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evillama666 · 2 days ago

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“Art class”

Logan Howlett x Reader

I’ve read a few fanfics where Logan is the history teacher, and as much as I love that, I feel like some things would trigger his ptsd. I know he mentions he’s the art teacher, like once. I think he’d find art therapeutic, and still holding onto that history teacher idea, I like to believe he teaches art history. I’m sure he’s seen lots of different art over the years (Even if he doesn't remember most of it) so he enjoys teaching it. Also he’s totally one of those chill art teachers.

Summary: Logan draws with you during class

Tags: Platonic, comfort, shy/anxious reader, soft Logan, teasing

Word count: 2551

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Logan’s art class is the best. He’s not one of those strict art teachers. His class is very chill. There’s always some sort of quiet music playing. Usually he picks the music, but if one of his students makes a request, he’ll play it. He loves being introduced to new music. He’s the kinda teacher that gives out either one-hundreds or zeros. It’s simple. If you try on your project; you pass. You don't; you fail. He’s not about to spend his nights, where he could be drinking, grading papers. Whatever project the class is working on, Logan is also partaking. Either quietly drawing at his desk, or with some kids if they ask him to join. He’s got a soft spot for his students. He’s the kinda teacher that pays attention to his kids, even if he’d never admit it. He knows a lot more about each of them than he leads on. He’ll listen in on their stories, learn who’s friends with whom, and pick up on people's crushes. He even engages in conversations with them. His laughs are heard throughout the room when he does.

None of the projects are ever hard, and he gives the kids free range for all of them. His presentions on either different art styles, techniques, time periods, or whatever are the best. If he's teaching about a time he lived through (and actually remembers) he's explaing what it's like and may even show any peices he made during those times. The class loves asking him about what it was like living through those times. He always tries to include everything he can remember. Those parts of his past, he doesn't mind talking about. He has lots of experience with art, so he's always helping students with their projects and giving them tips. If there's a speicific thing they want to learn out of class, he'll happily teach them. He's the best.

You want him to sit with you. You have for almost a week now. The thing is… you're too shy to actually ask. You know if you did, he gladly would. It’s just the idea of actually asking that you dread. Plus, he seems to have great relationships with everyone else. You don’t want to pull him away from the other students. Your table is near his desk. No one else is sitting with you, so it’s lonely. Sitting near his desk, you like to see what he’s working on. You're not sneaking glances at his art today, though. You’re sneaking glances at him, desperately wanting to ask him to come over. He’s not sitting with anyone else, so you know he’s free. You sigh when you can’t build up the courage. Guess you’ll wait and see if you can ask him tomorrow.

It’s not like he’s an intimidating teacher. Not to the good kids anyway but, if someone's goofing off in his class, blatantly disrespecting the rules, he’ll blow up on them. Luckily, there’s not really anyone like that in your class. He made his class a safe place. His class is soothing, a perfect way to wind down, and having his class at the end of the day, it’s even better.

He’s noticed all your “subtle” looks towards him. Of course he has. The man’s got heightened senses. He can practically feel the shy and nervousness radiating off you. He wanted to give you the chance to fight through that and just ask him. It’s been a week, and that hasn't happened. Seeing another one of your glances, he sighs, grabbing his supplies, and setting them down on your table. “You could’ve just asked.”

His gruff voice pulls your attention from your drawing, looking up at him as he sits. Wait, he made the move? You didn’t think he’d do that. Not knowing what to say, you look back down at your project. “Ya the anxious type? I can smell it wafting off ya.” You lift your head again. Damn his heightened senses. You didn't even think of that. How long has he been able to smell that? And... what the hell does that even smell like!? You silently nod.

Rolling his eyes, he tries saying something to coax you out of your anxiety. “Y’know, your art is one of my favourites to grade. It’s different from everyone else's.” His voice is low and soothing. (I love his voice) It definitely helps relax you. You always thought your art was more on the weirder side, so hearing that Logan likes it brings you comfort. Feeling like you kinda have to say something now, you mumble, “Thank you, Mr. Howlett.”

“Logan.” He says, looking down at his paper as he draws. He hates formality. It’s not like anyone here actually calls him that. His relationships with his students are very casual. Your eyes roam over his face. He’s pretty for such a rugged man. “Logan?” You squeak out, as confirmation. He nods once. “That ‘Mr’ shit makes me feel old.” Isn’t he old…? Anyway, feeling somewhat comfortable with him but still a bit shy, you speak quietly. “I like your last name. It’s very… werewolf-ey.”��

He lifts his gaze from his drawing, raising his brows as he smirks. “It suits me perfectly, doesn't it?” You meet his eyes. He’s got such kind eyes. He’s very comforting to be around, despite everything you've heard about him as Wolverine. You silently nod. He’s got to pull you out of your anxiety a little more. His students like having conversations with him about anything, like their day, interests, or even just venting. But you're his quietest student, so you two haven't really reached that level yet. “So, you like my art.” He says, as a conversation starter. “How’d you know?” You ask.

“You watch me a lot.” He says, flatly. Wait, how obvious are you about that? “Now, I’d think you were checking me out, but your eyes are never on me. It’s always whatever I'm working on. That’s a true artist right there.” Hearing him call you that, makes you feel weirdly proud. No wonder why everyone here likes him so much. “I didn’t realize I stared so much…” You quietly admit. “There’s nothing wrong with it.” He reassures. “I know it’s out of genuine interest.”

Damn, this man is observant. He knows a lot more about you than you thought. You glance at his drawing. You’re used to looking at his work over his shoulder. Now that it’s closer, you can see it a lot more clearly. Like, all the tiny details he adds. He is a very talented artist. He catches your gaze and flips the drawing over for you to see. It’s of a tree and you can see how he drew each individual leaf and blade of grass. How does he have the patience for that? You glance at your drawing. You two have very different styles. “That’s so good! I wish I could draw like that.” He responds with a half laugh. “I’ve got like a hundred years of experience on ya, kid.” He probably has all the practice in the world.

He watches you draw for a minute. He hasn't heard your voice too many times. “Not a people person, huh?” He says, trying to get a response out of you. “No. I have bad anxiety.” That causes Logan to snort. “Well, that’s fucking obvious.” He’s not like your other teachers. He just doesn't give a damn about how he’s supposed to act. Feeling a bit more comfortable, you tease, “I thought teachers weren't supposed to swear?” Logan huffs in amusement. “Ya not gonna tell Xavier are you?” You know this man causes enough trouble for Xavier so you shake your head. “M’no.”

“Then I’m gonna do whatever the hell I want.” He sighs when you fall back to being quiet, continuing on your project. “Would ya like me to sit with ya more?” Is he really asking that? Doesn't he already know the answer to that? You quietly nod. “I could use more company.” He notices your gaze fall back on his drawing. “You just want to watch me easier, don’t you?” You force your gaze away from his drawing. “Both. I’d actually enjoy the company. I don’t really have friends.” Like that wasn’t fucking obvious? “I could tell.” He says flatly. Damn, couldn't he be a bit more gentle with it? “Thanks for the comfort, old man.” He can’t help but snicker at the name. You must be feeling more comfortable. “Watch the name calling, brat.” He teases right back with a smirk.

You laugh softly. “It’s not a name. It’s the truth.” Wow, you really just went there. “Then shouldn't you be respecting your elders?" He smirks, thinking he got the upper hand. However, you don’t miss a beat. "You don’t respect Xavier now, do you?” Damn, ok, he didn't expect you to be so quick-witted when you got comfortable. He takes a second, forming a response. “I’m older than him.” And there you go again, making a comeback without even thinking. “He remembers more than you. You’re senile.”

His smirk falters, not being able to think of another comeback. He takes another few seconds to think of something. “I see why you don’t have friends.” You feel you should be hurt by that, but you end up laughing. “Not like you have many, either.” His brows furrow a little. This generation is fucking mean. “I choose not to.” You shoot him a look that says ‘Really?’ “Is that what you tell yourself?” He can’t help but smirk. This little bitch can throw down. “I like you.”

Your face falters a moment, not expecting him to say that, but you find your smile again. “You’re aight.” Wait… that's it? That’s all he gets!? Aight!? He couldn’t even get an ‘all right’? After you just attacked his goddamn soul!? His tone is unamused. “You clearly like me more than that if you wanted me to sit with you so bad.” You pause drawing. “I guess that’s true…” He smirks again, feeling cocky. “Of course it’s true. Everyone likes me.”

You shake your head at his cocky demeanour. His eyes soften as he watches you work. You’re one of his most hard-working students. “You’re very passionate about your work.” You shrug as you keep working. “It’s all I ever do.” Logan can’t help but appreciate that. He’s looking at you… fondly? You meet his gaze. “W- um… Would you like to look through my sketchbook?” You’ve seen other students let him go through theirs. He always likes their drawings. He seems to just like all art in general. “Sure.” He shrugs.

You grab your sketchbook from your bag and hand it to him. He looks through it with a blank expression. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking. Maybe he doesn't like it- “These are excellent.” Oh, he does like them. You can’t help but smile shyly. “Thank you.” He’s still flipping through, admiring each page. “You could make some real money off of some of these, kid.”

“Thanks, but I’m not interested in turning my hobby into a career.” He finishes looking through, setting the sketchbook on the table. “No? That’s a damn shame. I woulda bought some.” Wait, is he teasing you again? No, he seems genuine. “Wait what? Really?” He’s gotta be joking, right? He’s never said that to anyone else. All he says is, “Yeah.” with a simple shrug. Maybe that’ll bring up your confidence.

You take another minute to process, then smile. You didn’t think your art would ever mean that much to anyone else. He suddenly gets up and leaves. You sigh in disappointment. Well, that didn't last long... Logan sees your slumped shoulders when he comes back. “Damn, I was only gone for a minute. Are ya already that fuckin’ clingy?” You look up when he places some pages next to you. “Thought you’d like these.” He sits back down as you go through the pile of drawings. “Are these yours?”

“Yeah. Thought you could get some inspiration from them.” He’s already back to working on his project. You look at all of his drawings. Some of them are… dark. You love it! They’re different like your drawings. You somehow feel seen. You can see the emotions he put into each one. “I love these. They’re so detailed. I wish to be half as good as you.” There’s a small half smile on his lips as you compliment his art. Not too many people value how much time and work he actually puts into them. “Mmh, you're more than halfway there, kid. Your art is fucking phenomenal.” His compliments are the best. Each one of them is genuine. You slide your project over to him, wanting his input.

“How’s this? I feel like… it’s missing something.” He looks at it, really looks at it before giving his thoughts, that’ll match your style of drawing. “Darken the shadows to make it edgier. But use blue instead of black.” You look back at your drawing, thinking. That would… actually tie everything in nicely. You need to learn colour theory from this man. He’s so smart with the way he uses colours. “Thanks, I would never have thought of that.” You grab a dark blue pencil and get to shading. He doesn’t get why you don’t have any friends. You seem interesting enough. He quietly speaks. “You can eat here during lunch.”

You almost miss what he said. “What about lunch?” His focus has shifted mainly to his drawing. “You can eat here during lunch. It’s quiet. Not too many kids eat in here and you have full access to all the art supplies.” You can feel yourself smiling. You were always jealous of the kids that had a teacher they could eat with. You always envied that. Well, now you have it. The lunchroom is always so loud and overwhelming. A quiet room sounds nice. “I’ll take you up on that. I hate the lunchroom.” Logan assumed you did with your anxiety. He likes to offer the anxious kids his quiet room.

There’s a small smile on his lips and he looks relaxed while he draws. His relaxed mood seems to rub off on you. You sigh as you draw, glancing at him and his work occasionally. Your eyes linger over his features. It’s not fair he’s so pretty and handsome at the same time. He glances up from his drawing, meeting your eyes. A cocky smirk slides onto his lips. “Am I just that handsome?” You blink a couple times, not expecting to be called out. “I was thinking of how to draw you.” His cocky smirk turns into a small, soft, genuine smile. “I do have a nice face, huh?” (I have so much fun drawing him. His features are so nice.) You can’t help but secretly agree. Your eyes scan over his face, breaking it down into simple shapes, sketching a rough outline in your mind. He’s looking at you, letting you stare for as long as you need. His gaze is soft.

When you look away, his attention goes back to his drawing. Neither of you are speaking right now. The silence doesn’t feel like it needs to be filled. As the quiet type, you don’t mind this. He’s deeply focused on his work, so you don’t want to distract him with a conversation. As much as you’ve enjoyed talking to him, you only wanted him to sit with you, so you weren’t lonely. You pack up when class is over, sighing, finally being done with classes for the day. Logan glances at you from the corner of his eye, still working on his drawing, waiting for all the kids to leave. “See ya tomorrow, (y/n).” You glance over your shoulder as you head to the door. “Bye, Logan.” You say with a little wave, making sure to use his first name, not his last. It makes you feel closer to him than your other teachers.

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I know it’s short. I had literally no plot

#Logan howlett x reader #Wolverine x reader #Wolverine fanfic #Logan howlett fanfic #Wolverine #logan howlett #X-men #X-men wolerine #fanfic

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madlad-sadgal · 2 years ago

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Goldenheart AU

Should I really start thinking up a whole other AU when I'm still trying to plan out one? No. Am I gonna do it anyways? Yes.

Quick note #1, this is a mix of Band AU and "Separated Childhood friends who meet again as adults (except one doesn't know it's their childhood friend)" AU.

Also a note at the end.

Nimona Spoilers (Maybe? Not sure, but I'll out a cut here just in case)

In this AU, there's no kingdom surrounded by big ass walls with canons, although I'm not sure if there are shapeshifters or not (Nimona's still there, I'm just not sure if they can shapeshift or not or if they're just this weird energetic teenager). What is there though is social classes.

The Queen, aka Valerin, is Ambrosius' mother and she runs a very successful company. Ambrosius is therefor part of the richer class which basically has access to anything.

Ballister Boldheart, on the other hand, although he isn't living on the streets, his family isn't doing the best when it comes to money and he does some easy jobs to try and gather money to help his parents.

The boys meet at the park one day. Ambrosius was out playing with some friends from school (Todd maybe with a few random OCs) when he saw the scrawny boy picking up trash, so he decided to approach him. Turns out the scrawny boy (Ballister) was picking up trash to help the park keeper who'd then pay him depending on the amount of trash he picked up

Ambrosius felt bad for him so he decided to help him and didn't leave until his mom's secretary and his nanny (The Director, who else) came to pick him up

The Director obviously saw the two interact and didn't think much of it, until Ambrosius starts asking for money from his mom to help his new friend, which she actively gives him and praises him for helping people in need, and then Ballister's coming to visit and now the two are inseparable

Now she obviously doesn't like that, but she brushes it off thinking that this'll pass when Ambrosius grows up and realizes that he's much better than that

But then something happens (you choose what, can be a death, something good with the company) and Ambrosius has to move away, so the two boys who have been friends for like six-seven are now separated and heart broken, and since Bal can't afford a phone they won't be able to keep in touch, and he outright refuses to let Ambrosius give him one, so now they're separated

Fast forward a few years, it is now Ambrosius' 21st birthday, and to celebrate, he's allowed to choose one band that Valerin will pay to show up, and he chooses the Shifters/The Shapeshifters/whatever else references the movie or comic

The Shifters are a small band that's pretty recent, but Ambrosius loves their songs, and he thinks the lead singer, who goes by Bal, is cute

The band shows up and Ambrosius is having the time of his life, even more so when two members of the band, Bal and Nimona, come to personally wish him a happy birthday

Obviously, he's just talked to his celebrity crush, so he fails to notice just how familiar Bal is, and he doesn't think he'll ever meet the man again

Bal, on the other hand, is well set on seeing Ambrosius again, because holy fuck that's his childhood friend, and he had to practically beg Nimona and the rest of the band (some OCs maybe) to come here just so he could see him

Ballister started this band in hopes that it would take off and he could make a living out of it to help his parents (for plot convenience, it works out or not, depends what direction you wanna go)

So, when Ballister sees Ambrosius again in a cafe, he strikes up a conversation and they end up talking for a long while and end up exchanging numbers

What isn't planned in the plan is for the Director to recognize Ballister and know how much of a crush Ambrosius has on him (despite him not knowing who he really is) and she doesn't like that because someone from higher class dating someone lower class like Ballister hell no

Then starts her plans to foil everything, Nimona being slightly annoyed at Ballister desperately trying to get back in contact with his friend, Ambrosius having a celebrity crush that surprisingly actually works out and Valerin being oblivious to all of this

Ambrosius looks pretty much just like he does in the movie when he's wearing his civilian clothes, except he has long hair with the under part shaved (Is there a name for that haircut?)

Valerin and the Director dress like business women instead of royals

Nimona has basically the same style, except add a bunch of colour: pins, dyed streaks of hair, bright bracelets, etc.

Ballister has a similar style to Nimona, and he dyed a streak of his hair pink (because I can)

That's all I got for now. If this catches anyone's eye, I'll make another part exploring why the Director dislikes the mix of classes so much and how she frames Ballister this time, or the next part can also be about how Bal and Ambrosius get closer.

Quick note #2, this doesn't have anything to do with this, but I'm starting to realize most of my ideas come when I'm doing the dishes, and as dumb as it is, it gives me motivation to do them, so I'm not complaining

Quick note #3, I'm thinking of doing and angsty one shot of that one scene where Ambrosius gets stabbed and it's actually him, except Ballister sings "You Are My Sunshine" to him as he dies because Ambrosius used to sing it to him before everything. Would anyone read it if I posted it?

#nimona #ballister boldheart #nimona movie #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #nimona 2023 #ballister x ambrosius #nimona netflix #nimona au #I wish I could draw just so I could show you guys how Ballister looks in my head #but I can't #but if anyone wants to draw this or make a fanfic of it #feel free to do so

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emeraldoodles · 1 year ago

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Shigeo is asking Reigen for advice on asking out a special boy!

I really love @pearliegrimm fic "Sometimes That's Better". It's hilarious and I was literally laughing out loud while reading it. I hope to draw more comics from the fic (adding to my long list of WIPs).

This is a scene from the very first chapter, so if you enjoyed it go check out the fic!

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #reigen arataka #serizawa kastuya #shigeo kageyama #serirei #pearliegrimm #comic #fanfic #fanfiction #idk why I put so much effort into the sign #I just really wanted to color a neon sign #Reigen being ADHD asfuck thinking about tomatoes #anyone catch the one punch man reference?#I enjoy drawing Mob suffer to much to be healthy #Shigeo not being the sharpest #but together with Teru they make one brain cell #once again a comic that was suppose to be more simple until I decided to ink it then color it sigh

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soldateins · 17 hours ago

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Thank you again for the tag sweet @moonshapedbox! <3 (I love these games)

Fav Trees: Ooh. I love plum trees, apple trees, douglas firs, redwoods, magnolias, and oaks! I just love trees :3

Fav Desserts: Doughnuts, my GOD. Tirimasu, cannolis, devil's food cake, oat cakes, blueberry muffins

Fav Scents: Anything sweet and musky. Bergamot, amber, saffron, coconut, vanilla, orange and orange flower, apple, lavender, sandalwood.

Fav Birds: Oh, I love birds sm :') Magpies, moorhens!!!, corvids (jackdaws my lovessssss), ducks, chickens, doves, and I love every single type of own don't make me choose.

Fav Hobbies: Oh, Lord. Too many hobbies up in this brain... I sing and play guitar, and I write songs. I write fanfic and my own poetry and stuff. I play games sometimes and watch movies/shows occasionally. I paint and draw. I practice burlesque. I love to bake! I enjoy dressing up and learning about fashion. I occasionally take self portraits. I love to read but don't do it enough. I wanna learn to whittle but it's hard on my hands. I also practice morse code because it's ..-. ..- -. (Fun!) lmao

I tag anyone that wants to join! <3

𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 @peonyhearted 𐙚

♡ favorite trees? cherry blossom, rose tree, willow and oak

♡ favorite desserts? lemon rose water cake, rose macarons from ladurée

♡ favorite scents? rose, peony, jasmine and lily... my favourite perfumes are miss dior blooming bouquet and diorissimo perfume... they bring me back to the nostalgic fragrances of my childhood, the gentle scents of jasmine and rose in my great grandmother’s garden as i played and dreamed of faeries. it is sweetest to wear it to sleep, and to hope for gentle dreams...

♡ favorite birds? i love little songbirds... nightingale, willow warbler, shrike, sparrow, blue tit... i love to listen to their ethereal songs echoing through the woods after rain in spring

♡ favorite hobbies? gardening, painting, sewing, embroidery, cuddling with my cat among roses on the balcony and listening to songbird lullabies

୨୧ tagging: anyone who would like to be tagged ! ♡

#tag game #pen pals

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katygorl · 2 months ago

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The Case of the Haunted Festival

The Case of the Cursed Amulet

The Case of the Dead Disco

Coming sometime later this year(not sure when exactly, probably late spring or the summertime)...

#I really loved these outfits I did and want to do something with them #whether that is drawing them out or featuring them in a story #I do accept fan-art/fanfic if anyone wants to take a chance at them!#It's not at all expected but still nice!#In any case these will be future projects to get to #perhaps I'll both write and draw them?#let me know which option you prefer!#or if you have any other colors you want to see me make an outfit for!#dead boy detectives #dead boy detective agency #dead boy detectives netflix #niko sasaki

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r0semultiverse · 1 year ago

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What We Do in the Land of Ooo

🧛‍♂️ What We Do in the Shadows x Adventure Time crossover AU! ⚔

Finn Mertens in place of Guillermo de la Cruz

Marceline Abadeer in place of Nadja of Antipaxos

Bonnibel Bubblegum in place of Laszlo Cravensworth

Jake the dog in place of Colin Robinson

Vampire King in place of Nandor The Relentless

Betty Grof in place of The Guide

The Lich in place of Baron Afanas

Peppermint Butler in place of Wallace the Necromacer

Simon Petrikov in place of Derek

BMO in place of Nadja Doll (her old consciousness uploaded or something was an idea I had)

Marshall Lee & Gary Gumball/Prince in place of Sean & Charmaine

#I want to clarify that I don't have any plans to write this out as some sort of fanfic.#I also don't have any plans to draw actual redesigns for any of these characters.#this is all an indefinite WIP; anyone who wants to make content about the idea please tag me please I'd to see it!#also want to mention that this was somewhat inspired by recent fionna and cake content!#I suppose this AU could take place in the land of Ooo or it could take place on staten island but I was thinking land of Ooo #up to yall though if you wanna sketch any ideas from this lol #I was just trying to find images that somewhat fit the character they're in place of if you're curious as to why I chose the images I did!#also this isn't going with the nandermo stuff to clarify before people are like hey this is gross; no read the tags first; read my rambles!#these aren't 1-to-1 character crossovers; obviously I'd want to take some liberties with each of them if I were to put more effort into it!#vampire bonnie bubblegum would be cool to see! it doesn't need to make sense; we're having fun with it here! Vampire Betty Grof too!#Finn could also be an adult here if y'all want; I wasn't thinking too hard about this; just popped into my head & wanted to jot stuff down!#I'd also be curious to hear what adventure time characters you'd put in the roles of the wwdits ones; replacing mine or ones #that i didn't end up listing! I'd love to see a vampire Simon Petrikov & Finn Mertens though if anyone wants to draw that. anyway thats it!#mine #op #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #adventure time #adventure time fionna and cake #fionna and cake #adventure time spoilers

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elvishdemigod · 7 months ago

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It's 2am on my BDay and I'm bored as fuck

If there's no clouds where you are and it's still dark out, go look at the sky for me. There's a meteor shower every year on Aug 12, but it was on the 11th this year around. But due to the damn weather, I couldn't see them.

But anygays, happy birthday to me.

#elfdemiposts #meteor shower #birthday #happy birthday #my borthday #if anyone asks what i want I don't know #draw my fallout oc?#make every word that should be for my fanfic chapter just appear out of thin air?

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astro-g0re · 3 months ago

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Genuinely AI and character ai will never replace the absolute joy and excitement of planning out a whole plot and story with potential reactions, ideas, concept, and art with the other person

The people only using character ai really don't know the soul and fun that comes with doing actual roleplay that stays consistent and won't repeat the same sentence/motion a million times over

#also actual roleplaying to me is genuinely so fun if done right #i will always fight and stand by roleplay #especially since its my way to cope project and sometimes enjoy things i never see #also it improves my writing and art a lot because i will get so invested in scenes that I detail them out or even draw it #plus if you really want you can loosely go off what happens in the roleplay to make into a fanfic for others to enjoy (with permission ofc)#roleplay at least for me keeps my mind active and creative too #cai and all that other rp ai bullshit is all the same where it has it all laid out for you to where it basically limits what you wanna do #ive tried to understand and honestly i dont get it #the characters are never accurate its always bland and there's no fun when you don't come up with ideas with another actual person #hell even characterizing the way you want isn't the same with ai bs because you can't really personalize those characters #sorry for the rant i just really like roleplaying #also before anyone argues about it: as long as they're cool with what you want in an rp and you communicate it you can do whatever you want #we're all freaks here and another freak isn't going to judge you unless you're actively breaking their boundaries or making them uncomfy #trust me there's some people i know that will rp anything as long as its not one or two specific things #and theyre really chill and cool btw #like every interaction and relationship with any being: communication is important and the key

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tennessoui · 2 years ago

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Kit, there is a discussion if Obi-Wan would use the nickname Ani for Anakin. What do you think?

i don't personally like it and rarely use it in my fics because for me it sounds out of character for my interpretation of obi-wan, but i wouldn't want someone else to stop using it because they think people think it's out of character and that they're wrong for using it or liking it, you know?

#not my obi-wan, but also #but maybe yours

#asks #i personally just dont like the nickname ani #and i see it used a lot for scenarios or fics where anakin is hyperfeminized which i also don't tend to like #(for either character for the record)#i don't even like it when padme calls him that and thta's just canon #big fan of the nicknam kin for him though #why doesn't anyone use it #it's right there at the end #call him Ken #he's just ken #feels like an an i dala meme for barbie and ken too #but anyway joking aside #i think in the past like month ive seen a lot more talk on tumblr about stuff like this #weighing fic tropes and canon and fanfic or fanart #and i think those discussions are interesting #i just also personally think i want to be careful when having them #because i don't want someone to feel like they're wrong or their understanding of obi-wan or anakin is wrong #because they think obi-wan would call him ani #and that makes them not want to participate in the fandom community writing or drawing or w/e #but on the other hand it's totally good and fine and natural and expected to have opinions #and have hills you'd die on #especially re characterization #so god do i not want to come off as preachy or anything #it's a fair question!! and i do have opinions lol

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Madeline and the Phantom of the Opera: An Original Story by @eriksangel666

In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines, there lived 12 little girls in 2 straight lines.

They left the house at half past 9 in rain or shine. The smallest one was Madeline.

The little girls all loved to sing. In music class, their voices would ring.

Miss Clavel wanted to reward their talent with something sweet. Then one morning, she read the paper and said: "I know just the treat!"

Just before bed, she told them, "Girls, get plenty of rest. Tomorrow we're going to the opera, and I want you looking your best."

"The opera, the opera!" cried the girls with cheer. They slept and dreamt of the wonderful music they'd hear.

The next evening, in dresses pressed and neat, they set off for the opera and walked down the street.

The opera closed since it's chandelier was not quite right, but now it was fixed and ready for re-opening night.

In two straight lines, the girls sat down with glee. But there was one problem: little Madeline could not see.

She strained to peer over a lady's bouffant hair when she looked up, saw an empty box and thought "I can see from there!"

Since tonight was special, she did not want to frighten Miss Clavel. So she tiptoed very quitely and snuck out quite well.

Upon arrival, she saw the door had no locks, and easily entered the opera box.

Madeline loved her view of the stage, but her presence filled a mysterious man with rage.

"Mademoiselle," said a voice, "this box is mine."

"I won't stay long," she said, "the opera ends at 9."

"If you don't leave, there's no telling what I'll do!"

To the grump invisible man, Madeline just said "Pooh pooh! You are invisible, how could you have a place? If you want your seat that much, show me your face!"

At once he showed himself. He was no ordinary host. Madeline realized she had met the Opera Ghost!

"Oh Monsieur!" she gasped, her face turning white. The ghost cackled at her expression because he thought it was fright.

But after a few seconds, he was no longer glad. He realized Madeline was actually sad.

The ghost asked "What are you staring at?"

"You remind me of my friend," she said "A bad, bad hat."

He frowned. "What's that?"

"My friend Pepito always acted like he was mad. But really, he was lonely and quite sad."

She asked, "Monsieur, are you lonely too?" The ghost was shocked- she actually knew!"

"Yes," the Ghost whispered to Madeline. "I have been lonely for quite some time."

"But the music makes me feel less alone. And for that, I'm glad the opera is my home."

Madeline smiled. "I would never want the music to end." She took the ghost's hand. "May I join you tonight as a friend?"

The ghost blinked and became quite shy. He did not want Madeline to see him cry.

He said, "I would love nothing more mademoiselle." He sat her in his lap and they listened to the singers excel.

Madeline asked questions about the people who could sing, and the Ghost taught her music facts that were most interesting!

They mostly talked, which made the Ghost quite glad. Maybe having one friend wasn't all that bad.

At the end, Madeline gasped, "I must get back to Miss Clavel!"

The ghost smiled "I'll bring you back, she won't be able to tell."

Other guests would have been in a daze, but Madeline loved being guided through the Opera like a maze.

The Ghost kissed her hand. "Ma petite chou, I'll bid you goodnight." And with a flicker, he vanished completely out of sight.

The beauty of the music made all the girls weep. Miss Clavel said, "Allons-y, you little girls need sleep."

Late at night, Madeline wondered if she made up the ghost in her head. But she rolled over and found a letter that fell out while changing for bed.

She opened the note and it filled her with glee. For at the bottom in cursive were the letters "O.G."

It said, "Next time you want to hear music that's sweet, join me in my box and I'll bring you a seat."

Madeline now has a friend who lives under the Opera House floor

And that's all there is. There isn't anymore.

#phantom of the opera #poto #erik #madeline #miss clavell #paris #ludwig bemelman #poto crossover #fanfic #fanfiction #phan fic #original poem #eriksangel666 #if anyone wants to draw illustrations that would make my day please and thank you

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