’s duties to him he was just living off that high.

He loved the siblings of the cult coming to him for “acceptance” and seeing the beauty in the night. Offering false guidance and relishing in worshiping the night (this was just something he wanted to further develop until Con came to interfere on Nox’s behalf).

In the aftermath of Chlorine we find out that in desperation, Lux “borrows” Con’s ideas for a....church?

Lux practically overpopulated the souls he produced for Nox to the point where a bunch of souls were just crowded in a Nowhere to snack on, but after some disappearing members and sketchy excuses, those numbers went down which is why Nox is really frustrated with him in the beginning of IMIE. Hence the events when Cody, Zach, and Maxx joined.

There was no telling what caused Lux to fail, it might have been growing suspicion, it could have been his own sloppy organization, or it could be someone who changed his motives... either way, he is getting back to earth no matter what…

#fan comic #imie #chlorine #chlorine spin it off comic #chlorine comic #it’s midnight in elsewhere #it’s midnight in elsewhere comic #sara jackalope’s art #sara drewitt’s art

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iiboronii · 5 months ago

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YOUR MINDDDDDDDDDD I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND. Every time I see you worldbuild it's so magical. It's Onceler theorist summer and I'm LOVING IT!!!!!

Now for my commentary on the confneection building because of COURSE I’m enthralled by this. Before we get started, I’m super sorry for how long this post is </3 I got carried away thinking LOL.

Unfortunately the link to the actual blueprint isn't working for me (it be like that sometimes), but I assume it's this post of Mr. Onceler's blueprint? Shoutout to Miru for still being here after 12 years btw. (AND YES WHEN HE’S BRAINSTORMING HIS PLANS??? <33333333333)

I cannot believe that man created an ENTIRE building for thneed based foods. Or just sweets maybe? In the 2012 version, that man is a FIEND for sweets, so I wouldn't be surprised if he just wanted to eat thneed based sweets and therefore made a whole building about it. Since thneed treats of all types were available in the 1972 version, I'm going to assume they were available in the 2012 version, too, and that the confneection building was named because Onceler was like "ooh look at my creative wordplay!"

I NEED to know how thneed food is made so bad now that you bring this up. Do we think truffula tufts are edible raw and unprocessed and just not very tasty? Or do we think they HAVE to be made into thneeds (much like how stinging nettles have to be cooked/heated in some way to become safe) before being consumed? What about the process of making a thneed turns it into the perfect base for making foods? SO MANY QUESTIONS-

The amount of processing a truffula tuft needs to become edible reminds me of the organic chemistry synthesis experiments I've had to do (some are sooo beautifully simple, while others had me in the lab for an extra 30 minutes). Where do we think a thneed falls in a range of "it's easy as pie!" to "I'll be working late tonight" in terms of making them edible? I imagine the process is truffula tufts -> thneed (edible but not flavorful) -> thneed based food (edible and yummy, like the Onceler burgers and whatnot). Maybe they’re sold to restaurants wholesale, too, just like a restaurant buying other ingredients. So then we’ve got the confneection building for specifically Onceler made treats that come out of his factory, and then we’ve got other places putting their own spin on edible thneeds. That is, until he buys them out and they’re now just another Onceler owned chain. But then that begs the question, can normal people turn thneeds into foods? Or is it too complicated? “Try it in soup, it adds great zest” from the 1972 version of Everybody Needs A Thneed implies that it’s possible, but do we think they’d be easy for the average person to make? Does it depend on the recipe? As for what a thneed on its own tastes like, I think you're spot on with it being absorbant of other flavors and not having much of a taste on its own. Like I said earlier, "It tastes like bread without the crust" 100% makes me think of something that doesn't taste like much on its own. I imagine it being like pizza or bread dough, relatively tasteless until something flavors it. You can sure eat it, but it's so much better when you have something else with it or when you've done something else to it. And as for the texture thneeds look hairy and are made from truffula tufts so part of me HOPES they're processed to be... Less hairy before they’re made with the intention of being eaten. Maybe they'd be good for cotton candy if they're not processed to have a more palate friendly texture? The thought of what citizens of Thneedville are doing with parts of the truffula trees for food is SO FASCINATING TO ME. Butterfly milk extract as a new flavor IS SUCH A FUN THOUGHT???? I want to see people slowly transitioning from vanilla extract to butterfly milk extract. And I've been wondering about truffula fruits FOR FOREVERRR YOU GET ME <33. Because that in itself IS edible y'know? Imagine the profit the business could make by just selling truffula fruits. I imagine that they became like coconuts in the grocery store (seen as fancy and not an everyday fruit, but accessible nonetheless). People were probably making truffula fruit pies and hoping that they’d turn out good because if not then they just wasted a slightly uncomfortable amount of money. I’ve had the idea of truffula fruit perfume of some sort for awhile, I imagine it smells like butterfly milk. Or maybe the fruits smell different and more... Fruity? THNEEDBLR IS TAKING ME OUT BTW,,, I will be thinking about Thneedblr for the next eternity. I’m sure there were people making those blog recipe posts where they tell their life story and how the recipe came to be before posting the ACTUAL recipe. And back to the idea of vanilla extract being phased out for butterfly milk extract, I can just SEE people googling “butterfly milk extract substitutes” after reading one of those recipes and seeing vanilla extract appear as the top substitute. Some food snobs are probably like “there’s a veeeery slight difference in flavor" and don't shut up about it.

AND OF COURSE I HAD TO READ YOUR POST AND EVERYONE'S REPLIES ABOUT THNEED FOODS. I'M SO IN LOVE WITH EVERYONE'S THEORIES EVERYONE COME JOIN US FOR ONCELER THEORIST SUMMER!!!!!!! I loveloveLOVED the thoughts on greenwashing. I can see how the PR people would spin this into a "you're saving the animals!" narrative and I love it (not the greenwashing but the worldbuilding aspect LMFAO). Everyone in the confneection building would be hard at work trying to make thneed ice cream completely dairy free, just so that they’d be able to make claims of their product being vegan. Since you mentioned ice cream earlier, I feel like somehow the thneed would BECOME the base? I don’t know I’m not all that knowledgeable about ice cream making, but I think they’d find a way to do it. With enough money, anything is possible!

As for the last post you linked to, I SHARE THIS PERSON’S THEORY ABOUT TRUFFULA FRUIT PERFUME. WE ARE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH I LOVE IT HERE. I’m all for the Onceler using every part of the tree for profit. It’s all about profit but I’ve always held the belief that it’s best to use the whole resource if you can, so I really like the idea of the Onceler and his employees trying to find a use for every little part of the tree. Thinking about the trees being endemic??? Ohhh how devistating. Imagine not only getting blamed for the failing of an entire ecosystem, but wiping out a species of trees in their entirety. It's almost too painful to think about. AND HOW DARE YOU LEAVE THIS IN THE TAGS????

Here's a clickable link to the jars post those that want one (if anyone still happens to be reading). He's such an interesting man. Alcohol next to the cookie jar is SENDING ME LMFAOOO. AND THAT'S 100% TRUFFULA FRUIT SYRUP AND JAM IDC WHAT ANYBODY SAYS. His kitchen makes me think sooo hard. If thneeds didn't make it big he'd try and win his family's love by becoming a baker. Maybe he tried while at home but his family was unsupportive as always!

SORRY THIS WAS A WHOLE ESSAY but I had a LOT of thoughts about the Onceler and the confneection building. I could talk forever. So yeah in conclusion thneeds are yummy and everyone should eat them! :D

WAIT IIBORONII DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE CONFNEECTION BUILDING IN THE ONCELER'S BLUEPRINTS BECAUSE I'M SO ILL ABOUT THE POSSIBILITIES OF THE CONFNEECTION BUILDING-

ALSO just the fact that thneeds are canonically both edible and smokeable according to the 1972 Everybody Needs a Thneed song is amazing to me aksjfsdlkf

NO EXPLAIN THIS RIGHT NOW PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE CONFNEECTION BUILDING LORE IS,,, ALSO HELP THAT LIVES SOOO RENT FREE IN MY HEAD. Like I literally hear "try it in soup, it adds great zest!" in my head sometimes and I'm like "the thneed WHAT?????" And the imagery of someone smoking a thneed?? Priceless. Aaaaaah I love oncelerposting it's my favorite summer activity

#it's onceler theorist summer #I'M SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG I SPENT THE ENTIRE AFTERNOON ON AND OFF WRITING IT #i proofread this but i'm sure there's still mistakes and gaps in logic i am sorry for that #total page count on google docs? a little over two.#i'm like if a person was insane.#ARTIC TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR AUS I'M LISTENING I'M LITERALLY RIGHT HERE #buttermilk daydreams is SUCH A CUTE NAME AAAAAAAAAAA #where do i go to find out more about your own aus is there stuff on your blog???? or do i have to wait????#WHAT IS THE FLOOD I NEED TO KNOW I'M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH THINKING ABOUT IT DROP SOME LORE FOR ME #onceler #lorax 2012 #should i just consolidate all of my oncelerposting under “the lorax” instead of specifying if i'm talking about 2012 or 1972?#bc usually those two things are highly linked anyways... at least around here they are #i'm using “it's onceler theorist summer” as an official tag bc that's toooooo good #posting this feels like showing off something you worked on for a really long time to your friends and hoping they dont think you're insane #unfortunately. i am insane.#like THIS IS A WHOLE ESSAY. THIS MIGHT GENUINELY BE LONGER THAN SOME OF THE ESSAYS I'VE WRITTEN FOR SCHOOL #i just love talking about the silly green thing. everyone talk to me about him.

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liyuesbian · 3 years ago

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hi! this so my first time requesting on your blog so i’m very excited but back to the point would i have some taking care of you when you’re sick stuff for jean, ganyu, and ningguang.

if you aren’t up to writing this or are uncomfortable w this request feel free to ignore best of wishes bye bye !!

contains: sick fic!au, college!au with jean, modern!au with ganyu and ningguang

notes: ahh what i coincidence! i got my 2nd covid vaccine the day you requested this AHAHA meaning, i did have a bit of a fever but i was alright after a day :) btw i should've specified in my carrd that i don't do general hcs so i wrote scenarios for each chara bc those tend to be longer! (also, you're my first ever request tysm <3)

jean

you're the sickly patient yet jean is the one panicking and freaking out.

your childhood friend had called you a while ago after she heard that you hadn't gone to any of your lectures today.

she asked about your whereabouts and whether you were alright or needed anything.

"i'm all good," you try to mask your hoarse voice but nothing gets past the criminology and psychology major. "i'm not dying or anything."

"are you absolutely positive?"

the last two words are embedded with doubt and you just know she's trying her hardest not to succumb to her caregiving instincts.

you sigh.

"yeah."

you hang up saying you'll be alright on your own, that she doesn't have to be troubled but a part of you regrets your words.

maybe it would've been good to receive help in a state such as your own.

however, there's nothing you can do about it now and you'd feel pretty mean if you made jean come over when she must have other things on her plate.

an hour passes and you get up groggily to eat something.

as you're scouring the kitchen for food, you come to a realisation.

shit, there's nothing to eat.

you groan, irritated. i was supposed to go grocery shopping yesterday. how could i forget?

there's no chance of you doing any errands today so instead, you pour yourself a glass of water and jump into bed, burying yourself in pillows.

not even a moment later, someone barges into your room without knocking.

you know who it is before they say anything.

"jean!" you chastise. "what are you doing?"

your throat is sore and it hurts to talk so you end up in a fit of coughs.

"see, you aren't fine at all," she tuts. "you have to tell me if you're unwell or else i'll never know."

you exhale and pout.

"it seems like you knew this time though."

you lift yourself up to a sitting position to emphasise your point but when you do, your head suddenly starts to spin.

your friend notices and hurries to your side to keep you upright.

"are you okay?" she whispers tenderly.

you shake your head but the movement makes you more light-headed.

exhausted, you press your forehead into the crook of jean's neck.

"you're nice and cold," you murmur.

the physical contact relieves your growing body temperature.

but the chill is lost when jean moves a hand to your neck and then your head.

"we need to take your temperature—you're boiling."

jean takes her hand off your forehead and for a second, you miss her touch.

"i don't have a thermometer though," you admit.

"you... don't have a thermometer?" jean asks, shocked.

"i just never thought it was necessary," you reply with a shrug.

she stares at you in disbelief then shakes her head.

"you should've told me." she tucks you into bed with an ice bag on top of your head.

seeing her face up close, you notice the creases engraved between her eyebrows and the way she chews on the inside of her left cheek as a result of her worry.

jean holds your gaze briefly and you observe her pupils dilate.

the intimacy makes you both feel self-conscious and you part your lips to breathe in some much needed air.

she allows a small smile to form and says she'll pop out for a quick trip to the pharmacy but before she sets off, she makes sure to quickly add, "stay here and don't move."

you giggle softly.

as if you had any energy left to move.

for some reason, the statement plagues you and you pull up your blanket to hide a section of your face.

stop making me feel special, jean.

after she returns with bags of food—yes, she noticed your empty fridge—and medicine in her arms, jean catches your sleeping form.

she places the bags quietly on the floor and sits next to you.

you begin to stir when you sense the mattress dip and a person's fingers brushing the hair away from your face.

"hello again." you yawn and remember what jean said before she departed.

"what would you have done if i'd left?"

"i have the thermometer," jean waves the packaged product in her hand. "...and to answer your question, i probably would've found you and put you in solitary confinement," jean chuckles.

"but... i'm not klee!"

she shrugs in reply.

"i'll be in the kitchen making some soup for you," the psych major points to your abdomen. "i heard your stomach rumbling in your sleep."

"wait, really?!"

ganyu

you can hear the pitter patters of raindrops against the hospital window.

oddly, it soothes your splitting headache and the soundscape is enough to help you drift off to sleep.

you're one of the liyue qixing's secretaries and your being ill is most likely due to the abundance of overtime you'd volunteered to do recently.

the reason behind your late hours were kept under the guise of "needing the extra pay" but in reality, you had witnessed ganyu and her habit of taking on extra hours.

you could tell it wasn't doing her any good so you thought if you offered your own services, she would eventually stop.

of course, the notorious workaholic didn't follow the plan you had imagined in your head.

either way, you got a lot more out of doing overtime than you had expected.

after spending more time with ganyu, she started to grow on you and her presence was a comfort especially in the workplace: the rumours about her being extremely efficient and diligent were more than accurate!

perhaps it was that you'd gotten too used to being around her and matching her abnormal pace that you'd finally landed yourself in a&e.

the doctor had told you that you'd collapsed from overwork and urgently needed to take a break and stay hydrated—that's another thing added to your list of worries.

first, the almost certain pile of documents already on your desk and then your lack of water intake.

yet here you are, lying in bed doing nothing to improve either.

except for, maybe, the later.

you shift over into a fetal position, away from the door, and shut your eyes tight, trying to keep your mind off your terrible fate until you hear a soft rap.

you assume it's one of the nurses coming to do their checkups so you call out to allow them in.

"hi," you hear a timid voice. "huixin told me you aren't feeling very well."

you recognise the voice and lift your head over your shoulders to confirm your guess.

a blue-haired woman dusts the rain from her bangs and sets an unopened umbrella to the side to balance against the wall.

mini puddles pool around her feet, her raincoat dripping from the weather.

the momentary silence between the two of you enhances the melody of the downpour outside but it's broken when you ask about work.

as she talks, her eyes settle on your figure under the covers and she stops, concern evident on her face.

ganyu makes a beeline to the side of the bed you're facing.

she cups your head in her hands and scans your hollowed face with worried eyes.

your heart soars when she does this and the continuous pounding against your ribcage makes it hard to breathe.

she's too close.

when ganyu finally retreats, you compose yourself to find the words to ease her fretting.

"i-i'm really fine," you respond somewhat unconvincingly as it's soon followed with a bout of coughs and sniffles.

ganyu frowns.

"you're really not... i'll assist in nursing you back to health."

she neatly places her jacket on the chair nearby and brings a basket of fruits to the table next to you.

"oh—! i also noticed your paperwork accumulating so i went ahead and did the majority of it."

dumbfounded, your eyes widen.

"you really didn't have to!"

alarmed, you attempt to sit yourself up but fail.

your coworker rushes to your side.

"please be careful." she berates you. "i feel partly responsible for your condition... after all, i did push you a bit hard and it wasn't even during your work hours!"

her expression is one of remorse and it makes you wince.

"no, it was my choice to do extra and besides," you console. "i don't regret any of it—you helped make it a lot more bearable."

and you give her the best smile you can muster.

you aren't sure if what you said was too direct but you hope you got your point across.

shyly, you glance up to examine her reaction only to see pink shades dusted on her cheeks.

why is she blushing?

ganyu's unprecedented response flusters you and when the doctor walks in, he also doesn't know what to make of the two of you and your countenances.

ningguang

"darling, please. i promise you a hot bath will help," ningguang offers but you shake your head underneath the covers.

"i don't want to move," you manage to croak out.

heat sears through your body and your head rings.

there's no way you can force your body to do any sort of activity but your lover keeps insisting.

"you're sure? i prepared a bubble bath though."

your ears perk up when you hear "bubble bath".

you hadn't had one in a long time which makes it all the more tempting.

pretending to half-heartedly give in, you mumble, "oh alright. seeing as you went through all the effort."

ningguang breathes out a laugh and you beam slightly.

she supports you out of bed and asks if you want to be carried.

the idea makes you burn up and you deny her outstreched arms.

that would be way too humiliating! you think to yourself as you follow behind her.

when you're inside the bathroom, your eyes light up as you spot the bathtub filled to the brim with bubbles.

unfortunately, the sudden adrenaline must've been too excessive as your brain feels like it'll hammer through your skull.

you clutch your head in pain but before you can fall to your knees, ningguang catches you.

the scene makes you forget your ails and you giggle.

"are we in a romcom right now?" you say with a weak grin and she returns the favour.

"maybe this is the friends to lovers arc where you spend a week being sick and make me do everything for you," she adds to your banter.

"and when i'm in better health, i'll still continue with the whole 'sick' act to spend more time with you because i secretly like you."

you tap her nose in an endearing manner.

"and then i end up falling for you."

ningguang raises her eyebrows in amusement and lifts her fingers to caress your ears.

her touch brings you back to the reality of the situation and you stumble out of her arms.

"the bubble bath might be going cold!" you remember.

as you're fiddling with the buttons on your pajama shirt, working from top to bottom, ningguang kneels and helps to do the ones from the bottom to the top until you both meet in the middle.

she smiles up at you and you swear it felt like you were a little kid again.

she would make a great mum.

the thought exits your mind as quickly as it had entered.

you can't go thinking about having children in this moment!

behind you, the businesswoman briefly looks away while you strip yourself of your other garments.

she only resumes her gaze when you're submerged into the water and covered in bubbles.

you bring your legs up to your chest and warp your arms around them, leaning back against the bathtub and embracing the warmth of the water.

your head still buzzes but it's tolerable.

as you close your eyes you hear ningguang ask if you'd like some more painkillers but you decline.

"would you like me to wash your hair?"

you can sense the readiness in her voice and it's clear she wants to do something to be of use so you accept her offer.

she reaches for the bottle of shampoo, running it through your hair enough times to work it into a lather.

gently, she massages your scalp and you feel like you've ascended to the heavens.

the pads of her fingers feel pleasant against your skin and you lean into her touch.

you're in such a state of bliss that you could sleep in the bathtub!

it feels nice, having a loved one give you so much attention, ensuring you're loved in return.

and your walls come crashing down when ningguang cups water from the bath and runs it down your shoulders to erase the soap suds all so she could plant small kisses on your back.

"my darling, why are you crying?" ningguang worries. "do you want me to stop? or do you need some medicine?"

you shake your head vehemently.

"i love you so much."

this catches ningguang off-guard but she quickly regains her composure to reply with an: "i love you too, my dear."

you watch as the corners of her lips upturn and her eyes curve into the shape of crescent moons.

"i really do love you."

you hear a chuckle.

"and i love you more."

end notes: hi again! i had to use some prompts for jean's because i couldn't think of an idea for a story. everything i thought of was too similar to ganyu's hehe. here are the prompts that i incorporated! one | two

i feel like i veered off the request for ganyu... i was meant to do something along the lines of "acts of service" for her so while you're ill she would help u out with work and stuff.. maybe i should've written it in ganyu's perspective instead :o

for ningguang, i feel like she would definitely baby you. honestly, i've always wanted to write a bath comfort scene so i thought i'd take the opportunity!

anyway, i hope this was to your liking! i'm really sorry it took so long.

#genshin #genshin x reader #jean #jean gunnhildr #jean x reader #ningguang #ningguang x reader #ganyu #ganyu x reader #genshin fluff #genshin women #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin au #genshin impact

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tangledinmdzs · 4 years ago

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Hello! If it's ok, can I ask for some headcanons about Juniors when they accidentally touch a headband (head ribbon?? how is it called?) Of their crush from a Lan sect? Btw, I looooove this blog (and you)! And I really like the way you edit your texts, idk just your emphasis of this little emotional parts in cursive and this ?indent? (once again Idk what it's called, English isn't my first language, I'm sorry) adds to the atmosphere so much, in my opinion. Anyway, love you 💗

hi friend!

ahh, thank you for your all compliments! making me feel all the fluffiness on the inside! and i’m so glad that you’ve taken a liking to the text editing. :) i’ve been working around and playing with that and finally just settled on the format now. thank you so much!

and such a cute request for our lovely Lan Juniors, i would love to write it for you!

cheers~

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Lan Sizhui

“it’s-”

you barely have time to finish your sentence when Sizhui spins around, his hand latching onto his forehead ribbon that was falling off

you both stare at each other with wide eyes

you didn’t mean to catch onto the end of the ribbon like you did, but it had fallen

“it-it was falling, i didn’t mean to-” you try to explain and watch as Sizhui’s flicker between your hand that’s holding on the end of his forehead ribbon and his own end

you widen your eyes at the insinuation,

you release your end, hand drawing back as if burned

“i’m so so so so sorry, Sizhui, I’m really sorry” you apologize profusely because it was inappropriate and wrong and it was a responsibility-

“you’re responsible,”

you widen your eyes and look up to him, confused, scared

“what?” you breathe out, because you both don’t know each other really well and also what? how were you supposed to be responsible for him???-

“h-how can i? why, i mean, what?” you ask in complete shock and Sizhui holds his forehead ribbon in his hand, steps close to you

you move back as he moves close, until your back suddenly hits the tree trunk that you didn’t see before

“you’re responsible now,” Sizhui tells you, when you can’t move back any more

you blink at him, wondering what the fate you had just bought to yourself

Lan Jingyi

“ah, ”

Jingyi looks back at the sound of your voice, eyes widening at your hand on his personal box

“y/n! that’s my-”

you, being the curious friend that you are, had already taken out the folded forehead ribbon without ask, taking in the sight of it in your hand

it was your first time at the Lan Gusu Sect, and your sect did not share the same traditions that they upheld

so you didn’t know,

“wow, this design is so beautiful,” you note, finger gently running over the cool metal of the carved out clouds

before you can get a better look, the forehead ribbon is ripped from your hands

you look up immediately at Lan Jingyi, his face a tomato red, his eyes a darker shade than the carefree easy spirit that had welcomed you and your sect at your stay here only a few hours ago,

“Jingyi,” you call to him, but he has already stomped away

he’s more than embarrassed and he can’t bring it in himself to tell you what the meaning of your touch holds in his clan

because would you dare to be the first?

be the only one for him?

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shadow--writer · 4 years ago

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And I'm Gonna go There Free, Like the Fool I am and I'll Always be

How chaotic can one Shade with the ability to word get? just learned to do a fancy thing too look at me go

The answer is very. Will I make a series after this? Who knows it’s very tempting. God I should make a post about this au as well lol. I pounded this out in one sitting btw. (song btw).

--Maeve x Lucas (WITH some Amani x Zora in there too bitches look at me)--Modern au but not fight club lol my own kinda modern au-ish--4.2k words holy shit--

TW: none!

Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, tHEY ARE SO CUTE OMFG, Amani is a shithead, good lord I hope I got Zora’s character right, dancing, how much domestic fluff can I fit into one fic, FRIENDSHIP, dorks in love

In which dance lessons take a...different turn. Also Amani breaks into Maeve’s apartment and steals a barstool.

@mineshaft-birdie @dela-png

The day was a slow one. It was midafternoon and they had just finished up spring cleaning.

She swayed her hips, humming along to the music playing. Lucas watched her from his spot on the couch, his off tune hum making her smile. She arched her back, leaning back with another sway. Her fingertips brushed the floor before she brought herself back up to her feet.

He clapped making her giggle. “Amazing,” he said, a smile clear in just the tone of his voice.

“I can teach you, you know,” she said, looking back at him. He held out a hand for her to grab, leading her to sit down on his lap. She straddled his hips, tucking her feet under his thighs. “How to dance, I mean,” she said, kissing his cheek.

“You’ve seen me dance.”

“Exactly. You’ve seen me cook and yet you still try to help me. I want to do something for you in return.”

“Like teach me to dance?”

She leaned back, smiling. “Yeah! It’s fun. It’s great to let off steam, and it’s quite a workout. Besides I just...want to see you dance.”

“...I look like a dead fish a little kid is playing with.”

“Whoa that was specific.”

“...mmmmhm.”

She snorted, kissing the tip of his nose. She was not going to ask.

She pushed up off his lap, shrugging her jacket off. He let out a low whistle, making her laugh as she tossed the jacket aside.

“Didn’t know it would be this kind of dancing.”

“Oh hush.” She shot him a look over her shoulder, throwing her hair up into a messy ponytail. “Can you help me move our furniture? Unless you want to move to my studio?” Her aerial silks studio. Only reason she bought this apartment.

That and the nice view (along with walking distance to work but shush).

“...I might wreck your TV.”

“Studio it is then. If you want to get changed that’d be good too. Jeans aren’t uhh...the best to learn a dance in.”

He let out a low sigh before getting to his feet. “Studio?”

“Yeah I just need to clean it up a little.”

“...you’re not gonna back down from this, are you?”

“Nope! Now go change.” He ruffled her hair against her protests, steps heavy as he walked to their bedroom. “The shirt is optional!” she called after him.

He snorted, yelling back. “So is yours!”

She bit her lower lip to keep from grinning, fixing her ponytail. She grabbed her phone, going over into the studio to pin up her silks. On her way she picked up a little green box from the table in the hall. That same table Lucas kept bumping his legs against.

She giggled at the thought, feeling nerves and butterflies flutter in her stomach as she looked at the box. She told Amani about what she was planning to do and today felt...right.

Shoving it in her pocket she went to pin her silks up.

He walked into the studio by the time she was finishing pinning the last one. She knew he had walked in due to the laughter.

So yeah maybe she was on her tiptoes on a ladder.

Har de har har.

“You know if you needed help you could’ve just asked,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. She turned to look at him with a little huff, the ladder shaking under the abrupt movement.

“Well I’m sorry I was cursed with being short.”

“You sure you don’t need help?”

“I’m doing just fine thank you,” she sniffed, turning back around. She finished pinning the last silk, climbing down and putting the ladder back where it was. Smoothing down the front of her crop top she turned to look at him.

“Okay now. That’s done, we can get into it!”

“...hurray.”

“Oh come on a little more pep please.”

“...hurray?”

“....that’ll have to do for now. Now where do you want to start?”

“Something easy?”

“...hmm wanna try mambo?”

“Is it easy?”

“Well not easy easy but it’s not that complicated. We can start with some of the simple movements, like the forward back step. If you’re feeling up for it I can also teach you how to dip.”

“Dip?”

She pursed her lips, walking back over to him. He had shed his jacket and opted for sweatpants. She was a little disappointed he still had his shirt on but she could wave it off. They both were in socks, making mambo a little harder but she was up for the challenge.

“Here I can show you…” she said, grabbing his hands. He just watched her as she shifted one of his hands up on her shoulder, the other on her upper arm. She did her best to keep her hands on his upper back, leading him into a small side shuffle to lead into the dip.

Keeping her body straight she shifted her weight into dipping him. His hands gripped her arm and shoulder, eyes widening.

Good gravy was he heavy.

“The hell are they feeding you?” she breathed.

He blinked before laughing. “Ouch firefly, that stings.”

She rolled her eyes, lifting him back up. She let out a little huff of air as he kissed her softly. After pulling away he stood upright. “So that’s a dip. Think you’d be up for learning it?”

“It doesn’t seem super hard.”

She brightened. “It really isn’t! When you do dip me though, don’t lean close, it hurts my back.”

“Ah! Gotcha.”

“For now it’s forward backward mambo steps!” She grinned a little, adjusting the ribbon in her hair. He stared at it for a moment, the deep blue bringing out the darkness of her hair. She smiled, grabbing his hands again.

“Where’d you get that?” he asked.

“Aislin bought it for me a while back. Haven’t had the chance to wear it.”

“It’s beautiful on you.”

“O-Oh,” she stuttered, her cheeks warming. She ducked her head a little, embarrassed. She still wasn’t used to his out of the blue compliments even after being with him for so long.

He coughed, squeezing her hands. “Dancing?”

“Yes! Right! Dancing!” she chirped, head snapping back up. Her brows were set with determination.

She was going to get him to dance well. She would or she’d die trying.

“So...where do we start?” he asked, just standing there awkwardly.

“Well first with foot movements. Then hand placements. Put it together. Forward and back are the easiest steps, but it gets harder with more complex hand movements and spins.”

He looked horrified, she quickly cut back in. “For now though, forward and back. After you learn to dip me maybe we can learn side to side.”

He nodded, a stubborn gleam sneaking into his eye.

“So first is how you move your feet.” She let go of his hands, moving to a spot in front of him. “We start on the second beat, and when we dance together we start on our right foot.”

She stepped forward on her right foot, brought it back to the middle with her left, back behind her, and finished by bringing it back to her left in the middle.

“Oh that...doesn’t seem all that bad.”

“When you move faster it gets a little tricky, but yeah! Not super complicated. When you add the hips in…” she repeated what she did, but swaying her hips side to side along with her arms. “Now you try it with me!”

His movements were a little jerky, and he kept overstepping the middle but…

“You’re doing great!” she said with a large grin, backing up to set up music on her phone. Soft riffs of a guitar played as she shuffled her playlist.

“Can we...try it together?” he asked, eyes lighting up at her praise. He held a hand out for her to take. She walked closer to him, his hand warm and all encompassing around hers.

“Sure. Arms.” He squeezed her hand once before letting it go and held his arms out. She lifted his left arm up, lacing their fingers together. She moved his other hand to the small of her back, resting her arm on top of his, not quite reaching his shoulders. One issue with a height difference was that dancing would be a pain.

“Like this?” he asked, fingers tapping on her back. She squirmed a little at the touch, making him smile.

“Yeah! But not as tense,” she said, starting them off. He fell into it pretty quickly, what she dubbed his ‘focused face’ coming back into play. She felt a dopey smile climb across her face as she looked at him.

When he got closer she shifted him back with a small glare. “Dance space, my love.” She let go of his arms to gesture. “This is mine.” She made a circle with her arms, he did the same. “That is yours.”

She grabbed his hands again. “No looking down,” she said with a giggle. “My eyes are up here. You can do this.”

They quickly fell into a rhythm, he was catching on quickly.

Then his arms got too loose. And he got very grabby, his hands traveling down south to her butt.

“Noodle arms!” she gasped, moving her arm from his shoulder to swat his hand. “No wandering hands!” He pretended to pout, falling back into the dance again.

He went in for a kiss, she moved her head so he got her chin and neck. His lips traveled down her neck as she squirmed, pushing at his chest with a laugh. “You are invading my dance space!”

She let go of him, pointing to her space again. “This is my dance space.” She pointed back to him. “That is yours. Let’s try it again.”

They went back to it for another moment, her eyes darting to her feet, before he tugged her closer, tilting her head up. “Don’t look down,” he said, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “Look right at me.”

She snorted, stretching up on her toes to kiss his neck. “Hey now! Dance space!” he said with a laugh, pushing her back into position. His hair was escaping the little ponytail he had tied at the nape of his neck. She fought the urge to run her hands through it as it curled around his face in an adorable way.

After their laughter quelled they settled into the movements. His tongue peaked out from between his lips as he concentrated, brows furrowed. He was slowly getting the loose but structured part of the arms, them moving in sync.

Then ‘Toxic’ started blasting. She started humming along, lip syncing to it. He snorted, losing the rhythm a little as he watched her lose the mambo, moving her shoulders to the beat.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You love me.”

“Very much, but you’re still ridiculous.”

She arched her back away from his hands, spinning out of his grip, lip syncing but with passion. He laughed, moving back closer to her. She held and shook her head at ‘spinning round and round’ as he hooked his fingers through the belt loops of her pants.

“Do you feel me now?” she sang softly, smiling. He rolled his eyes once before kissing her. She giggled, swaying back and forth in his arms.

“What’s up bitches!” someone yelled from behind them. They jumped apart, Lucas yanking his hands out of her belt loops, her tripping over her own feet, face burning crimson. Toxic still merrily played behind them.

“Amani, you spooked them.”

“Good.”

Maeve spun to look at the intruders. Ah. Of course. Amani. Oh but Zora was with her. That was great. The only voice of reason in this fucking group had just broke into her house. Ah yes that bode well.

Maeve rubbed her temples before cracking an eye open. “How the fuck did you get into my- ...is that a barstool from my kitchen?”

“Yeah,” Amani replied with a shrug.

“...you just broke into my apartment, grabbed a stool from my kitchen, and brought it into the studio with you?”

“Well there’s no other fuckin places to sit in this studio besides the floor and I’m not an animal!”

“...yeah. Sure.”

“Maeve!” Amani gasped, offended.

“Well sweetheart, we did break into her apartment.”

“Not my fault she keeps the spare keys by her bed!”

“So that’s where they went!”

“...Zora I can’t believe you fed into this,” Lucas said once he got himself together from the embarrassment of being walked in on. “I thought you were the smart one.”

“Oh no I’m the one who acts smart but is the worst out of all of you.”

“WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!”

Amani had set the stool down and was sitting on it the way a man on the subway would sit.

Aka Legs spread and looking like she was going to melt right off of it. Maeve could feel a headache coming on.

“Was bored,” Amani offered.

“...so you decided to commit a crime?”

“Yeah.”

“Amani I’m gonna need a better answer than that for I am three seconds away from throwing you out a window.”

“Ouch Maevey that hurts.”

“One...two.”

“Got bored and decided to say hi. ‘Sides I brought the keys back.”

Maeve turned to look at Zora. Not the answer she wanted but it would do. “And you. What is your excuse?”

“Amani dragged me along. I was also bored.”

She turned to look at Lucas. “So these are the people we surround ourselves with?”

“Apparently.”

“Look without us you two would’ve been gettin it on in the studio. Woulda made a mess,” Amani cut it. Maeve felt her ears go red.

“We were not,” she sputtered. “I was teaching him to dance!”

“...uh huh.”

“That’s it!”

“It’s true! She’s teaching me mambo.”

“...can he actually dance it though?”

“Amani I’m hurt by that statement.”

“Well can he?”

“We’re learning forward backward steps Amani. He can’t mess those up.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Amani I thought we were friends!”

“Exactly.”

“Amani!”

Maeve snorted, looking over at Zora who was trying not to laugh. “Bored you say?”

“Well that and Amani just wanted to see you two.”

“...see us?” Lucas asked. “Why?”

“Uhh to congratulate the happy couple on their engagement, duh.”

“Amani!” Zora hissed, gesturing to both of their very empty ring fingers. Amani didn’t see her girlfriend’s increasingly panicked hand movements.

Maeve felt her heart stop and sink straight into her feet. All the colour drained from her and Lucas’s faces.

“...engagement?” Lucas peeped.

Amani watched their reactions, face growing more confused. “What? You did ask her, didn’t you?”

“...no.”

Amani’s eyes went as wide as saucers. “Oh SHIT.”

Zora smacked her forehead. “Oy vey,” she muttered. “Amani, baby, I love you but-”

Maeve didn’t hear the rest of her sentence, she only turned to look at Lucas. He still looked broken, she swore she could hear dial up streaming from his ears.

“Darling?” she asked softly. He turned to look at her, cheeks reddening.

“I have something to tell you,” they both sputtered at the same time.

She blinked. “You first.” Again said at the same time.

“No you,” she said.

“No no, yours sounds important.”

The box in her pocket grew heavier with every heartbeat. God damnit Amani.

“Well I...um,” she looked away, fidgeting. She never really felt nervous like this but...it was a big moment.

She turned to shoot a low glare at Amani who only offered up a small nervous smile. God fucking damnit.

“Well I was planning on doing this while we were alone,” she huffed, looking back at Lucas. She shoved her hand in her pocket, trying to fight the stutter out of her voice. “But apparently we had two guests coming over.”

“Just get it over with- OW!”

She looked just in time to see Zora elbow Amani in the side. Amani muttered bitterly about how that ‘fuckin hurt’. Zora only shot Maeve a smile and a thumbs up.

While she appreciated the sentiment…

She looked back at her boyfriend, letting out a low sigh. “I love you.”

“...uh oh.”

“Oh hush you.” He chuckled. It was like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. “Fuck, I love you,” she whispered. He blinked, almost shell shocked. “I want to marry you,” she blurted out.

“Yeah I love you- w-what?!”

She pursed her lips, letting out a little sigh. “Goddess I’m no good with words. Sometimes I wonder how I even got to date you. I’m blunt and mean and rude and vulgar but…” she dragged the box out of her pocket. “I managed to fall in love with a dumbass and a dork so it isn’t all that bad, right?”

“Maeve?”

“Holy fuck Lucas she’s asking you to spend the rest of your lives together!” Amani yelled from where she was sitting.

No yelp, in fact Zora was nodding. The look Maeve shot her said all she needed to know. “What? Ami isn’t wrong.”

“You two are the worst,” Maeve groused.

“You want to...marry me?” Lucas finally let out.

She opened the box she was holding, rolling her eyes with a little smile. “Well yeah. After I kill Amani.”

“HEY!”

The ring itself was simple. It was only an engagement ring after all. Her grandfather made it a while back when she brought up the whole ‘getting married’ thing (he talked her ear off too. Her phone bill spiked). It was a silver band with a deep green stripe running through the middle. The green shimmered into something lighter when she moved it.

“That’s funny,” he said, hand disappearing into the void that was his sweatpants’ pocket. He could shove both her and his hand in that thing. Of course she was jealous of it.

He pulled out a ring. Not just any ring but her mother’s wedding ring.

She felt tears well in her eyes. She had told him about it a while back when they first started dating. She didn’t know he remembered. The ring was a simple small silver band. It was braided into a celtic knot with a little turquoise at the top where the knots met.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.” He shot her a lopsided grin, her heart skipped a beat. “I uhh...I’m also no good with words but I love you, firefly. Of course I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I fucking love you giant.”

“There she is. I was getting worried with all your sappy talk.”

“Oh shut up,” she laughed.

“But I didn’t get an answer.”

“Neither did I.”

“Well mine is ‘of fucking course’.”

“Hey you stole my answer!”

He chuckled as she slid the ring onto his hand. She rolled her eyes. “Fine. My answer is yes.”

“You don’t sound too happy about it.”

“You stole what I was gonna say.”

He laughed again, kissing her knuckles as he slipped the ring onto her finger. “You love me.”

“I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t.”

“FUCKIN FINALLY!”

“Amani you’re the one that almost ruined it.” “I DON’T CARE!”

A little sigh. “Sometimes I wonder why I love you so much.”

“For my stellar personality obviously.”

Zora giggled, Maeve turned in time to see her plant a kiss on Amani’s cheek. “That and just because I love you.”

“I cannot believe Amani almost ruined this,” Lucas muttered. She turned back to him, laughing as she got closer. She grabbed his left hand with hers, liking how their rings glittered when they moved. He ran his thumb along her knuckles, pausing at the jewelry.

She lifted her head up, him leaning down to kiss her.

Then Amani started screeching like an alarm. “THIS IS THE PURITY UNTIL YOUR WEDDING NIGHT ALARM. No handholding of any kind.”

Maeve giggled, joining in on the tomfoolery. Lucas sighed. “No need to worry, I am pure. We haven’t even shared a kiss.”

Oh yeah they all knew that was a fucking lie.

“Oh? Not one kiss?” Lucas asked, grinning.

“Nope. My lips are innocent. Saving them for my wedding.”

He bent down close, surprising her with an open mouth kiss. She let out a little squeak as his tongue tapped her teeth once before he pulled away. “That good enough for a first kiss?”

“Well it was supposed to be on my wedding night but…” she smiled, fiddling with the ring on her finger. “It’ll do.”

Amani let out a dramatic gag. “You two are disgusting.”

“Imagine what they’d be doing if we weren’t here,” Zora said, love clear in her tone.

Amani gasped. “You’re right! Defiling the name of marriage I say!”

“Oh like the two of you are any better,” Maeve shot back. “Do I have to recount the amount of times I’ve caught you two in the storage closet at the pub?”

Zora chuckled. “Well you and Lucas in the pantry aren’t any better.”

“Let’sjustcutitandsayifanyofuswerecaughtbyourbossatworkwe’dbefired,” Lucas sputtered out, face going red.

“Aww, but baby I thought you liked the thrill,” Maeve cooed.

He shot her a low glare. Amani cackled. “Degenerates!” she yelled.

“Amani, my love, my sweetness. Pot. Calling. Kettle. Black,” Zora said.

Amani gasped, melting completely off the stool. “My own girlfriend! Betraying me! Oh woe is me! The agony!”

They all giggled at Amani’s actions, she and Lucas scooting closer together. He wrapped his arms around her waist, swaying back and forth. The music and dancing lessons were long forgotten.

“How about we go out for dinner tonight,” Maeve offered.

“What? Like a double date?” Amani asked from her spot on the floor. Zora was laughing too hard to help her up.

“Hmm...no. More like a party!”

Amani’s eyes lit up. “HELL YEAH A PARTY! We gonna get smashed and cause chaos?”

“...well sure.”

“Fuck YEAH!”

“...you are making my life so much harder,” Zora sighed, smiling. She looked back at Maeve again. “Who knew a pip squeak like you could hold your liquor so well.”

“I am not that short!”

“I will beat you at one of those games Maevey!”

“Maeve, you are the shortest out of all of us. You look like a kid.”

Maeve pouted. “Yeah I can still drink you all under the table. Yes even you Amani Ms. ‘can’t-play-guitar-sober-but-somehow-can-drunk’.”

“OH SHUDDUP!”

Lucas laughed, squeezing Maeve’s hip before going over to squat by Amani.

Zora walked over to the now abandoned Maeve. “Well...how are you feeling?”

“Like I’m gonna wake up any second?”

“That’s fair.”

“You think you and Amani will do this?”

“What?”

“Get married.”

Zora’s eyes remained on Lucas now crying about how gravity was increasing on him. Amani let out a squeal as he fell on top of her.

“Well...maybe. I haven’t thought that far. I love Ami but who knows where our future lies.”

“A wedding with you two would be pretty chaotic.”

“Oh yes definitely. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“LUCAS GET OFF ‘O ME YA SEMI TRUCK!”

“Amani that hurts my feelings!”

“GET OFF!”

“For that comment? No!”

Maeve and Zora giggled. “I am happy for you and Lucas. Sorry Amani almost ruined it, don’t think she realized.”

“Oh no I’m more mad about the fact you two broke into my apartment again. You should just take the key.”

“...you sure about giving us the key?”

Maeve sighed. “You’re gonna take it anyways. I can just get another spare made.”

“Amani is gonna take that as an invitation to come over as often as she can.”

“Good to know. My room locks will be changed.”

Zora snorted. “Once again, congrats. Sorry you had to do that infront of us.”

“Remind me to strangle Amani later.”

“...mmm fine but don’t wreck her pretty face.”

“Noted.”

“When are we gonna go! I wanna party!” Amani whined from where she weaseled out from underneath Lucas.

“You do realize this is a celebration of mine and Maeve’s engagement right?”

“Yeah it’s also an excuse to tell embarrassing stories.”

“...oh no.”

Maeve perked up. “Oho? Stuff I don’t know? Let’s go.”

“First we’re gonna give you a makeover,” Amani said, walking over to drag Maeve out of the studio.

Zora untied her blue ribbon, handing it over to Lucas. “Milady’s token of her affection,” she said with a curtsy. Maeve’s protests went unheard.

He bowed, making Zora smile. “I thank you for the token of her affection. I will treasure it always.”

“You better be planning to give that back later,” Maeve groaned as Amani dragged her away.

“Depends. It is a token of my love’s favour.”

“Ugh I hate you.”

“But you’re still marrying me~”

She sighed. “Of course. How could I forget.” She looked back at Amani. “And the fuck are you doing?”

“Gods you need your ears checked. I am giving you a makeover for your engagement party.”

“What? Why?! I look fine!”

“Well the high waisted pants with your crop top is cute and all, I want to make you so fucking hot Lucas kneels over.”

“She does that every time I see her,” Lucas called from the doorframe.

Maeve glared at him. “Don’t encourage her.”

He only smiled, waving at them as they made their way to her room. Zora was making sure Maeve wouldn’t escape. To her short ass it was like two very tall amazon ladies were her escorts.

Or in this case prison guards.

“I’d like to see them try to make you even more gorgeous,” he said with a wink. “It’d be a fun challenge.”

“We have Zora on our side!” Amani grinned. “You get dolled up too and then we go cause a ruckus!”

Maeve sighed.

It was going to be a long, chaotic night.

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diviinedogs · 7 years ago

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❣️hoi, what was art school like? I'm planning to go myself (and my family is pretty passively aggressively turning me down), but I just want to know what skills do you learn? What is the experience? Thank u for your time! Ur blog and art are amazing btw

hI I think it really depends on the school but I can give like the idea of two of them since I went to another school for precollege to see if it was something I’d be interested in majoring in! C./C/A and I went to Ri/.ngli./.ng and my parents are actually letting me go back to school now so hopefully I’ll be back there in Fall c’: also thank you for liking my stuff!

this ask is gonna long because I know I’m gonna ramble so I’m gonna call the schools C and R so I don’t have to do the slashes all the time! C’s experience was a specific 1-2 month course so it’s nothing like actual college at R so feel free to skip down to it, I just thought it was important to add since it was my first experience at an art school

and after I talk about the schools I’ll say what stuff’s good to include in your portfolio, of course this is based on my experience but for the most part it helps in what you should try strengthening

I did animation at C, which was 2D in the morning and 3D in the afternoon. I did precollege the summer before my senior year cuz it’s like the college experience before college so you do get the feel of how it is being on your own, and I wanted to see if I was good enough to pursue something art related. At this point, my parents were on the fence about the idea, so it would help them too. And C’s in California, so I had a bunch of relatives who could show me around and who I could stay with during the weekends

experience wise, the teachers and TAs I had were really nice, so in 2D it was stuff like learning Principles of Animation and the first thing we did was a flipbook animation I think? and then it went to looking at scenes from movies for inbetweens and character sheets and we all worked together reanimating a quick scene from a movie. In the end, we all chose a really short scene from an animated movie to study and reanimate for our final

while in 3D, it was just learning around Maya and doing animation exercises each day with it, eventually working your way up to a mini film (nothing’s completely rendered though! just models), other than that it was pretty much the same as 2D

so basically, I learned the basics and they were really helpful, but to be honest I felt a bit lost with how free it was, you basically had to learn everything on your own with the teachers just checking your work. I was really good at 3D but it... wasn’t fun for me lol so I decided that after this I’d want to stay in the 2D realm of things

now for R! My parents were worried about the starving artist myth and all that, so they would absolutely not let me do Illustration even though that’s what I really wanted, so I chose Game Design and I was like hey I’ll deal with it or like maybe I’ll like it. If not, I could always try convincing my parents to let me switch my major.

the way things work at R is that all the majors are put into categories, so Computer Animation, Game Art, and Illustration are all the Media Arts majors. All Freshman take basically the same type of classes and things start breaking off around the second semester of freshman year. Eventually you like see no one outside your major lol

and lET ME TELL YOU........ R HAS A VERY HEAVY WORK LOAD, so you gotta be prepared for that. I think just about all art schools are like this, but R’s very strict on it. Manage your time wisely, there’s a lot of times I’ve seen people pull all nighters just to finish all their assignments. I was really bad at managing my time too, so when I go back I need to be more strict on myself. It’s better to do things early and relax than relax until last minute and have anxiety hell. Not many of the teachers are about how much homework you have in other classes. Also, it’s good to not do things last minute because then you can relax earlier and scanners and place you go to take photos aren’t crowded.

and trust me, your teachers will know if you did something last minute, and they can tell whether effort was put into something or not.

Now for classes, I’ll talk about just freshman year since that’s probably what’s most helpful to you right now and since I was made to drop out by my parents I’ll probably be repeating like the second semester of that rip.... anywAY

so, R starts you with foundation, so figures classes, 2D design, drawing (this one’s perspective! so important but rip everyone forgets everything after that semester so I should probably start studying perspective again)

the figure classes at R are sO GOOD............ you improve a lot with those, a few weeks into it I was thinking about the figures I had in my portfolio and was just like...... fuck these are so shitty how the hell did the school accept me.... of course the experience depends on the teacher, but I loved my figure drawing teacher he was really cool and good. He did demos at some point every class to where we would all just hover over his shoulder and watch him draw while he explained what he was doing. You i

2D design I hated because like...... abstract... it’s supposed to help you work with compositions and such but I really don’t understand abstract and execute it properly so that was a really difficult class for me

drawing class is just doing still life and perspective exercises, you don’t really get to the fun part till second semester, I forget the other exercises but I remember that towards the end there was one where you designed a car (like a fun spin on it like.... I think mine was a firefly styled car? yeAH)

other classes were Film & Narrative (so studying films, it was cool) and Writing Studio, which is just like a writing class, they don’t really apply to skills/experience in art so I’ll skip over those

second semester, you still have Figure Drawing, but there’s more of a focus on stuff and you get to draw animals too (sadly no, no real animals come into the classroom. You work off of projections and then there’s a field trip to a big cat sanctuary)

drawing II gets fun because you finally get to use photoshop for your still life and assignments, the assignments get more fun like the Tro/./.ja./n Ho//rs/e assignment. Like you could either do the actual one or draw a similar scenario, I’m totally blanking out on what I did but one of the examples was like a giant wooden mouse with cheese and in the back were cats watching the actual mice. Anyway, it had even more of a focus on compositions and colors.

Another assignment was designing a character’s room. It could be any character, but you couldn’t have anything that gave away their name. People had to be able to guess who the room belonged to just by looking at it. Sounds hard, but fun. If the character you chose had like a specific style from the concept art of where they’re from you’re free to use that too! I did Kida from Atlantis and one of my friends did Greg Universe’s room, so she got to imitate SU’s background style which was cool to see!

3/D desi/gn was............. super difficult to me, I almost failed that class >w>;;;; because it was woodshop type stuff and polymer clay depending on what you wanted. However, every assignment you did would lead up to the grunt assignment, which was like, you had three designs of things that would be possible grunt level monsters, and you essentially pitch a game idea to the class and they pick the best. SO again, modeling especially with actual clay is hard for me but it was a great experience when it came to designing and stuff. There’s more but I don’t want to get into all the assignments

3/.D design differs based on what major you’re in, and you only get it if you’re doing one of the Media Arts majors, but I’m pretty sure for the most part they’re the same?

if you major in Game Art or Animation, then you also take traditional animation, which was really fun but tbh...... I only knew how to do animation because of me being at precollege at C and then like learning stuff on my own, you were really left alone a lot, which is the same for some of the other classes. They’ll help you if you ask, but if you don’t then you can’t really get helpful feedback. Again, it depends on the teacher. The one I had was really nice and I frequently went to her for help.

so despite how some assignments/classes were hard for me, I really loved R and I’m excited at my parents giving me the option to go back, I just need to do a portfolio again >w>;;;; R’s a really good school with a lot of great resources. All of my issues came from problems with people (not teachers just other students) there and I’m not gonna get into those cuz personal lol

OKAY SO for portfolio tips

still life

figURES

ANIMALS, it makes you have a better understanding of anatomy and stuff

try to have a mix of media in there, like I mainly do digital but still have some traditional stuff to show that you know how to use those

I would keep figures realistic and not stylized so they can see that you have an understanding of them

depends on the school I think, but R strictly says in their guidelines to not do fantasy stuff like unicorns and dragons

NO FAN ART....... you can have it but you need to be really, really vague? if that makes sense, like people shouldn’t be able to tell it’s fan art

have what you’re applying for in your portfolio, so like depending on what you want I’d add concept art stylized stuff or character designs

you gotta have your best work in there, like some people like having okay/bad work to show how much they improved but that’s a bad idea, if you don’t think something’s good don’t put it in for colleges to see

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