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Lost at sea
#lost in a sea of memories and shattered dreams#it’s echo jaakko feels#lamenting jaakko’s lonely existence in the echo world#my doodles#jaakko koskela#echo jaakko#first piece is the last page of my second sketchbook#fully filled with koskela art#alan wake 2#my posts#also what if he used moose antlers to scare off the Cultists#intimidating majestic moose vs cheap carnival deer masks
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Hey,
This is my second question/ message here, the first one was massive so apologies for that lol but I hope you get to reply to it someday!
I wanted to show this to you because this page obviously wouldn't be possible without you. As I mentioned I've grown very close of your art in the past month and I couldn't help but dedicate a page to my favorite pieces.
I redrew them on my sketchbook in your style the closest I could (I hope you don't mind). I mentioned in my first ask that I really loved the Amazing Spider-Man redraw with Miles and Gwen so I kinda made it into my own fairytale from your drawing. (I hope you don't mind and btw I never posted this anywhere because I didn't want to upset you in any way because you could've feel like this was just a copy of your drawings)
The drawing with Tarboy was supposed to be Miles as the Starboy album cover but I made it too close to the edge of my Skechbook and I didn't want to alter the shape and size of the letters so It stays like that lol (I think its funny tho btw).
Oh and the "Nah Imma kill myself" was just a meme I saw on Tumblr of Miles famous quote "Nah Imma do my own thing" that I drew in a boring class because I needed a distraction and that came up to my mind.
(btw the Tarboy and Nah Imma kill myself were the first drawings of that page if I didn't finish them already by the time I started sketching yours I would definitely make a whole page with your drawings only)
Ok one last thing the little texts are songs that remind me of Miles and Gwen. They are from my GostFlower playlist.
Ok I realized I wrote way too much but I think I just can't help myself when I'm excited so sorry about that.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for making me smile with your art they bring me a lot of happiness.
Hope you're doing well and take care!
❤️🌻🕸️
Babe, you have talent, I can see that. You’ve done a wonderful job of recreating what I’ve made and I’m flattered, it’s very heartwarming to see this. There’s so much personality in your art. If my work inspires you to create, that’s what matters. I even see a bit of Miles’ style in your work 😉 (your handwriting is super cool btw). Well done. 🙌
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˚‧⁺.- Nah, just killing the boredom
↳summary: basically Miles having a (big) crush on his classmate (you ofc)
↳characters: Miles Morales
↳Gn! Reader
↳notes: i finally posted something after so long 💪 im not posting as often here on tumblr because of my lack of motivation, but I promise to try to post as much as possible 😼 i swear i'll try to avoid disappearing again and work on my asks. this one is short but i hope you like it
MILES peeked to the side, seeing the book you were reading hidden from the math teacher, which he didn't blame you for doing since this class was super boring.
You were a transfer student who recently joined the school. The first time he saw you in the halls, Miles froze for a few seconds. It wasn't his fault you were pretty. Since then, Miles has tried everything he can to interact with you, but to no avail. He absolutely hated his shyness in those moments when he was prevented from having any interaction with you.
Miles tried to recognize the book by its cover, only to read the title and stumble upon a book he's never heard anyone talk about. Tearing a piece of paper from his notebook, Miles quickly grabbed a pen, writing the name of the book you were reading. Just in case, he thought. He then took the piece of paper and folded it, putting it in his pocket so he don't lose it.
Also bored with all the equations the teacher was writing on the blackboard, Miles surreptitiously grabbed his sketchbook and opened it to a blank page, making sure the teacher didn't see him. Pencil in hand, he began making small squiggles on the page. Absentmindedly, Miles ended up being quite entertained with the drawing, detaching himself from the class while focusing on drawing.
This didn't last long, until the bell rang, indicating the end of the last class of the day. Miles didn't take long to pack up his stuff and get up, ready to go home.
Three days later, again in math class, Miles spied on you. He felt his heart flutter, watching you absently chew on the tip of your pencil as you looked around the room, looking for something to entertain yourself with. How can someone look beautiful without even trying?
Miles then gathered all his courage, and threw a crumpled piece of paper on your desk. Your attention returned to the crumpled piece of paper on your desk. Looking at Miles, you could see him nervously motioning for you to unfold and read the paper. As soon as you opened the paper, you saw impeccable handwriting on it.
I see that you like to read books, and that book you've been bringing to school recently is one of my favorites! The protagonist is definitely my favorite character, even more so after chapter 20, not to mention that the turnaround in his personality in the third book of the saga is incredible 0>0
When you read what was written, you smiled, without delay to scribble something on the paper and crumple it up again, throwing it to Miles' desk. He eagerly unfolded the paper, and read what you wrote, before writing back - in a not-so-pretty, more hurried stroke this time - and throwing the paper back to you.
At the end of the day, Miles had the dumbest smile on his face as he read and reread the notes exchanged during class.
Little did you know that he had spent all of his allowance and the last two whole days dedicated to reading those books to get a good first impression.
#across the spiderverse#into the spiderverse#miles morales#spiderverse x reader#atsv#atsv x y/n#atsv x you#miles morales x y/n#miles morales x reader#atsv miles#miles morales x you#miguel o'hara#gwen stacy#atsv pavitr#astv hobie#miles molares#spider man#spiderman
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rocky and his water motif
ive seen a few people analyze rocky and his symbolism with water, and i thought id jump on the train and contribute what ive found. i looked through every piece of art in the gallery and messed around with the dead drop to find everything here! with that being said…
obvious spoiler warnings! and warning for a lot of speculation and over analyzing! a lot of things i mention are really big stretches but i added them anyways incase anyone else wants to look into it more
starting where the pilot starts and near the start of the comic (the page “lackadaisy dithyramb”), right off the bat we have an entire poem from rocky dedicated to the mississippi river. this iconic poem is literally just about the river, and he recites it in both scenes from on the bridge over the river.
note that in both cases there is also a crescent moon featuring in the background
more poetry! this one is from the comic on the page “lackadaisy doggerel”. this is actually one of my favourite pages in the comic, its very cool! we have this poem that, again, is entirely about water. it talks about water in a metaphorical way, comparing it to memory and the passage of time. maybe ill try to analyze this poem sometime but idk im not very good at that stuff. seems to talk about rockys past but im not sure
i didnt want to just put this entire page here but i will note that the page has a raging storm, an ocean, a water mill, another storm cloud and a waterfall all picured above rocky, who, in this case is ahem under water, in a way.
last bit of poetry im talking about is probably the most relevant. rockys feauture in the “lacrimosa” poem/halloween artwork shows him seemingly drowning outside a window.
the significance of it being outside a window is somewhat unclear to me, as every other character appears in something reminiscent of a picture frame. my only idea is that its meant to show him outside of what could be a home, in reference to him getting the “unceremonious boot”. the text emphasizes this idea, saying hes away from home
this next one is more obscure and much more of a stretch! after digging around in sketchbook pages, i found this tiny little sketch on a page simply labeled “lackadaisy preview 0018”. the sketch page features sketches that were used for the page “lackadaisy palaver” in the comic, and a few bonus doodles. this was one of the bonus doodles, and i cant seem to find a comic pannel that matches it anywhere.
this sketch could be a lot of things, its a bit hard to tell. most likely, its an unsused pannel of rocky that was going to be used on the comic page. maybe him on whe windshield, or something like that. that being said, the first thing i thought of was the lacrimosa art. its a stretch but i thought id add it, just in case! who knows really
next up is rockys character artwork, which features him standing on a barrel floating in a river.
be careful rocky, you might fall! one little detail about this art that i like is that hes quite literally hiding his sadness behind his back. and again, the crescent moon motif features in the background. the cattails in this image also remind me of this scene in the pilot
…but i mean cattails do grow near water so i dont think that means anything
speaking of the pilot, this scene has rocky accidentally blowing up a water tower and flooding the area, and getting a whole bunch of water dumped on him
be careful rocky, you might get hurt! ...i dont think he cares
one last note from the pilot (for now) is a line from mitzi after rocky comes back with alcohol for them. it could mean nothing, could be foreshadowing, who knows
note in the second image: “rest” as in the rest of the alcohol they were meant to bring back
the music video for liquid gold ends with rocky dropping a bottle and the golden liquid flooding the room
i wasnt even looking for water symbolism when i found this, i was just rewatching the music video for fun! i just about had a heart attack when it ended like that D: rocky please dont drown
back to the comics! sorry this is a bit all over the place. forgive me for just uploading an entire comic page, but the page “lackadaisy thunderhead” features rocky standing over a river. at the bottom of the pannel on the right there are daisys, a symbol that features in a lot of rockys artwork and is generally associated with the lackadaisy speakeasy. the daisys could just be for aesthetics or to frame the pannel better, but its also notable that they appear where the water is.
the name “thunderhead” is interesting given some other pannels
not sure what it means though
the very first scene in the comic aside from the introduction shows rocky at the river.
in the page “lackadaisy trouble boys” from the early concept art mitzi makes a comment about rockys aim, and makes an… interesting metaphor
side note: im gonna cry is that actually how rocky gets the little hole in his ear lmao
the mini comic “wilderness” has rocky climbing out of a small muddy pool of water claiming “the waters great”, despite looking absolutely horrible. isnt shown here, but he says he cant feel his legs and calls for freckle to come back.
knock knock! its time for the playing cards! rockys card depicts him as the 8 of spades, although hes also been shown as the ace of clubs multiple times.
first up, 8 of spades! i really like this art but i have a lot of questions. for one, why is rocky holding a shovel and whats with the lantern? theres nothing wrong with it, just caught my attention since i think freckle is drawn with shovels a lot more than rocky (might be wrong on that though) second, this is the only picture i can find where you can CLEARLY see rockys head injury healed. cool! third, the outfit hes wearing is… atypical for rocky, you could say. for obvious reasons. he always wears blue, why suddenly the change to black? and obviously, the choice of making him the 8 of spades. some quick google searches and this is what i found: from various websites (the first things that popped on on google), apparently spades symbolizes the winter season and the water element. it seems to represent old age, change, wisdom and acceptance. the number 8 supposedly represents victory, prosperity and overcoming. i was going to put images, but i could only have 30 and i ran out of space lmao im so sorry this is SO LONG djfjsjnrfj
make of it what you will. as for the ace of clubs:
my google searches were much less interesting so ill just put my own thoughts. the clubs is likely just for the association with the lackadaisy speakeasy, as in both of these cases he is shown alongside other characters from the lackadaisy and everyone has clubs. as for him being the ace, the main notable thing about the ace is that its generally the highest card.
the main idea i personally took from these cards is the idea rocky will possibly not be a part of the lackadaisy in the furure. we see him in his classic outfit, no head injury as the ace of clubs, with clubs being associated with the lackadaisy. but we also see him with a healed head injury (so clearly in the future) with a new outfit and no more clubs suit.
not sure if this is even notable but this entire (very iconic) scene in the comic takes place in the rain
be careful rocky, you might get shot!
and now, even more crescent moon motifs
so why have i been pointing this out? well its undeniable that rocky also has motif with this crescent moon. i have no idea what it means but heres my very quick five minute thoughts on it: one: the moon controls the tide. obviously a river doesnt really have a tide, but still! theres some association with water there, so its notablea. two: this might be a stretch but in the pilot theres this very memorable frame where it shows the reflection of the moon (which initially looks like a cat) ahem in the water. obviously water reflects stuff so its not abnormal for the moon to reflect in the water but i just thought it was cool!
aaaand last but not least
this analysis was brought to you while listening to hatsune miku, i probably made a lot of typos so yell at me and ill fix them but not my grammar its terrible and im not fixing that, lmk your thought and if i missed anything, thank you for reading have a nice day sorry it was so long <3
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Kinda feel bad about not drawing much just because I don't have much to post. The truth is that I draw a LOT it's just mostly stuff I can't post right away (comic pages and video artwork/thumbnails), combined with having very little motivation to work on properly finished pieces right now. Sketching heals my weary soul.
Anyway I have 4 sketchbooks now and none of them are finished because Oops
So a few months ago I got a sketchbook and some alcohol markers sent to me as part of a sponsorship. The sketchbook is really nice marker paper and I love it but I have accidentally worked myself into the mindset of "If I draw in this sketchbook it needs to be for marker pieces". Which is silly, because the marker sketchbooks are not that expensive, but that's where my brain is at. The other problem is that this sketchbook is Big which makes it hard to carry around.
A few weeks later I was in a bookstore and saw some Moleskine notebooks. I've scoffed at MS notebooks before because they're really expensive considering the paper quality, but when I checked this most recent time I saw they had a line of smaller, art-specific sketchbooks that supposedly had thicker paper. "Bet", I said, and bought one, even though it came shrink wrapped and I couldn't feel the paper first.
It is heavenly. I love it. The paper is so so thick and smooth and I love every second I spend drawing on it. It's not really thick enough to handle my alcohol markers, but for little sketches with sharpie and brush pens (my favorite <3) it handles amazingly.
I liked having it as a travel sketchbook, but around the time I bought it I was struggling with some Life Stuff and needed somewhere to get the feelings out, so my MS notebook ended up becoming half sketchbook and half diary. And now the problem is that I LOVE drawing in my little MS sketchbook, but it is now filled with Sad Thoughts so I feel like I can't bring it out of the house with me. Or else I run the risk of people seeing the Sad Thoughts.
So THEN I think "Well shit, now I need to buy another mini sketchbook that can be my actual Small Sketchbook To Carry Around With Me (That Does Not Have Sad Thoughts In It), so I bought another, non-Moleskine sketchbook. So I did, and it's... okay. The paper's not AS thick but it's lavender and very cute and has more pages. And I figure "Okay, now the MS notebook can be my journal with some doodles in it, and the purple sketchbook can be the travel book."
BUT THEN I was at the Fancy Bookstore last weekend and got curious about another brand of fancy sketchbooks. They were also shrink-wrapped so I couldn't test the paper for myself, but from the numbers on the packaging it seemed like the paper was a decent weight! And it had some other cool features like numbered pages!
Turns out I got confused because I thought the paper weight was in pounds, turns out it's in grams, and the paper is BAD. SUPER thin and transparent, not even worth being a sketchbook. BUT. It is cute and orange. And it works nicely with some cute little stationery pens I have and like writing with.
So... Now I have my black sketchbook (big, for markers), my Moleskine sketchbook (red, my favorite for sketching but contaminated with Sad Thoughts so it's not allowed to leave the house), my purple sketchbook (travel sketchbook, cute), and orange sketchbook (locked forever in diary purgatory). Someone help that is too many.
(Next time I'm at the bookstore someone might need to physically restrain me from buying another mini Moleskine notebook. I have a PROBLEM!!! And the problem is WHY IS THIS PAPER SO NICE???!?! AGH)
#star talks#I have a sketchbook addiction send helppppp#I hope you guys like my little sketchydoodles#because I'm gonna do a LOT OF THEM
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California Dreamin' - Eddie Munson
Chapter Five - Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
Content warnings: dr*g use (w**d), Nina is bad at expressing emotions, mental health warning (hinting at depression, past trauma), lots of fluff, lots of bonding, lots of fonding over each other. Super long chapter as I suck at uploading. Enjoy!
‘Every time I come near her,
I just lose my nerve, as I’ve done from the start.
Every little thing she does is magic,
Everything she do just turns me on,
Even though my life before was tragic,
Now I know my love for her goes on.’
Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - The Police
Tuesday / Hawkins High School library / 3:35pm
Eddie is sitting in the corner of the library at a table, watching the clock intently, waiting for Nina to arrive.
Nina: [bumbling in the room, carrying books and her bag, chaotic] “Sorry I’m late! I had to pick up my sketchbook and yeah, sorry, I’m here now!” Eddie: [watching her, amused] “You’re not late at all, you’re early actually.” Nina: [spinning to look at the clock, sighing in relief] “Oh thank god.” [setting her bag and books on the table] “Right, English. Did you find a song to write about?” Eddie: [pulling out some scruffy pieces of paper from his bag, laughing to himself] “I found five actually. Couldn’t decide which to pick.” Nina: [still getting herself organised] “Let’s see them!” Eddie: (concerned) “Do you need a minute? If you’re busy we don’t have to do this, you don’t have to help me.” Nina: [eyes wide] “No, not at all! Just having a bit of a whirlwind day. Show me the lyrics.”
Eddie mutters ‘okay’ with a smile, handing Nina the papers. Nina fusses with her hair, clipping it back with a claw clip while reading over the lyrics.
Eddie: [taking ‘subtle’ glances at Nina, a small smile on his face.] “You suit your hair up.” Nina: (shy) “You think so? It’s a mess today, keep getting it caught on everything.” Eddie: “I think it looks nice. Pretty.”
Nina smiles warmly at him. Eddie fiddles with his thumbs as Nina continues to scan the pages.
Nina: [thinking out loud] “Wouldn’t have pegged you for a George Michael fan.” Eddie: (embarrassed) “Guilty pleasure. ‘Careless Whisper’ is a tune.” Nina: [laughing] “‘Last Christmas’ is the second best Christmas song, I’ll give you that.” Eddie: (amused) “The first being?” Nina: [matter of fact] “Band Aid - ‘Do They Know It’s Christmas?’, obviously.” Eddie: “You could not be more wrong.” Nina: (laughing, aghast) “What?! What do you think the best Christmas song is then, you music snob?” Eddie: (amused by Nina’s teasing, smirking) “Fairytale of New York, obviously.” Nina: (backing down, smiling) “Hmm I’ll give you that one. I love Christmas, it’s my favourite time of the year.” Eddie: “Not summer?” Nina: (teasingly) “Why, cause I’m Californian surfer trash?” Eddie: (blushing, smirking) “Oh shut up.”
Nina smiles and reads over the last of the papers, pushing them back when finished.
Nina: “All of these would work. Pick one!” Eddie: [shuffling the papers around] “Well, I’m sort of stuck between ‘Every little thing she does is magic’ and ‘I want the one I can’t have’. I think I could write more on the Police one.” Nina: “We’ll do that one then.”
An hour passes as Nina helps Eddie with the assignment, under-lining metaphors and helping him write notes. Eddie scribbles on the paper, listening to Nina intently.
Nina: “I’ve never listened to the Police. Any good?” Eddie: “Not my sort of style but Wayne listens to them all the time so I’ve kind of picked them up.” Nina: “Oh, cool.” Eddie: (shyly) “I listened to Rumours the other night at work.” Nina: (excitedly) “Really? Did you like it?” Eddie: “Yeah, it was good. I liked ‘Go your Own Way’.” Nina: “That’s one of my favourites. You should listen to ‘Rihannon’, that’s my favourite favourite.” Eddie: (mocking, smiling) “Favourite favourite? Spoken like a true grammatical genius.” Nina: [embarrassed, giving Eddie a shove, to which he laughs] “Shut up.” [smirking] “I heard something about you.” Eddie’s stomach drops, his face contorting with worry. Oh god, who told her I liked her?! He thought. Eddie: (laughing awkwardly) “You did, huh? What might that be?” Nina: (airily) “Steve told me that-” Steve, Eddie thinks, that shit stirring little shi- “-One time you got hit on by a cougar at the Hideout and now after every gig you have to avoid Linda Wiseman, the fifty-three year old diner waitress, incase she squeezes your ass again.” [Nina tries to hide her smug grin]
Oh thank God he didn’t tell her- wait, why did he tell her that?!
Eddie: [grinning, flushed, trying to play it cool] “She says I have a cute tushy.” [Nina bursts into laughter, Eddie grins proudly] “How did that conversation come up?” Nina: (embarrassed) “Oh, erm-” [fiddling with her pen] “I heard something about you, wanted to see if it was true.” Eddie: (teasingly) “And you couldn’t ask me?” Nina: (awkwardly, blushing) “I dunno, I don’t know you that well yet, I didn’t want to intrude.” Eddie: [hiding his nerves, faux confidence] “Ask away.” Nina: “Really?” Eddie: “Sure.” (cheeky) “I quizzed you on your rumours in Science. It’s the least I can do.” Nina: “Okay then…” [smiling coyly] “I heard a rumour that you mooned the entire school at the school talent show in eleventh grade?” Eddie: (flirty) “Are all these rumours involving my ass?” (Nina snorts and smiles to herself) “And yes that is true, earned myself a week of after school detention.” Nina: (gobsmacked, laughing) “No way!” (faking thoughtfulness) “Hmm… how about the rumour that Hopper caught you smoking weed in your van and you bribed him with a joint to let you off the hook?” Eddie: (smug) “For legal reasons, I can neither confirm nor deny.” [Nina laughs loudly and Eddie watches her fondly] Nina: “How about that Steve was your first kiss?” Eddie: “Wrong.” [coy] “He was my fourth.” [Nina giggles] Nina: “You graffitied “Hail Satan” on the side of the school?” Eddie: “For legal reasons, I can neither confirm nor deny that either.” [Nina raises her eyebrows at him, laughing] “I had a lot of pent up rage last summer.” Nin: (laughing hard) “You’ve committed murder?” Fuck, fuck, fuck! Eddie: “Not true.” (uncomfortably) “Though I did get accused of it though, last summer.” Nina: (questioningly) “Oh?” Eddie: (sadly) “A girl, a friend- Chrissy, she was called Chrissy- she died in my trailer.” [coughing away the lump in his throat] “That’s what the whole ‘Jason Carver and his band of dickheads’ witch hunt was about last summer.” Nina: (quietly) “Eddie, I’m so sorry.” [looking guiltily at Eddie’s glum face] “I shouldn’t have brought it up, I-” Eddie: “Don’t apologise, you were bound to find out sometime.” Nina: “But we were having fun and I’ve made you sad and-” Eddie: [more to himself than Nina] “It’s okay! It’s okay. You’ve not made me sad. It’s in the past now, it’s okay.” Nina: [after a few moments. making light, teasing] “Wow, drugs, arson and public nudity? What kind of friends is Robin keeping?” Eddie: (smiling softly) “It doesn’t freak you out?” Nina: (flirty) “Takes more than a bad rap sheet to freak me out. I like bad boys.” Eddie: (chuckling) “I don’t know whether to be thankful or concerned.” Nina: “We’ll go with thankful.” [looking at Eddie, softly] “Y’know, I know we haven’t known each other very long but you can talk to me if you ever need an ear.” Eddie: (touched) “Really?” [Nina nods, smiling] “Thanks Nina, you too.” (nervous) “With all that California stuff I mean, I’m here if you need someone too.” Nina: (soft, fragile) “I think we’ll leave it there for today.” [Eddie tries to hide his disappointment] “Same time on Friday?” Eddie: “You can count on it. I’ll be there.”
Friday / Hawkins High School / 3:30pm
Nina is walking out of Maths with Robin and Steve.
Steve: “You guys fancy doing something tonight?” Robin: “Sure, what are you thinking?” Nina: “Oh I’m helping Eddie with his English assignment. I could meet you guys after?” Robin: (smirking) “Sure. Meet you at the diner?”
Nina sees Eddie walking away from the school, up the field, through the woods. Following several yards after him is a blonde girl in a cheerleader uniform. Nina frowns.
Nina: “Where is Eddie going? Who is following him?” Robin: “Not sure where he’s going, I think that’s Sarah following him. New head cheerleader, surprisingly nice compared to the rest of them.” Nina: “Oh.” Steve: [knowingly, awkward] “I bet it’s nothing. Probably just doing a deal or something. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Nina: “Maybe he’s forgotten he’s supposed to meet me.” Robin: [awkward, trying to reassure Nina] “I doubt it. He’ll just have a thing.” Nina: “Oh okay.” [turning on her heels, retreating to the library] “I’ll see you guys later then. Or in 10 minutes, if Eddie doesn’t turn up.” Steve and Robin: (uncomfortable) “Sure.” “See you soon!”
Nina walks to the library, setting her bag down. She chews her lip anxiously, thinking Eddie has forgotten about her.
20 minutes pass and Nina sighs, disappointed. She begins to pack her bag and leave.
As she opens the library door to leave, Eddie comes bursting in.
Eddie: (frantic) “Sorry I’m late! I hadn’t forgotten, I had a… thing.” Nina: (feeling rejected) “You’re late.” Eddie: “I’m sorry, I had a thing to do. I’m here now, so teach me Obi Wan Ninomi.” Nina: (smiles despite feeling glum) “Okay Eddie Skywalker.”
Eddie stares at Nina, blinking in awe as his heart flutters at her reference. He shakes himself back to normal and unpacks his bag chaotically, papers everywhere. Nina sits awkwardly on a chair, not unpacking her bag. Eddie senses Nina’s quiet, subdued mood.
Eddie: (frowning) “Are you okay?” Nina: [snapping out of it] “Yeah, I’m fine.” [fake smile] “Are you? You look all flustered and sweaty.” Eddie: (embarrassed) “I ran from the top of the field.” Nina: [curiosity getting the better of her] “I saw you walking up there. Meeting someone?” Eddie: (uncomfortable) “Just a friend.” Nina: (jealous) “She’s pretty.” Eddie: (dismissive) “Yeah she is. So, English!” Nina: (persistent) “Is she your girlfriend?” Eddie: (shocked) “What, Sarah? No, no!” [laughing] “I could never get a girl like Sarah if I tried. She’s way out of my league.” Nina: [sad, offended and trying not to show it] “Oh.” Eddie: [trying to recover, failing] “I mean, she’s not my type. Too mainstream. I’m not interested in her like that. We used to go to primary school together.” Nina: “Ah.” Eddie: “I was dealing to her. Don’t tell anyone, it’s not something she or I is proud of. Gotta pay the bills somehow.” Nina: [nodding, now understanding, still a bit jealous] “Ahh, I see.” Eddie: (worried) “Don’t judge me.” Nina: [half defensive, half reassuringly] “Hey, I don’t judge. You gotta do what you gotta do.” [trying to lighten the mood] “We should get stoned sometime.” Eddie: (excited) “Really? You’d want to?” Nina: (smiling) “Sure. I go really dumb when stoned though, just warning you.” Eddie: (laughing) “I once ate an entire box of cereal dry cause I forgot to pour the milk in.” (Nina laughs hard, her nose creasing as she does, Eddie swoons)
Eddie and Nina stare at each other for a few moments, the atmosphere electric, before looking away shyly. Eddie coughs to soothe the flutter in his stomach.
Nina: [pulling her glasses out of her bag] “So for the assignment, I think if we grouped the ideas in themes it would make more sense.” Eddie: (blinking) “I didn’t know you wore glasses.” Nina: (shy, embarrassed) “Oh, yeah, I’m supposed to wear them to read but I hate wearing them.” Eddie: “They’re nice. You look nice.” Nina: (shyer still) “Thanks.” [recovering from her damp mood] “So we could do weather metaphors for this point,” [highlighting the lyrics ‘Do I have to tell the story, Of a thousand rainy days since we first met? It's a big enough umbrella, But it's always me that ends up getting wet’] “With the rain symbolising the writer’s emotions - And we could do hyperbole for this part.” [highlighting the lyrics ‘Every little thing she does is magic’ and ‘I resolved to call her up, A thousand times a day, And ask her if she'll marry me, Some old-fashioned way’ And ‘But my silent fears have gripped me, Long before I reach the phone, Long before my tongue has tripped me, Must I always be alone.’
Eddie watched Nina intently, trying to listen to Nina’s ideas but too focused on watching her.
Eddie: “How come you’re so good at English?” Nina: (shrugging) “I’ve always enjoyed English.” [Confessional, lighthearted, embarrassed] “Plus this is my second time doing it so I’m nearly a pro now.” Eddie: “You’re resitting?” Nina: (awkwardly) “Yeah… don’t tell anyone please. Only Robin knows. I had to drop out last year ‘cause of… stuff. So I started to re-sit my final year in September and then I transferred here a few weeks ago…” Eddie: (smiling) “Fair enough. This is my third attempt at final year so no judgement from me.” Nina: (flirty) “Third time’s a charm, right?” Eddie: (blushing, smiling) “Right.” Nina: “So, Steve, Robin and I are going to the diner later… Do you want to come?” Eddie: [excited] “Yeah! I’d love to-” [realising, sullen] “Shit, I’ve got Hellfire tonight… maybe another time?” Nina: [dejected, but still smiling] “Sure. See you Monday?” Eddie: “Sure. Bye Nina.” [waving a sad goodbye] “Damn it.”
The Diner / 6pm
Robin: [Slurping her milkshake, in a hushed tone as Steve leaves the table] “So, Nina, You and Eddie seem to be getting along well.” Nina: [blushing, laughing off her humiliation] “Don’t start, I’ve already had the piss taken out of me all day by Nancy and Jonathan, I don’t need it from you too.” Robin: “I’m being serious! Just give me a bit of gossip, just a little.” [Robin squeezes her pointer finger and thumb together to exaggerate the ‘little’] “How’s being his study buddy going?” Nina: (shy, stirring the last of her milkshake) “Things are nice, yeah. He’s a nice guy. We get on really well. We didn’t really have that awkward ‘getting to know each other' phase, we just kinda clicked.” Robin: [Putting down change on the table, getting up to leave] “Do you think you’ll see any more of him outside of school and study club?” Nina: [Getting up, grabbing her bag, fishing out change] “Honestly, I hope so. He kinda hasn’t made a move yet. I think he only sees me as a friend.” Robin: “He’d be an idiot not to!” [walking away] Nina: “Hey, where are you going? We haven’t paid!” Robin: “Off to tell Steve the good news, he’s almost as gossip deprived as me.” [Robin runs off before Nina can chase after her] Nina: [chasing after Robin, laughing, trying to grab Robin] “You little shit, come back here!”
Nina’s Room / 9:30 pm
Nina looks at the clock by her bedside. 9:30pm.
Robin: “I’m going in the shower, need the bathroom before I go in?” [Nina doesn’t respond] “Nina?” Nina: (absentmindedly) “Hm?” Robin: “You okay there?” Nina: (half-heartedly) “Yeah I’m good. Nah use the bathroom, I’m gonna shower in the morning.” Robin: (sighing) “Right, okay, what’s up?” Nina: (laughing to cover her lying) “Nothing’s up, I’m fine.” Robin: (lightly) “I know you well enough to know when you’re lying, Goose. Spill!”
Nina pulls out a notebook from under her pillow.
Nina: “Miss Kelly wants me to do this dumb mental health journal thing. My punishment for punching Jason in the face. I don’t know, it’s just… I don’t know.” Robin: “Is that why she pulled you out of Maths today?” [Nina nods, Robin picks up the journal examining it, Nina has doodled all over it, inquisitive] “Hm, that’s an interesting choice from her.” (Curious) “Is she going to read it?” Nina: “No, she says it’s just for me to process everything in.” [sighing] “I don’t even know where to begin.” Robin: (thoughtful) “You could write in it like you write your poetry.” Nina: (softly, glum) “I don’t have any inspiration.” Robin: (carefully) “Maybe do it one day at a time. Like, a sentence for each day, to summarise?” Nina: “Sure.” Robin: [standing up to exit, turning around] “I’m always here if you want to talk, bestie.” Nina: [smiling kindly] “Thanks, Rob. Goodnight.”
Nina looks at the alarm clock on her bedside table, 00:23 AM.
She is tapping her pen restlessly off the cover of the notebook. She is shaking her legs anxiously as she chews the skin off her thumb.
She clicks the top of her pen and opens the page.
Her eyes well up and she sighs, throwing the book down beside her on the bed. She lies staring at the illuminations of occasional passing car headlights from the street on her bedroom ceiling.
Nina looks at the alarm clock on her bedside table. 2:33am.
Nina looks down at the book. There are multiple sentences written out.
“I’m scared to open up in case I can’t stop everything from overflowing.” and “I don’t want to get hurt again.” is scratched out harshly.
“I’m scared in case I fuck everything up.” is scratched out in a big black blob.
“I’m scared I’m unlovable”, “I’m scared in case I hurt Robin.”, “I’m scared to want him.” and “I’m scared in case it’s too much for him.” is blacked out, unreadable.
“I’m scared.” is the only sentence readable.
Nina throws the book at the wall, cringing at the thump it makes in the quiet house.
Nina: [quietly, to herself] “I’ve got to get out of here.”
Nina puts on her sweatshirt and flip flops. She quietly pushes the window up on its hinges, and looks down. She (somewhat carefully) climbs down the lattice on the side of the house and begins to walk.
03:58 AM
Nina has walked for hours. She walked out of the housing estate, along the empty roads lit by flickering streetlights, through the forest, to a large field. The only sounds around her are the clacking of her flip flops against the rocky pavement and the soft sounds of nature around her. The sky is a deep blue, the sun beginning to crack over the horizon.
Nina hops over the fence to the field, making herself comfortable on the ground with a clear view of the sunrise. She breathes a deep sigh, closing her eyes. She suddenly flinches as she hears footsteps behind her, her heart racing.
Nina: [frightened, voice cracking] “Is someone there?” [grabbing her pocket knife] “I have a weapon! Back off!” Eddie: [with his headphones on, oblivious, singing quietly to himself] “Rihannon rings like a bell through the night and wouldn’t you love to love her,” [sighing to himself] “Yes Stevie, I would love to love her.” Nina: [loudly] “Hello? Who's there?” [Eddie walks on a twig that snaps, Nina flinches]
Eddie hops over the fence, humming to himself as he walks through the field, oblivious to Nina sitting in the field in the tall grass.
Eddie: “Takes to the night like a bird in fli-AAAH! What the fuck?” [pulling his headphones off his ears] “Who the fuck is that?” Nina: “Eddie?” Eddie: “Nina? What the hell are you doing?!” Nina: “I’m… Sitting.” Eddie: [incredulously] “You’re sitting?! It’s four in the morning, why are you sitting in a field at four am?!” Nina: [standing up, brushing the grass off her shorts, embarrassed] “I, I couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d watch the sun rise.” Eddie: [clutching his chest, panicked] “You scared the shit out of me!” Nina: “You scared the shit out of me! I was calling out and nobody replied, I thought I was about to get axe murdered!” [scalding] “And who walks around in the middle of the night with headphones on?! You could have been axe murdered!” Eddie: “I… couldn’t sleep either.” Nina: (curious) “Insomnia?” Eddie: (shyly) “Nightmares.” Nina: “Oh.” Eddie: “Do you wanna, I don’t know, walk together? Somewhere? Maybe?” Nina: (smiling) “Sure.” [They begin walking through the field] Eddie: (curiously) “Do you wanna talk about it?” Nina: “About what?” Eddie: “What’s keeping you awake?” Nina: [guarded] “It’s okay.” [Eddie looks at her with raised eyebrows, she sighs] “I just can’t turn my mind off. It’s going like a million miles an hour and it just-“ [struggling] “Won’t be quiet. Y’know?” Eddie: “I get you.” Nina: (hopeful) “Yeah?” Eddie: “Yeah. And I’ve got the perfect cure too.” Nina: (surprised) “You do?” Eddie: [grinning] “Yeah.” [he pulls out a spliff from his pocket] “Always calms me down when my mind won’t shut up. I was gonna have it to myself but I don’t mind sharing it. If you’d like?” Nina: “Really?” Eddie: “Sure, what are f-friends for.”
Idiot! Why did you say friends?! No way you’ll get out of the friendzone now, dumbass, Eddie thinks.
Friends? Oh. Better than nothing, I guess, Nina thinks glumly.
Nina: “We’re friends?” Eddie: (nervously) “Sure, yeah, we’re friends.” [rambling] “Science partners, study buddies, you’re friends with Robin and that lot and I’m friends with them too so that makes us friends, I think, yeah, and now your dealer too apparently.” Nina: “Eddie, chill, light your spliff.” Eddie: “Oh thank god.” [he puts the spliff between his lips and inhales, then passes it to Nina] Nina: [kicking the grass from under her feet as she walks] “I really make you nervous, don’t I?” Eddie: [scratching his neck, flustered] “I- yeah, you do.” Nina: [inhaling] “Why?” Eddie: “I- I think you’re really cool.” [taking the spliff off her, inhaling] “Thanks.” Nina: “Thanks Eddie. I think you are too.” Eddie: (brightly) “Yeah?” Nina: (warmly) “Yeah, I do.” [picking at the grass beside her as she walks] “So, do you wanna talk about it?” Eddie: “About how cool you find me? Sure.” Nina: [laughing, rolling her eyes] “About your nightmares.” Eddie: “Nah, it’s good.” [Nina looks at him with raised eyebrows] “I will if you will.” Nina: (unsure) “Okay. You first.”
They sit further on the field on a clearing, watching the sunrise.
Nina: “Spill.” Eddie: “It’s dumb.” Nina: “Dumb enough to stop you from sleeping.” [Eddie pulls at the grass under him] “Try me.” Eddie: [embarrassed, looking forward at the sky, rushed] “I dream I’m in this place, like another world kinda but it’s still Hawkins, and I can’t move and these bats are chewing on me and I look down and my body is rotting with maggots and bugs and stuff and I try to call out but my voice doesn’t work, and I wake up screaming.” [looking at Nina warily] “It’s dumb.” Nina: “Doesn’t sound dumb, sounds traumatic as hell. And also kinda metal as fuck. Good thing it’s only a dream, huh?” [Eddie breathes a light laugh, if only you knew, he thinks.] “How often do you get them?” Eddie: “A few times a week. I used to get them every night last summer, Wayne had to switch to night shifts cause he didn’t get any sleep.” Nina: [voice horse from the weed] “That sucks. Have you tried anything for it? Sleeping pills, mindfulness, hypnosis?” Eddie: [tying the grass in knots] “Yeah, sort of. I gave up on them to be honest, didn’t do much to help.” [taking the spliff off Nina, inhaling] “Now when I get them I just take a walk and have a spliff. Eventually I calm down and sleep again.” Nina: “I’m the same, sort of.” [looking at the sky] “Life doesn’t feel so heavy when the sun comes up.” Eddie: (teasingly) “Damn, that’s deep, you’re definitely a poet.” Nina: [shoving him playfully] “Shut up.” Eddie: [inhaling, passing the spliff] “Your turn.” Nina: [rubbing her face stressfully, taking the spliff] “I just- I can’t stop my mind from racing. And I’m scared to close my eyes.” Eddie: “Why?” Nina: [voice cracking] “Cause I wake up and realise where I am and it hurts all over again.” [inhaling, tearing up] Eddie: (joking) “Definitely a poet.” [lightly] “You okay?” Nina: (nodding, half broken, half hopeful) “I will be.” [inhaling] “Just need to get my shit together.” Eddie: “You can always talk to me, y’know?” [nervously, can’t look Nina in the eyes] “I know I said it before and we haven’t known each other for long and I hardly have my shit together myself but I’m always here. You can trust me.” Nina: (smiling softly, warm) “Thank you, Eddie. You too.” [sighing] “I just suck at opening up to people.” Eddie: (joking) “Try having your guts eaten my demon bats every night, I’m open for every bat and person in Hawkins to feast on.” [Nina laughs] Nina: (teasing) “Who’s the poet now?”
Eddie laughs. They both lean back on their hands to watch the sunrise, their hands brush each other's. They sit in silence for a while, hands barely touching, watching the sunrise. Nina shivers as they brush hands again.
Eddie: (concerned) “Are you cold?” Nina: (smiling softly) “I’m okay, I promise.” [Eddie is already shrugging off his hoodie] “Eddie, seriously, you don’t have to-” Eddie: (protective) “Shut up and take the hoodie.”
Nina smiles and puts on the hoodie. She subtly inhales Eddie’s warm scent.
Eddie: “Are you tired?” Nina: (humming, peaceful) “Mm, it’s nice.” [looking at Eddie] “First time I’ve felt relaxed in weeks.” Eddie: [fondly, heart eyes] “Good. Come on, let me walk you home.”
Eddie and Nina walk home together. The sky is warm red and purple, the chirping of birds beginning to chorus. Nina’s house is on the other side of town from Eddie’s, but Eddie insists on walking Nina to her door. They make peaceful, content small talk as they walk, and eventually walk in silence, happy in each other’s company. Their fingers brush as they walk, both of them so badly wanting to intertwine fingers.
Nina: (at ease) “Thank you for walking me home, Eddie. Goodnight.” Eddie: “Goodnight, Nina.” [sudden confidence, sweaty palms, wide eyes] “Nina, wait!” Nina: “Oh sorry Eddie, your hoodie, here I-” Eddie: (interrupting) “No no, keep the hoodie. I, erm, I was wondering-” [rushed, nervous] “I was wondering if you’d like to hang out sometime. Just me and you.” Nina: (smiling brightly, happy) “That sounds nice.” (blushing, waving goodbye) “Goodnight, Eddie.” Eddie: (affectionately) “Sleep well, Nina. Goodnight.”
When Nina enters the house again (through the window) and is out of Eddie’s view, she grins, bringing the neck of the hoodie to her nose, inhaling and sighing happily. As Eddie is out of Nina’s view he jumps up and down excitedly, fisting the air with his success.
Nina falls asleep peacefully wrapped in Eddie’s hoodie. Eddie walks home, singing to himself softly, smiling the whole way home. When he gets home he falls asleep thinking of Nina and he finally drifts into a dreamless sleep.
Monday / 4pm / Hawkins High School Library
Nina: (concentrating) “Keep still.” Eddie: “What…” [bashful, looking up from his writing] “What are you doing?” Nina: “Drawing you.” Eddie: [flushed] “You’re- what?” Nina: “I need volunteers for my art assignment and the lighting here is good. Just keep doing what you’re doing, you won’t even notice me.” Eddie: [blushing under Nina’s stare] “Okay.” Nina: (worried) “Is that okay? I mean- you don’t mind?” Eddie: “No, not at all. Least I can do.” (sweating) “Steve and Robin didn’t volunteer?” Nina: “Oh I’ve already drawn them. Robin says if I draw her anymore I’ll look like an obsessed serial killer and Steve was way too excited, my sketchbook is filled with Steve’s face.” Eddie: (jealous) “Oh.” Nina: “His hair is surprisingly hard to draw.” Eddie: (amused) “Good luck drawing mine then.” Nina: (concentrating on his features) “You have nice hair.” Eddie: (self-conscious) “You think so? I keep thinking about cutting it.” Nina: “No way! You pull off the glam rock hair well.” [Eddie blushes hard, his concentration on his assignment completely out the window.] Eddie: [hiding behind his hair, mock confidence] “Make sure you get my good side!” [Nina laughs hard, Eddie tries to take a peak of Nina’s drawings] “Can I see?” Nina: (teasing) “Hey! Concentrate on your own work!” Eddie: (bashful) “Sorry.” Nina: (smiling) “Finish the page and I’ll show you when I’m done.” Eddie: (teasing) “Yes, Mom.” Nina: “How’s the assignment going?” Eddie: [returning to his work] “Good, a few more paragraphs and I think I’m done.” Nina: “Can I read it?” Eddie: (teasingly) “I’ll show you when I’m done.” Nina: (laughing) “Well played.”
Eddie tries to concentrate on his work, failing as he shies from Nina’s gaze. Nina concentrates on Eddie’s features and flicks back to her sketchbook, the soft sounds of the pencil against the paper filling the quiet library.
Nina: “You have very pretty eyes. And a nice smile.” Eddie: [mock confidence, hiding his nerves] “Stop, you’re fuelling my ego.”
Nina giggles at Eddie, he smiles widely. He stops writing completely and watches Nina as she draws him, this time she is blushing.
Eddie: “So…” [trying to continue the conversation] “Do you have any plans this weekend?” Nina: [tucking her hair behind her ear] “Yeah, I’m hanging around the Family Video store until Steve and Robin finish work and then we’re gonna hang out at Steve’s. We’re having a BBQ at his place on Sunday.” Eddie: (stung) “Oh, nice. Fun.” Nina: (oblivious) “What are you doing this weekend?” Eddie: (cooly) “Band practice, I think. Then work on Sunday.” Nina: “Cool. What about after graduation?” Eddie: (teasingly) “Need to graduate first, then I can plan ahead.” Nina: “Come on, you’ve got it in the bag!” [Eddie blushes] “You’ve got to have some idea.” Eddie: [scratching his neck awkwardly] “I was thinking of maybe travelling for a while. Once I’ve got some money saved up.” Nina: “I love that, that sounds so fun! I’m dying to go to New York.” Eddie: (excitedly) “Me too! I hope one day my band can play a gig there.” Nina: “I’ll come and watch, I’ll be your groupie.” [Nina flushes with embarrassment and Eddie laughs, finding Nina’s embarrassment adorable] “That was embarrassing, scratch that.” Eddie: “Ideally Corroded Coffin would make it big but I don’t know… I’m looking for other jobs too once I graduate, but I don’t know where would have me.” Nina: “Don’t put yourself down so much, you never know! You’ve already got the rockstar vibe, you could pull it off.”
They look at each other for a few moments, content in the silence. Nina breaks eye contact first, continuing to shade on the paper. Eddie looks back at his work, the words blurring on the page, his mind scrambled.
He closes the notebook and turns to watch Nina draw.
Nina: (shy) “I can’t draw with you watching me.” Eddie: “Oh, sorry. I can’t concentrate anymore, my head hurts.” Nina: “We can pick up on Thursday if you want?” Eddie: [not wanting to leave] “Don’t you need to finish your drawing?” Nina: (smiling) “I can finish it another day.” Eddie: “Finish it now. I won’t watch, promise.” Nina: [quietly, smiling, happy in his quiet company] “Okay.” Eddie: “What do you want to do after you graduate?” Nina: [messing with her hair, eyes concentrated on the page, Eddie smiles at her] “It’s lame, you’ll laugh.” Eddie: “Try me.” Nina: “I want to be a florist.” Eddie: “That’s not lame. Flowers and shit.” Nina: (rolling her eyes) “It’s a bit more than flowers and shit but yeah, flowers and shit. I hope to get my own place once I’ve saved up the money. I can't live with Robin and Sheryl all my life. Maybe travel, I don’t know.” Eddie: (curiously) “Would you go back to California?” Nina: (uneasy) “Maybe. Probably not, no. Not much left for me there anymore.” Eddie: “Friends? family?” Nina: “Some friends, not good friends though. Family, no.” (Sad smile) “Just little old me.” Eddie: (worried) “Would you stay in Hawkins?” Nina: [hiding her sadness] “I can go whenever the wind takes me now, I guess. But Hawkins is nice, Robin is the closest thing I’ve got to family and I like it here, so who knows.” Eddie: “Well Dustin and Max are pretty taken with you, they’d like it if you stayed. They didn’t stop talking about you after that study group a few weeks ago.” Nina: (joking) “I think Dustin is just mind blown that he knows a girl who likes Lord of the Rings.” [Eddie laughs, Nina smiles] “But Max, sure, she’s cute. I’m going to take her surfing sometime.”
As they are leaving the library an hour later, Nina tugs on Eddie’s sleeve. He turns around to face Nina.
Nina: (shy) “When you’ve finished work on Sunday you’re welcome to come to the BBQ? We’ve got a tonne of food.” Eddie: (awkwardly) “I don’t know…” [Nina’s face drops] “I don’t want to intrude.” Nina: (disappointed) “Well, the offer is there.” [winking] “And it’ll be the last invite I give since you’ve blown me off twice now!” [waving bye before walking to her car] “See you later, Eddie.” Eddie: [shouting across the empty car park] “Yes!” [Eddie cringes at the loudness of his voice] “Yes, I’ll come. Might be after 3?” Nina: [smirking] “See you there.”
Thursday / Hawkin’s High School / 9:05am
Eddie looks around the school car park for Nina’s car, disappointed to see Robin riding into school on her bike.
Eddie: “Nina not in today?” Robin: (sarcastic) “Well good morning to you too Eddie!” (Grumpy) “No, Nina is not in today, neither is her car because she won’t let me borrow it as the car is her “baby” and apparently I drive like a maniac! So yeah!” [angrily locking her bike to the bike stand] “And Steve wouldn’t give me a lift because he spent too long fussing with his stupid hair and was already running late, so now I’m drenched and late.” [mumbling] “Brilliant.” Eddie: (bewildered) “I mean, I can give you a lift home if you want.” Robin: (curiously) “Why would you do that?” Eddie: “That's what friends do, right?” Robin: (smiling now) “We’re friends? You class me as your friend?” Eddie: (smiling) “Sure. Going through hell together kinda qualifies us being friends. What's up with Nina?” Robin: (laughing) “Oh now I get it, you want to give me a lift home so you can see Nina!” Eddie: (embarrassed) “No, no! I’d give you a lift regardless. I was just wondering where she was, that's all, we’re supposed to have study group tonight.” [Robin smirks knowingly, enjoying watching Eddie squirm] Robin: “I’d be offended by your lack of subtlety if I wasn’t desperate for a lift home. She’s got a migraine or something, she didn’t really say. See you after school Eddie!”
Eddie mumbled a ‘See you’ to Robin before walking to the day's lessons.
3:30pm / Hawkins High School car park
Robin hops into Eddie’s car.
Eddie: “Ready to go?” Robin: (sighing in relief) “Yeah, please.”
Eddie puts on the radio in the car.
Robin: (amused) “You got Nina flowers?” Eddie: (embarrassed) “Erm, yeah. Girls like flowers when they’re sick, right?” Robin: (smiling) “Yeah, they do.” (thoughtful) “She’d like that. It’s nice you care about her.” [Eddie blushes Robin talks under her breath] “God knows she needs someone to.” Eddie: (oblivious) “What was that?” Robin: “Nothing. Just thinking out loud.” [pauses] “Before we go in, I just need to warn you, Nina’s a bit… rough today?” Eddie: “Like throwing up?” Robin: “Sort of… like…” [struggling for words] “Not well. Sometimes she can get a bit defensive when she’s ill. Don’t take it personally. It’s a whole ‘dark and twisty’ thing.” Eddie: (realising) “Oh! Is it shark week? Should I have brought chocolate?” Robin: (disgusted) “No it’s not shark week and ew! Never say that again!” (struggling to explain) “She’s just struggling a bit today, I think.” Eddie: (worried) “I don’t have to come in if you think I shouldn’t.” Robin: “No! I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you. Maybe wait outside while I check?” Eddie: (nervous) “Sure.”
Robin hops out Eddie’s van, smiling widely. She says a polite ‘thank you’ and opens the front door. Eddie takes a deep breath, checking his appearance in the driver’s mirror, before walking to the front door and waiting patiently.
Nina walks to the front door, shocked to see Eddie. She’s wearing a Eddie's baggy sweater and shorts, her hair messy and eyes red and puffy.
Nina: “Eddie… Hi.” Eddie: “Hi.” Nina: (shy) “I wasn’t expecting you, I would have made more of an effort.” Eddie: “Don’t be silly. The jumper is cute.” [Nina blushes, realising she’s wearing Eddie’s hoodie] Nina: "I haven't had a chance to wash it yet, sorry." Eddie: "Don't apologise. Here, Robin said you were ill. I got you these.” [handing out the flowers awkwardly] Nina: [shocked, heart-warmed] “Seriously? Wow, nobody has ever gotten me flowers before.” (smiling sincerely) “Thank you Eddie.” [looking confused at the flowers, roots and soil covering the bottom of them, then laughing] “Did you pull these from someone’s garden?” Eddie: [scratching his neck awkwardly] “Yeah, I had to improvise.” Nina: [smiling for the first time today] “They’re lovely. I love flowers. Thank you. Do you want to come in?” Eddie: (sincerely) “Oh, if you’re ill I don’t want to bother you. Just thought I’d make sure you’re okay.” Nina: (happier) “I am now.” Eddie: “Oh, and I finished the paper. Thank you for all the help.” Nina: “Really? Already? Can I read it?” Eddie: “If you want to, yeah.” Nina: (warm) “I do. Come in.”
Eddie comes inside, cleaning his shoes on the rug. He pulls the paper out of his bag and lets Nina read over it as they sit on the couch together. While she reads, he studies her frazzled appearance. He smiles softly at her, watching now she smiles as she reads his work, her messy appearance now lit up by her smile.
Nina: “This is brilliant Eddie. You’ve nailed it.” Eddie: “Thanks. Couldn’t have done it without your help.” Nina: [eyeing Eddie lovingly] “Anytime.”
Nina tries to hide her disappointment at not having any more library ‘dates’ with Eddie.
Eddie: [reluctant, awkward] “I better go.” Nina: [trying to hide her disappointment] “Oh, okay.” Eddie: [slowly, not wanting to move] “I’ll leave you be. I hope you feel better soon.” Nina: “Thank you Eddie. And thank you for the flowers. It means a lot.” Eddie: (smiling) “No problem. See you tomorrow? If you’re feeling better?” [taking one last look at Nina as he leaves through the front door] Nina: [nodding] “See you then. Bye.”
Nina closes the door, resting her head on the door, smiling. Eddie lingers in his van for a moment, hoping to get a last glimpse of Nina, shaking his head and driving away, happy.
Nina returns to school on Friday, happier than the day before. Eddie gives her a smile and a wave, happy to see her in the cafeteria. All Eddie can think about is seeing Nina outside of school hours on Sunday.
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THE EX ROUTE IS GOING TO KILL ME, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO US😭😭
IM SORRY😭 to be fair id never forgive cheating but in games i usually always let it slide so i really wanted to have a ro where it feels very vulnerable to not only move on but also allow oneself to fall in love AGAIN... i think itll be a very interesting dynamic to explore (and i love drama LOL love when authors rip my heart to shreds and then stomp on the pieces too)
fyi youll be able to be hesitant, fearful or whatever OR you can cheat with them, not caring for their current partner and be like rory from gilmore girls where she's like "dean was mine first" (iykyk!!!!)
added a little snippet of a potential scene ive got planned with MC on 'the ex' ro route. call it a little taster LOL (under the cut)
(fyi its from the pov of an MC who still involuntarily feels something for the ex)
“don’t do that,” you spit, gaze slowly travelling down your ex-spouse’s frame. they’re seated on the opposite side of the living room, on the same exact sofa they used to occupy – be it during game nights, movie nights, or simply weekends spent quietly enjoying each other’s company. it felt like the perfect fit. they were the unique key to your lock. the gentle notes on your sometimes out of pitch days… until the music abruptly came to a halt, never to be played again. and ever since that day, three years ago, your life has been muted – dulled even. “do what?” they tilt their face up, and for a moment you’re transferred back in time. but you snap yourself out of it just as quickly; you refuse to go down that path again. although you’re stood a few metres away, you’re able to make out a shapely outline – it's you – on the otherwise empty page of the sketchbook propped on their lap. “you’re drawing me – I don’t want you to draw me.” “why can’t I? you look beautiful.” the stupidly crooked smile creeping upon their features is like a stab to the heart, and those last three words shove the knife straight through your body. just like that, your lungs implode – you’re in too deep. a tsunami of emotions rips open every old wound you nurtured close so carefully over the past months. the hours spent in therapy, flushed down the drain by a sweet compliment. soured by the wrong person. “because that’s what you did when you were with them. when I see you doing this, it makes me think about every night you lied.” your throat grows tight, your vision blurs, and yet you continue, “every night you spent with [redacted] while I was right here… waiting.” for seemingly the first time, you notice sun rays peeking through your beige curtains. it’s almost like the sun has sensed the devastation ongoing in the pit of your stomach, and so with each passing second of your skin soaking up the warm orange beams, the grey clouds inside your head clear more and more. it takes one large breath to relax the tightness of your vocal cords, before you’re able to force a sound out. “you really hurt me [redacted]…” as soon as a look of regret takes over [redacted]’s otherwise painfully gorgeous face, a small flame of hope lights up in your body – one you didn’t grant permission. it’s soothing… and familiar, yet you starve that spark and let it die. “you drawing me like that – it hurts because you know I’ll like it… and that’s not fair, [redacted]” you whisper, before standing tall, a surge of determination coursing through your veins, “I’m not going to let you do this to me again.”
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debris becoming whole again (The Owl House)
Rating: Teen Relationships: Amity & Hunter, Belos & Hunter Words: 4.4k Additional Tags: Birthday Trauma, Pre-Canon Flashback, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Reference Child Abuse, Angst & Fluff, Banter, Grief/Mourning, Complicated Feelings, Post-Canon (W&D Timeskip) Summary:
Hunter blinks at her in pure disbelief. “There’s no way you forgot my last birthday.”
“I’m sorry.” Amity does look genuinely sorry about it, which is nice but not what he was getting at.
“No, I mean, it’s actually impossible that you could forget it. You were there.”
“I’m gonna be honest… I don’t think I even know when your birthday is.” She admits, looking sheepish as if that’s her fault, somehow.
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Hunter is smiling as he makes his way down the castle halls.
No one sees it, of course. All the coven scouts see as they’re passing by is the Golden Guard power walking with purpose down the hall. They step out of the way and avert their gaze, avoiding any kind of eye contact, which is just fine to Hunter. He doesn’t want to be delayed for a second longer than necessary.
It’s not every day that Emperor Belos wakes him thirty minutes early with a coven courier giving him a letter requesting his presence in his Uncle’s workshop. Hunter had barely been able to contain his excitement long enough to close the door before he was smiling ear-to-ear and rushing through his morning routine. His hair was still slightly damp, but he couldn’t be late– not today.
When he reaches the door, he straightens himself out and clears his throat before knocking.
“Come in,” Belos calls through the wood, and Hunter obeys.
The workshop is one of Hunter’s favorite places in the whole imperial palace. It’s always a cluttered tangle, with half-cooked blueprints and random tubes and bolts and pieces of scrap metal scattered across any flat surface. He’s always careful to step over the various items littering the floor, knowing that it may look like a huge mess but isn’t actually. His Uncle prefers an organized chaos just like Hunter does, and he’ll do his best to respect the space as a guest in it.
“Good morning,” Belos greets him from his seat at one of the benches, his own mask and cloak nowhere to be seen and his long hair pulled back out of his face. He’s bent over, charcoal pencil in his hand scratching away with quick strokes, but pauses his ministrations to turn to Hunter as he approaches. “I see you received my invitation.”
Hunter moves to kneel, bowing his head. “Good morning, Emperor B–”
His Uncle cuts him off with a wave of his hand. “No, none of that, if you please. I do prefer my mornings outside of court and with as little bureaucracy as possible.” He turns back to the bench, pencil in hand as he continues his sketching.
Blushing under his mask, Hunter stands and nods. “Uh. Right. Sorry.”
Belos swipes a hand over the paper he’s working on, brushing away any particles. Then with the same hand, he beckons Hunter closer without looking up. “Come, nephew. Tell me what you think of this– and take that mask off while you’re at it.”
With a practiced hand, he removes his mask and hood in a single swift motion, leaving the golden vizard on the first clear surface he sees. Belos leans back so that Hunter may look over his shoulder at the sketchbook laid on the table.
“It’s… a new artificial staff?” Hunter leans closer, putting a hand on the table to get a better look. His eyes widen as he takes it in. “No, wait, is that my staff? Are you planning another alteration to the mechanisms?”
“It is, and I am.” His Uncle confirms, pointing with the pencil at the fresh blueprint. “There’s actually quite a bit I’d like to implement, but for now– do you see this modification here? With the internal wiring? What do you make of it?”
He absorbs the page, soaking in the looping cockatrice-scratch of his Uncle’s handwriting. “Mixing metals in the wires– tonguesten, copper, and Titan’ium?” He murmurs to himself, trying to connect the dots in his head. “Using copper as the conductor instead of gold would increase power, even if the charge becomes unstable… but putting those two metals together like this wouldn’t work, right?”
Hunter looks to his Uncle, who tilts his head to one side wordlessly with a neutral expression. Seeing that he won’t be getting any hints, he hums and goes back to squinting at the page in front of him.
“This configuration would brick the staff at best, or at worst, cause it explode in your hand the second you try to use it.” He crooks a finger against his chin, running through all his knowledge of magical engineering. “Copper is leaky and Titan’ium reflects magic, which is why normally you should make an effort to avoid using them together, but… not unless… the tonguesten! ”
He straightens his back, holding back a smile as he finally makes the connection. “Using tonguesten as the barrier because of its density will prevent the leaking and keep the refractions of magic within the wire itself, which lets it flow faster and at higher concentration!”
“Very good, Hunter.” Belos nods his approval, making Hunter swell with pride. “These new wire compositions should prevent both that pesky half-second delay and make this mechanism here unnecessary. Once we can remove that eyesore, the head will become lighter and render the staff more balanced than ever. In fact, all these changes I’ve noted down should make it all feel a bit more… natural, so to speak.”
Hunter can’t stop the grin this time. “That’s so– Uncle, you’re a genius! This is incredible!” He says, turning to the elder in excitement.
Belos smiles back, but it’s tense in a way that gives Hunter pause. When he raises a single brow, Hunter suddenly realizes he’s grabbed the Emperor of the Boiling Isles by the shoulders. He pulls his hands back quickly, cheeks and ears burning like he’s just slathered firebee honey on them as he takes a step back.
“I– uh. Um.” Keeping his eyes to the ground, he clears his throat and tries to regain his sense of professionalism. He bends at the waist, arms planted to his sides. “I apologize for my overenthusiasm, sir.”
“That’s quite alright, Hunter. I’m glad to know you’re appreciative of my work.” Belos puts a hand on his head, patting gently. “Just don’t make such reactions into a habit, hm?” Hunter’s breath catches, something warm blossoming in his chest at the gesture even when his Uncle quickly pulls his hand away.
It’s not every day that he receives so much casual affection, as his Uncle has never been very open with his touch– which Hunter understands, of course! The curse is dangerous to those around him, and Belos doesn’t like Hunter getting too close just in case he accidentally injures him. But today must be a good day, one where his curse isn’t bothering him too badly.
“Are you ready to get started?” His Uncle asks, drawing him from his mind.
Hunter blinks and tilts his head. “Started on what?”
“On your staff modifications, of course.”
“Today?” Hunter breathes, lighting up at the nod he gets. “Really? And I get to help?”
Belos chuckles, regal and dignified. “It is your staff, Hunter. You know it nearly as well as I do.” He glances to the door of the workshop, his brow raising again. “Though, I don’t imagine we can begin right this second.”
“Oh.” Something deflates in Hunter but he does his best not to frown or whine like a petulant child not getting his way. “Do you need me to gather the materials first?”
“No, I should have everything we need already.” His Uncle gestures towards his storage containers in the corner, half the lids off of the containers and several labels misplaced or illegible from age. Hunter glances from the materials back to Belos, still not understanding. “It’s just that… well, it would be rather difficult to begin when your staff isn’t here.”
Hunter gasps. “I forgot it in my room! Agh, stupid!” He hits his forehead with his fist a couple times, then turns to run out the door. “Sorry, Uncle! I’ll go and–”
“Hold a tick,” Belos grabs his own staff from where it leans against the wall to his right, using it to levitate Hunter’s mask over to him. “You don’t want to forget this as well, do you?”
“Right– Thank you!” He slips it over his face and pulls his hood up swiftly. “I’ll be right back!”
Before he can rush out of the door, his Uncle calls him back again. “Oh, and one more thing.”
He freezes and wrenches his head back into the room, buzzing with enough energy to power his staff a hundred times over. He forces his tone to stay polite and respectful, no matter how badly he wants to just take off running down the hall towards his bedroom. “Yes, Uncle?”
Belos smiles kindly at him. “Happy sixteenth birthday, Hunter.”
Hunter is so, so glad his Uncle can’t see his face anymore. The second he processes the words, he smiles so wide it makes his cheeks hurt and has to blink the sudden blur in his vision away. It feels like his chest is about to burst from nothing but pure joy.
He has an urge to run back across the room and throw his arms around his Uncle, or even just tell him for once how much he means to him, but he fights it back. No matter how much he cares for him, he can’t cross those boundaries.
His Uncle is a complicated man and has been through a lot of pain in his life– he wouldn’t be appreciative of gestures like that. It’s not in his nature, and Hunter refuses to make his Uncle uncomfortable or, Titan forbid, start putting up his walls when it’s just the two of them again like he did when Hunter was small.
(Back when his Uncle was so distant he often would go weeks without seeing him at all. When he couldn’t find a single chance to show his Uncle how helpful he could actually be to him. No, he won’t go back to that.)
(He’ll show the Emperor every single day just how much he can rely on Hunter, how useful he can be. He’s not going to become more dead weight, and he’s not going to let anyone else take his place.)
(Plus, it’s best for Hunter to remain as professional as possible in the castle. After all, he can only take so much muttering behind his back about nepotism and daycares.)
Instead, Hunter just nods quickly to show his appreciation. “Thank you, Uncle!”
He waits a second for his Uncle to wave his hand, officially dismissing him, before he closes the door to the workshop politely and takes off in a dead sprint down the hall.
Hunter grins under his mask the entire way there and back.
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Hunter sniffles, drawing his knees to his chest tighter.
It’s getting colder out here by the second as the sky darkens, the sun already gone below the horizon. His back is pressed against the wall of the Owl House as he hides away in the backyard. The sounds of the birthday party still going on inside does nothing but make his heart sink even lower.
There’s a sudden raucous of muffled laughter and Hunter squeezes his eyes closed. Everyone is having such a good time. Why can’t he? Why does everything have to be ruined by his dumb brain? Why does he have to be ruined?
It’s not fair of him. It’s supposed to be Gus’s special day. Hunter is supposed to be inside playing games with him and teasing him for turning fourteen and still being a pipsqueak, not sitting outside in the cold and having his own little pity party.
Gus is gonna notice he’s gone soon, and then he’s gonna have to deal with Hunter’s stupid problems instead of getting sick from eating so much of the human cake Luz and Camila brought. But even though Hunter wants more than anything to just suck it up and let himself have a good time with his friends, he just… can’t .
“Stupid,” He mutters to himself, sniffling again.
“Hey.”
Hunter whips his head around, startled. Amity is standing to his right, hands folded in front of her awkwardly. He hadn’t even heard the backdoor open.
She frowns at him and Hunter quickly turns away again to wipe at his face. “Hu–” He cuts himself off and clears his throat before trying again. “Hey.”
Amity approaches carefully and sits down right next to him, not touching but still close enough that he can feel the warmth radiating off of her. Ghost is conspicuously absent from the palisman’s constant post of circling her ankles, and Hunter knows it was on purpose.
His friends can’t even just hang out with their palismen near him without needing to walk on eggshells because of how stupidly sensitive he is. Like, it happened months ago, and Hunter still can’t even think about Flapjack without–
Hunter sniffles harder and scrubs at his eyes. Stupid. He’s so stupid . What’s wrong with him?
“There’s nothing wrong with you.” Amity tells him, and he realizes he was talking out loud. “You’re just having a hard time.”
“I’ve been having a hard time for seventeen years,” He says bitterly and continues to fight his own tear ducts. “I should be used to it by now. I never had these kinds of problems before– before I…”
“Before you left the Emperor’s Coven ?” She gives him a look, flat and unimpressed. “The same coven where showing an ounce of real emotion like this was– how did Luz word it? Like bleeding in shark infested waters?”
Hunter looks away without answering, frustrated over hearing such a logical comment in the face of his very illogical emotions. It makes too much sense for him right now, which makes everything about what he’s doing feel even more stupid.
Amity sighs. “Do you… wanna talk about it?”
Hunter stares ahead, eyes fixed on the edge of the forest around the Owl House. The crowd inside laughs together at something again, muffled and barely-heard through the stone walls and thick glass window next to them.
“I’m just being stupid.” He repeats, turning his head to look at her.
“I mean, when are you not?” She elbows him, smiling. He glares at her in mock-offense and elbows her back, causing a mini elbow war that ends in seconds after a mutual surrender. “Seriously, though. Spill it already.”
Hunter moves a hand down from his knees, picking at the red grass underneath him. “Swear you won’t make fun of me for it?” He asks.
“Swear. Look,” Amity makes a gesture across her chest. “Cross my heart.”
Hunter raises a brow at her. “...What does that even mean?”
“Luz did it once. It’s a human way of pledging a serious promise.”
Hunter sighs. “If Luz used it then good enough, I guess. Fine.”
There’s a long stretch of silence between them. Amity twiddles her thumbs together and Hunter tries to fit the words together in his head in a way where it possibly, just maybe, won’t actually be the stupidest thing he’s said and ever will say to another living soul.
“So…” Amity says. “Are you gonna–”
“My birthdays have always been my favorite memories.” Hunter blurts out, digging one hand into the grass and the other into his hair. Amity goes silent instantly, fixing her attention on him. “Except for– well. You know what happened during the last one.”
“...Do I?” She asks, squinting.
Hunter blinks at her in pure disbelief. “There’s no way you forgot my last birthday.”
“I’m sorry.” She does look genuinely sorry about it, which is nice but not what he was getting at.
“No, I mean, it’s actually impossible that you could forget it. You were there.”
“I’m gonna be honest… I don’t think I even know when your birthday is.” She admits, looking sheepish as if that’s her fault, somehow. “I didn’t realize you already turned seventeen until you said so just now.”
“I… Oh, Titan.” He laughs, but it’s not actually funny. He stops quickly. “I– I just remembered I never actually told anyone. I was so focused on everything else, I never…”
"When is your birthday?"
“My birthday is– Amity, it’s on Samhain." He swallows, his mouth suddenly dry. "Or, well, technically last year it was on Halloween.”
Amity blanches. She’s frozen in shock for a second, staring at him with wide eyes, before she nearly scrambles to take his hand in hers. The pressure is grounding, and he squeezes back just as tight. “Hunter,” She breathes in that same old tone– the one that everyone uses whenever Hunter shares anything about his life that’s less than perfectly happy. Horror, concern, and pity mixed into one single specific tone of voice.
“Don’t.” Hunter shakes his head. His free hand twists itself in the front of his shirt. “I already know. It’s– That isn’t what I wanted to talk about.”
Amity purses her lips and nods, but that doesn’t stop her from looking like she won’t be forgetting it. He just hopes she doesn’t let it slip to Luz before he can get the chance to tell her on his own– that will only end in a grievous amount of tears and yelling. Again.
“Anyways,” He clears his throat. Amity gives his hand another squeeze, encouraging him. “Um. Where was I again?”
“You said your birthdays were always your happiest memories.” She tells him, and he nods.
“Yeah. They were. Are? It’s– complicated.” His shoulders fall, and he leans his head against his knees again. “I didn’t get my birthdays off, in the Coven. No one did, really, but even when I was a kid I never had any birthday parties. Not like this one.”
“Are you upset because you… want one?” She guesses.
He shakes his head. “I– I don’t think that’s it. I think…” He hesitates, rolling the next words on his tongue before deciding to just spit them out. “I think I miss him.”
Amity doesn’t ask who ‘him’ is. She doesn’t have to. Hunter avoids looking at her face, not wanting to take the risk of seeing disgust or hate in reaction to his admission. She doesn’t stop holding his hand, which he takes as a good sign.
“He always made time in his day to spend my birthdays with me.” He keeps going, not sure if he can stop now that he’s started. “Even if it was only for fifteen minutes, even if we spent it going over budget reports, he always made an effort. For me .
“It’s stupid, right? How idiotic does someone have to be to miss him ?” Hunter growls, clenching his hands. “He was nothing but a liar and a murderer. He wasn’t even my uncle! I was only a tool to him, one that he had no problem with throwing away the second I–”
Amity quietly lets out a pained squeak, and Hunter rips his hand away from hers quick as lightning. “Sorry!”
“It’s fine,” She can’t hide the wince in her face as she rubs her palm with her thumb. She shakes her head, her purple bangs falling out of place. “Don’t worry about it, keep going.”
Hunter hesitates but with a threatening brow raise from Amity, he deflates and curls back in on himself. It takes him a second to regather his thoughts from where he’d left them.
“You know what the worst part is?” He says. “When he wasn’t actively making my life into a living nightmare, he was actually really nice to me. For example, he used to sneak me hard candies during meetings that went long. Oh, and he’d let me sit in his workshop with him and rant about my day, or ramble about magical theory while he tinkered. That’s the version of him I miss more than any other. The version who felt like… like an actual, real person.
“And I know it wasn’t ever real to him, I know that everything nice he did was just another way for him to manipulate me, but… but it was real to me.” A lump begins to form in his throat, and it doesn’t fade when Hunter tries to swallow it down.
“Belos,” He spits the name like it’s poison. “Never cared about me, but I cared about him. I– Damn it.” He scrubs at his traitorous eyes again, his breath hitching. “I- I loved him.”
His voice breaks, and so does Hunter. Unable to hold it back anymore, he wraps his arms around himself as his body begins to tremble and jolt with every sob that rips from his throat. Amity pulls him in, leaning him on her shoulder as he cries.
It’s stupid. It’s so, so stupid . He should know better. Yet here Hunter is, grieving a genocidal tyrant who wouldn’t have given his own death a second thought. Grieving the man Hunter had thought he was. Grieving a family he never even had when his new family was right inside. They’re going to smile at Hunter when he goes back in later and look at him like he’s made their lives better just by being there, but right now he’s sobbing over someone who made Hunter feel like he had to earn the right to be his nephew.
“Stupid,” Hunter chokes out through his tears. “‘m so stupid.”
“It’s okay. I- I get it.” Amity tells him quietly, one of her hands rubbing up and down his back. “I miss my mom, sometimes.”
Hunter leans against her with more of his weight. “Your mom s-sucks .”
“I know,” Amity laughs wetly, ducking her head down. “How awful is that? I still love the woman who tried to kill Luz like, twice. I’m a horrible girlfriend.”
“Shut up.” He sobs, serious despite his sniffling.
“It’s true.” She argues back, something weird in her voice. “I have dreams about my mom waltzing into my life again, completely changed and telling me how sorry she is. I always end up crying when I wake up and remember it’s not real. I’m such an idiot .”
“Shut up.” Hunter repeats, shifting his neck to look her in the face. He barely blinks at seeing Amity with tears streaking down her face, too. “Don’t– don’t say that. You aren’t an idiot for missing the person who– who raised you.”
“I know I’m not,” Amity agrees breezily, tears all but forgotten in the blink of an eye. “And neither are you.” She pokes him in the forehead, and Hunter stops crying out of pure shock.
“You…” He trails off, pulling back from her even more.
“Now, if you say you’re stupid for missing your Uncle, you’re calling me stupid, too.” Amity flutters her still-wet lashes, as if she’s one of those innocent little angel baby statues that sit on the shelves in the Noceda living room, and not what Camila calls el diablo .
Hunter stares at her, mouth gaping like a fish. She giggles and the sound makes him scowl. He crosses his arms, glaring at her. “I’m– I’m changing my mind; you also suck.”
“Gotcha.” She grins wickedly, taking a second to wipe her face. Her eyeliner had run when she was crying, painting black streaks down her pale cheeks before her hands smeared it all into an even bigger mess.
He groans and pushes her away, rubbing at his own eyes and nose. “I can’t believe you. You can’t just– trick someone into not calling themselves stupid over something that is objectively stupid!”
“I just did, though.” Amity leans her chin on her hand.
“That’s not how it works!” Hunter argues, throwing his hands up. “I’m not gonna stop doing it just because you– you think you trapped me!”
“What if I blackmail you?” She says it so sweetly, like she’s asking to give him a hug and not attempting to threaten him into being nice to himself. Honestly, Hunter is ninety percent sure she doesn’t actually have anything to blackmail him with, but that ten percent is making him nervous.
“I know for a fact that you don’t have anything on me.” He calls her bluff.
“Do Camila and Mr. Deamonne know when your birthday is?” Amity asks, checking her nails casually.
Hunter reels back, eyes widening. “You wouldn’t. I told you in confidence!”
“Hmmm,” She rolls her eyes up to look at the stars in the fully darkened sky, tapping a single finger to her cheek. “I really wonder what they'd say if they found out.”
“This is low, Blight.” He shakes his head. “Even for you.”
“All you have to do to guarantee my silence is agree to my terms.” She smiles at him, waiting for what she knows is inevitable.
Hunter plants his face into his hands and groans into them. “FINE!” He bursts, throwing his hands up. “ Fine! I won’t call myself stupid. You happy now?”
“Very.” She nods primly, a smug little smirk on her face. “Though, I would be happier if you went back inside, hugged Camila, and had some cake.”
“You’re so bossy.” He rolls his eyes, using the wall as leverage to lift himself up. His legs take a second to solidify under him, but he manages.
“Hunter, you’re the only one who lets me boss them around like this.” She tells him bluntly as she holds out her arm in a wordless command. He sighs and pulls her to her feet in a single smooth motion. “I have to capitalize on that. Where else am I gonna get the same rush of power and superiority now that I’m not a total bitch?”
“You’re just taking advantage of my brainwashing from being a child soldier.” Hunter sniffs.
“You can’t keep pulling the child soldier card.” Amity argues. “It’s so unfair!”
He doesn’t actually care that he was a child soldier or whatever– it was quite honestly the least of his worries. He’s just echoing the words that Darius or Raine or Eda have said to him after witnessing one of his more unnerving habits. Like the compulsive kneeling.
“Whatever. I know when I’m not wanted.” Hunter raises his nose at her as he says it, brushing past towards the door leading into the kitchen. “And, for the record, you still are a total–”
He yelps in a very dignified manner as something trips him and he falls face first towards the ground. Before he can hit the ground in a way that definitely could have broken his nose, he’s caught in a levitation spell.
“You wanna finish that sentence?” Amity asks from behind him.
“...no.” Hunter grunts, struggling in the grip of the magic.
“I thought so.” She says happily, helping him to his feet.
“That’s cheating.” He huffs, brushing himself off. “I can’t do magic like that.”
Amity breezes right past him and to the door. “And I can’t use my childhood trauma as a trump card to win every argument. We all have our strengths.”
He grumbles under his breath but follows her. Before she opens the door to rejoin the party, she pauses, as if realizing something.
“Did my makeup get smeared?” Amity asks, looking up at him.
Hunter blinks. “No. Not at all.”
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I feel like I've barely drawn at all the past few years. My sketchbook reflects this, having started drawing in it Jan 2018 with about a third of it still blank as of last summer. So I have been making genuine attempts to sit down and draw more. Feeling out of practice, a lot of the time I would copy images instead of freehanding (collages 1 and 3), but I tried not to rely solely on that (collage 2), and lately I've been feeling more confident. So I'm just gonna post my progress here. Because that's kinda what this sideblog is for, lol.
I used to be able to say "if you wanna know what I'm into at the moment, just open my sketchbook". For the past year, that's been true for the first time in quite a long time. It feels nice.
Thorfinn showed up first, working on him while on vacation last year. Meant to draw him more, but it took me quite a while just to finish the one (gosh I'd drawn, like, one, small picture in the two years prior?).
But then my One Piece phase hit, and I realized that I had only ever attempted to draw Sanji maaaaaybe once about 15 years ago? lol So I practiced until I felt comfortable enough to try it without copying. Not all the final results made it into this post, and I'm still not super satisfied, but all the random headshots really helped get me back into the groove.
The random guy in the middle of the second one is an old OC named Xander that I was never fully happy with his design (the drawing was an attempt to update it, though I'm not sure I was successful, lol). And we've got a couple very boring Zukos - I hadn't drawn him in like a decade so I went as simple as possible.
Characters I haven't had a lot of practice with, though, are superheroes in general - I drew Spider-Man a fair amount, like, 30 years ago, and I'd attempted some version or other of Robin a couple times, but I tend to find all the details a bit intimidating. So I finally sat down and practiced drawing some of my favorite comic heroes. X-Men '97 got me to finally draw Gambit for the first time and that lead to me rereading some of my Batman/Robin/Nightwing comics and drawing Dick and Damian as well. Pretty far outside my comfort zone, but I quite enjoyed it.
Lately I've been filling the pages with some King's Quest, but I'll save that for a future post (maybe lol). I've got maybe only a fifth of my sketchbook left, which is especially great seeing as how it is completely falling apart and being held together by duct tape and a prayer. XD It'll be nice to finally be able to move on to the new one I've had sitting around for a couple years now, waiting to finally be opened. If you for some reason decided to read all my ramblings, kudos to you! lol It's just nice having somewhere I can get this kind of stuff out on occasion.
(References taken from the Vinland Saga anime, One Piece anime/manga, X-Men: The Animated Series, Batman and Robin comics, and Nightwing comics.)
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Art Summary 2024 + 2025 Art Goals!
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my art summary from last year because the year's not over until it's over! i'm super proud of myself for my art last year since this is the first time i had enough work to fill out most of a summary :D bit of a silly accomplishment, but this was the most i've drawn for a year in terms of completed pieces. i was also a contributor to four zines and participated in five fan events!
i'm proud of my improvement too! i really pushed myself to draw more than floating heads, and while i think my anatomy's still really janky, it's an improvement. i also got better at digital art in general since i didn't know how to use any of the tools a couple years ago and would digitally color scans of my sketches XD. normally, i forget that progress is a nonlinear journey, but looking at the year and comparing to past, i really see how far i've come :)
i think past me would be so happy to see what i'm capable of today, and honestly, i'm proud of how much i've improved in terms of drawing faces and even chibis. i feel like i'm getting closer to what i wish my art would look like! it's still a long way to go, but practice makes progress!
but that's enough of the past onto my goals for this year!
draw a one page comic (with actual paneling)
animate a gif
share some of my ocs/aus?
make a piece with three point perspective
make a piece with a detailed interior scene
draw a vehicle in perspective less definite goals:
practice gesture drawing
actually learn anatomy
learn to draw more expressions
practice construction on props
do color studies
practice drawing different types of clothing
draw more chibis because they're cute!
also thank you everyone for your kind words and funny comments! i never would have imagined this when i decided to draw and post more back in may <3
and because i'm a numbers nerd i also did some stats of my digital works (i didn't have access to my sketchbook :P)
for the month by month breakdown, december ended up being my most productive month, not surprising. the more surprising thing was how much more i drew in october compared to earlier in the year. i definitely wasn't imagining this when i, on a whim, decided to draw more in may, given i also didn't imagine obsessing over the clones back in may XD most of the boost definitely came from simplifying my art style to a sketchier one that allowed me to draw out my ideas without feeling the need to make it super fancy and pretty. bonus: it doesn't take 8-10 hours!
and for total breakdown by fandom, star wars unsurprisingly wins. i blame/thank my clone obsession for that one. and fun fact: 74% of my star wars art was specifically the bad batch! meaning 36% of my total art of the year was them :3
and for fun, i created a leaderboard for which characters i drew the most: first place: tech (28 instances) second place: crosshair (27 instances) third place: minako arisato and hunter (tied, 17 instances)
i was partly expecting these results but also not. techtober and crosscember definitely helped the two in numbers, but i didn't expect them to pull ahead by 10. i was very surprised to see minako still holding strong compared to the clones since i used to draw her the most
i guess conclusion: clones are the thank and blame for my art output last year XD
#art summary#my art#troggo draws#guess which month i got obsessed with copy paste men lol#sorry to the few people who still follow me from when i made persona and rgg art
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A-Level Art Tips!
I took AQA A-Level Fine Art and got an A*, so now I hope to be able to help those struggling with it at the moment by giving tips, showcasing my work and talking about what I did wrong!
Each college/school asks you to work differently, but I was in one where they taught us to use sketchbooks. However, every applicant has to follow two briefs: The Personal Investigation and the External Set Assignment.
THIS IS A LONG POST SO BE READY
PERSONAL INVESTIGATION
My school divided the PERSONAL INVESTIGATION into two projects, in which we had to research at least 4 artists, make responses to their work and create a final piece. The first project was called Identity and the second project was up to us, it could be about anything as long as it somewhat related to what we looked at in the first project.
PROJECT 1 IDENTITY
This project was to lead you into your personal investigation, try new ways of working and a more clear idea for when you start the proper thing. Some people did not present this for examination.
What I did wrong here was overestimate how much time I had. Deadlines creep up and many people make the mistake of leaving things to the last minute. To make sure that you get things done to a good standard, you need to work constantly, since it's all coursework. This will also give you time to make extra work, the more explorations and pieces you create, the better.
Per project, make sure you look at at least 4 artists, and by that I mean make a study of 1-2 of their works, write information about them, what you like about them and how they link to your project as well as an original piece that is based on their work.
Make sure you use a variety of styles and mediums. And lay out your sketchbook in interesting, unique ways.
For example, I made booklets in some pages which open up to reveal information and art
Once you've looked at your artists, it's time to prepare your final response to the project. Make sure you do as many experiments as possible, explain EVERY SINGLE thing you do, like you're leading the examiner through your thought process, and make sure your project STANDS OUT! Don't limit yourself to making a painting, think about how you present your work and do something different and unique. For this project, for example, I wrote and illustrated a book. This was because I looked at how fantasy books had impacted me and shaped my identity.
I annotated the whole process, everything in the book was symbolic for something (examiners love metaphors!) If you are interested in reading my book, it is available in my Ko-Fi shop.
^^ Process!
PROJECT 2 PARACOSMS
This project was my favourite and what carried my grade up. You can make this project about ANYTHING. Mine was about how detailed universes develop inside of imaginations, therefore having a direct link to my other project. Here I was much more thoughtful of what to include and how to lay things out. I would look at two artists with something in common and then create a piece or two (mini-projects) that represented them.
For the final piece of this project I constructed a wooden Dungeon Master Board, I made it with a functional dice tower with a gargoyle, as well as a chalkboard and clipboard. I made it all from scratch, which is something the examiners like, especially since I annotated it all. Overall, what you need to do is write everything down and make everything look pretty. You will have to write an essay explaining this project. Just trust your yapping skills, examiners only skim-read. Also make sure that you have a good relationship with your teachers because they mark everything, the examiners are only there to make sure they agree with them, and if you are part of a large class, they likely will only look at the work of a few students.
EXTERNAL SET ASSIGNMENT
This was the project I did the worst in. You only have a few months to complete the external set assignment, so it tends to be rushed. Use the same formula that you used for the rest of your projects, but make it simpler and work as quickly as you can. This project is only 20% of the grade, but it includes a 15 hour exam at the end, where you will make your final piece. This project is where you do not want to take risks, stick to what you're good at and plan a piece you can definitely do in the 15 hour slot. Make sure you are sufficiently prepared for the exam so you do not stress during it. For example, I made an oil painting because it's the medium I'm best at. To make sure I finished in time, I made the sketch first, you are allowed to sketch your work on the canvas and write it down in your sketchbook as preparatory work. Then you are not fiddling with perspective or proportions and can get right into it.
Let me know if you have any questions, if you would like to see more of my work, artists I could recommend etc. Good luck with your A-Level Art course!
I have not included everything, of course, because there is A LOT. The more work you present, the better. If you have personal art you do in your own time, throw that in too. They won't take marks away for extra work.
You will also find this to be the most taxing a-level (sorry, science kids) because of the sheer volume of coursework. I would only recommend this course to people who want to go into a creative career, simply because your other a-levels may suffer due to you concentrating more on this course. For example, while I got an A* in Art, I got a C in History because I completely ignored that subject for so long.
#soxendanso txt#soxendanso draws#studyblr#alevel studyblr#baldur's gate 3#a levels#art a level#a level help#a level art#a level exams#aqa#a level aqa#fantasy#study help#art school#art school help
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Life Update?
Weird time to really be making one of these, at least in my mind, but I figured I'd touch base on where I'm at at the moment since I've been kinda quiet for a while. First off- I haven't been doing well mentally and at some point I just hit a wall in trying to work and push trough it. I get pretty bad seasonal depression about two times a year (Summer and Winter) on top of other issues, but I'm happy to at least say that this year hasn't been the worst despite external stresses and situations that would have left me in worse positions before in the past. The second reason, which I posted about brielfy, is that my laptop is on the fritz and I just don't have the money or time to get it serviced. Fortunately, Bear and I have a backup MSI office laptop that was originally mine before they got their gaming computer, but it's a lot more limited in what it can run, so I'm taking the small L after some debating and seeing what it is capible of doing in the meantime. For more good news, work's picking up with our event season! Small downside? I'm going to more than likely go back to having either one or two days off for a little while. My hope is to just get through it like last year and set aside whatever extra I make for the repair and a full check up to see if I can increase the longevity on my Lenovo when we have off time again.
Now poses the question of what do I pick up and dust off first? There's a lot I was working on, a lot I was planning to work on, and a want to kind of shed off that backlog and start fresh with new eyes. And, I think for myself, the latter would be the best for me at this point in time at least when it comes to drawing. It's something I had been mulling over more seriously while reduced to a sketchbook and my phone's clip app, and I think reworking how I used to do my art into something more fun for myself would be the best course of action. You hear it all the time, but it hits different when you're really forced to reevaluate how you've been working in the past when you really take that step back and are forced to focus on a different hobby/downtime activity. I do want to edit my commission page into something a little more concise as well, but it might take me longer than I'd like to admit because I'd like to price things fair for others and equally balance my time and talent as it grows with every drawing I do. It's a process, a daunting processes as my current mindset views it, but it's something that I think I'll benefit from in the long run.
That being said- have something that I was really excited to share with you all before my laptop started showing worrying signs back in October. Witch Si might not have made it to 2024's Halloween, but that just means he has to make an even more dramatic entrance next year!
Thanks for taking the time to read if you did. 💖
TLDR: Picking up the pieces of my mental health while switching to a backup computer while mine craps out on itself sounding like a burnt out muffler. Plus some sketch art of my sona being his witch self while riding a broom that was supposed to be for Halloween 2024.
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didn't poast last week so this is a two-week extravaganza post! con: got roped into DMing dnd pro: none of these fools have read mdzs so i can steal plots from there. hope the party is ready to be lead on a quest by a disembodied arm!
listening: oh shit SO many things. i will not be linking to all of them.
depeche mode: basically just their top songs on spotify, not any specific album. strong shoutout to 'shake the disease' and 'wrong' (which featured in my secret samol post!)
disturbed: ditto
franz ferdinand: albums 'hits to the head' and 'tonight'. throwbacks
phoenix: 'wolfgang amadeus phoenix' ditto throwback
inxs: 'x' DITTO throwback. doesn't hit the same as when i first listened to em years ago unfortunately
streetlight manifesto: album 'somewhere in the between'
boy and bear: 'harlequin dream'
sammy rae: 'let's throw a party', 'the good life', and their 'everybody wants to rule the world' cover
hozier: 'wasteland baby' and 'unreal unearth'
paramore: album 'this is why'
grizzly bear: 'veckatimiest' and 'painted ruins'
haken: their newest album 'fauna' because i'm thinking about whether or not to go to one of their shows in feb (leaning towards yes right now)
my SO's pinecore playlist
shosty symphony no 5 (<3)
and, finally, a lot of borodin symphony no. 1 in e flat and the last two movements of rimsky-korsakov golden cockerel because that's what the youth orchestra i'm volunteering with is playing right now haha
for podcasts, i've listened to the new counter/weight prequel eps! i'm so charmed to see these characters again. i still haven't finished millenium break holiday special because i lost my spot when a bunch of an episode played without sound by accident so i finally went and scrubbed back to the beginning of the episode (it's the second to last part) so by next week i will FINALLY be out of holiday special zone.
reading: finished rereading tgcf lol,,, in loving memory of square checkbox: apparently apple is switching to circle ones? hateful wikipedia page for kessler syndrome my friend @celestialtourguide sent me a dm to ask about a few of the characters in this manuscript and i was immediately charmed by it. it's so pretty, i loved the informational blurbs, just really cool stuff. it was already on waybackmachine but i've gone ahead and updated it.
watching: kurtis conner looksmaxxing. weird little subculture peek. rewatched sideways' why the music in cats 2019 is worse than you thought because my roommate was interested. this led us to the same channel's why avatar has the most ironic soundtrack of all time because roommate misread ironic as iconic and she really likes that movie. no accounting for taste, but aight. much more interesting than i thought it would be. that video then lead us to tony hinnigan's woodwind demos because hell fuckin yes. big-ass panpipes.
i've been keeping up on dunmeshi anime in little watch sessions with my SO, and also am working through kill la kill with him! i've seen it before but he has not so i'm really enjoying that.
playing: fallow.
making: i managed to finish my secret samol gift in time for reveal day!!! comics are fuckin hard dude!!!! i don't know if i'll be doing it again but it was a fun challenge. i decided to use a New App for some reason instead of procreate because procreate has not been hitting right and i wanted comic half tone brushes for this project. app is called sketchbook, it's an orange icon with a pencil on it. shrug! it's fine! i'll probably keep using it for a bit. started working on an english paper piecing project! soliciting tips for that because right now my method is: cut out hexagon using pattern piece i made to be 1/4 in larger all around than the template, gluestick template onto hexagon, baste edges down neatly, whip-stitch right sides together. remove template once all six sides have something attached. i'm sure there's a better way to streamline this process, i'll have to experiment. this will end up as a dice bag i think.
finally, pottery starts again this week! so next week will have some of that in here
eating: ah beans i did not do a good job keeping track of this. uh. made the ground pork & cabbage thing again because my roommate got SO much napa cabbage for making kimchi and we had a shitload left over. napa cabbage isn't as good as a more standard cabbage for this imo, standard cabbage tends to be a little sweeter i think once it's cooked in? idk. had some stage 5 mental illness moments last week trying to cook dinner on a very short time scale with lots of other shit to do, following a recipe because fucking of course my roommate wanted me to cook with a recipe that night. anyways.
misc: like said at the top, somehow i managed to sign up for Another Activity god damn it. so now every saturday evening i run dnd. tl;dr i'm in a group irl that meets biweekly, someone who i give a lift to for that was complaining in the car that their other online group's dm ragequit after his encounter wasn't well-balanced (skill issue) and before thinking about it i just was like oh well i could probably step in if you need! god damn ittttt lol i have missed dming so it should be fun. i vibe checked them for a session 0 last week and they seem chill and honestly shouldn't be too much work on my end, especially if i yoink plots from mdzs ha ha ha. other than that, all is basically well. i've settled back into a schedule, applied for some summer positions (!), and absolutely hate the amount of busy work in one of my two classes. yippee
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(So this was a request from my other blog. My first blog was originally for this green haired tsundere before I expanded it so he always has a special place in my heart)
Mira sighs in frustration at the blank page in her sketchbook. Her most recent assignment was just to sketch a male portrait and for some reason she was struggling with it. She’s looked up multiple reference photos to use for inspiration but hasn’t been happy with any of her previous drawings. She glances at her phone when she gets a text from Midorima asking if they were still meeting today. She replied with a quick yes saying she was home and to just come in the door would be unlocked. She put her phone down going back to her sketchbook attempting to start again. She was mostly through the basic outline when someone knocked on her door. She sighs putting her sketchbook aside and standing up already knowing who was at the door.
“You know I said you could just come in. I left the door unlocked for you.” Mira said opening the door.
“It’s rude to just walk into someone else’s home nanodayo.” Midorima plainly states fixing his glasses.
Mira rolls her eyes smiling and moves to let him in, “Come in. Excuse the mess.”
Mira followed Midorima into the apartment, stopping in the living room to look around. Being his girlfriend did not spare her the not so subtle judgmental looks he would send her way now and then. Like the one she’s receiving right now after seeing the crumpled up pieces of paper, pencils, and erasers that littered her living room floor and chair.
“I tried to warn you.” Mira simply shrugged, moving past him to start picking up the mess.
He stands there watching her another second before moving to help her clean up, occasionally inspecting the paper he’s picking up.
“What is all of this?” He finally asks, standing up and smoothing out one of the papers.
She turns her attention to him, “One of my failed attempts at my most current assignment.”
He looks back up at her from the paper, “Assignment?”
She nods. “Yeah I’m in art school right now and my class assignment was just a male portrait.”
“And it hasn’t been coming along very well I take it.”
“Not at all, technically they’re all pretty sound, but I just don’t like any of them.”
Midorima throws away the last paper and looks back to her, “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Mira shrugs, “Not really unless you think you can model for me.”
At first it’s just an offhanded response to his question, but after a second of serious consideration she stops and looks at him.
He notices after a second and quickly shakes his head, “Mira no, that is not happening.”
“Hey you offered, come on, I’ve had art block all week so far and this is due in two days.”
He continues to stare at her for a second before sighing and looks away from her, “What do you need me to do?”
She smiles at him and looks around grabbing a chair and moving it by the window, “Just sit here and don’t move until I tell you to. We can take breaks if you need but I should still get it done today.”
Midorima nods sitting in the chair a little stiffly, “Like this?”
Mira looks over him and smiles, “Try to make this as natural as possible. And make sure you’re comfortable, you’re going to be in whatever position you choose for a while.”
He shifts a bit to get comfortable before turning back to her, “Is this ok.”
She looks at him again, picking up her sketchbook and charcoal pencils from the floor and moves to where she’ll be sitting to see how everything should look.
“Can you turn your head a bit more towards the light?”
He does as she asks, glancing in her direction for approval.
She smiles at him and nods, “Perfect, like I said if you need a break to stretch or use the bathroom or need something just let me know, I can always move my lamp by you if need be, natural lighting is usually better.”
He nods thanking her and then she gets to work on her drawing, working off of the outline she’d started before he showed up. A little over an hour into the process she looks up to check on him.
“Hey, still doing ok?”
He nods not moving from his position, “I’m fine.”
She smiles going back to work looking between him and the sketchbook. Mira stopped a bit later setting down the sketchbook and pencil.
“You can go ahead and get up and stretch. I'm taking a break for a second.”
Midorima nodded getting up and stretching, “Are you nearly finished?”
Mira looks down at her sketchbook and nods, “Just about, mostly just shading at this point. Thank you again for helping with this, I really appreciate it.”
“Just don’t expect it to be a common thing to happen.” He grumbles looking away from her.
She smiles and goes into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for both of them before going back into the living room. He takes the water nodding thanks.
“Ready to get back to it?” She asks taking a drink and setting her water aside.
He nods setting the water down and getting back into his chair. She settles back down getting situated to start drawing again. She looks over her drawing as she finishes and looks up at him.
“Alright you can get up now, I’m done.”
Midorima gets up and stretches again and then comes over to look at the drawing.
She looks up at him and smiles, “What do you think?”
He looks over her shoulder down at the drawing, “It looks good, I’m impressed.”
She looks up at him and smiles, “Thanks. I actually have something to turn in now.”
She closes her sketchbook and looks at the clock, “It’s getting pretty late, I’m sorry I kept you here for this most of the day.”
He looks at the time and shrugs, “I planned on spending most of the day here anyhow. So I guess how it was spent doesn’t matter much. I should head home though, it’s getting late.”
She nods towards the kitchen, “Did you want to get something to eat before you go?”
He shakes his head, “That’s ok, thank you though. I’ll talk to you again soon.”
She smiles and nods walking him to the door, “I’ll see you soon.”
She leans up and kisses him on the cheek, causing him to blush slightly and grumble before quickly kissing to top of her head and rushing out the door saying goodbye. Mira chuckles closing the door behind him.
#knb scenarios#knb midorima#knb x oc#knb fluff#kuroko no basket#kuroko no basquet#kuroko no basket x oc#kuroko no basket scenarios#midorima shintarou#shintarou midorima#midorima x oc#midorima x reader#midorima shintaro x reader
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Fall of Earth
Hi guys!This is a small project i've been working on,i'm gonna post it on a couple more sites and see if i should continue it.If you have any critisicm or tips on how to make it better,feel free to tell me about them.(English isn't my first language so sorry if i've made a mistake here and there.)
This is a work of fiction,all characters in it are fictional,and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental.
New York,the most dynamic city in the world,as they call it.Full of life,energy in its every corner.In november,the Big Apple shines in the great time of the year that is autumn.A perfect place to live,or die,in Anna's case.
She laid there,in her bathtub soaked by her own blood,when the ambulance arrived.The concerned look on the of a young volunteer was only amplified when Anna resisted medical help,although the desperate attempts were to no avail.A good amount of blood was lost since the beggining of her suicidal endeavour,thus she was at a great loss of strength that flew away with each drop of dark crimson blood.And with strength,her consciousness leaked away slowly,until it went black.
But it was not the moment of the blackout that was so striking,but the second before.The look on her face resembling that of a mixed feeling.The picture of emotions she felt,not knowing if she was just passing out or going for the last sleep of her lifetime,had shades of gray fear mixed with light brushstrokes of remorse,accented by the distinct reds of horror.But that all stoped,moments later,when the blacks splattered over the canvas.
She woke up in a bright room,which was obvious even before Anna opened her eyes.The smell of medical alcohol was present in the room,and Anna connected
the pieces.
'Medical room'-the thoughts echoed through her mind.
She opened her eyes and scanned around.She noticed both Betty and Patrick,bed side.The silver-haired older woman was resting her head on her husbands shoulder when she noticed Anna had woken up.The younger woman spotted Bettys puffed eyes before her thin,circular glasses and came to a realization.
She had been crying.
Her husband,a bald wrinkled man about Betty's age,was slower to notice Anna had awoken,only doing so after being startled by his wife's gasp.
What followed was conversasion regarding Anna's previous suicide attempt.
You can probably guess its obvious result.
Chapter 2
'Humans are so tiring,they consume your energy until their neverending needs are satisfied and only then they will leave you alone,without a word of apology,without a sign of regret on their nonchalant expresion'.
This was the ending of the essay James wrote on the essay themed:'My view of life'.
Mrs.Peterson or Johnson(James was bad with names,he would forget them even seconds after he heard them) did not find this particularly poetic as James walked out of the classroom with a D-,feeling frustrated.A grade lower and he'd be expelled.
In a desperate attempt to tame down those emotions he rushed down the hall towards the only place in this institution where a snippet of privacy can be discovered:the restroom.
Entering the stall and locking the door the young man sat down and grabbed the small olive-coloured sketchbook from his backpack.Once he made sure all in the bathroom left,he started.The pen raced down the page agressively,like blood seeping through the bandage of a freshly wounded soldier.The chaos on paper was perfectly reflecting his current mood swing.It's been constant ever since his brother died.He has been feeling departed from reality,in a way.The violent red and horrific black on the paper began to shape a character,a person.
Thomas.
Or James?
Nobody could exactly tell who the face on the sketch was,not even the creator of it himself.His pen was scraping across the canvas such as nails on a chalkboard.
James was getting so angry he wanted to scream his lungs out and rip the page of his sketchpad.He started hearing his incresed heartbeat punching him in the chest,louder than the ringing in his ears.But then suddenly,as if he swallowed down an antipshycotic,the bell rang,and a wave of calm washed over him.
The young man could finally go home now,or to whatever his mum had tried to convince him what home was.
Chapter 3
"Hello,Anna."-the platinum blonde slender woman in her mid 40's broke the uncomfortable silence that took place after Anna's foster father left the office.
"How have you been feeling after our last session?" The woman asked.
"Pretty good."-she lied.
"Have the pills I prescribed been helping you?"
"Yeah,I've never been better."-that was a lie too.
Every morning when her foster mother gives her the small white box,Anna pretends to swallow the pill,only to spit it out when she looks away.The pills made her unwell,but not in a way that could be discussed with the therapist her fake parents take her to every week.She felt as if she was in a prison of some kind,her own thoughts being restricted away from her being.
"Look,I know you're not being sincere with me,your mother saw you spitting out the pills,so what's going on?"
Shit - thought Anna.
"Why would you think that even for a second i would be honest when talking to you?"-words just flew out of her mouth before she even thought of them.
"You sit here before me taking my money knowing damn well that you can't "fix" me and you expect me to be truthfull?"
She left the office with urgency,tears falling from her blue iris.No one in the world understood her,no one listened,yet they all heard.
Chapter 4
James was on the roof of his apartment building,waiting for a sign from a higher power,a hint,a clue,an indicator that he should keep living and not jump off the 12 story building he's standing on.He stayed there,waiting and eventually,the sun fell upon the horizon.Almost on cue,the door to the roof opened,and out came a girl about his age,with wavy dark brown,chocolate-like hair and ocean-like blue eyes.In his eyes,she had an energy radiating around her,an aura of a kind.James took a step back from the ledge he was standing on,as he felt something he never did before.It was strange.
"The view's better on the building across the street!"-he yelled.
"I'm not here for the view!"-the girl answered while walking towards him.
"Then why are you here?"
"Frankly,I don't even know myself.I guess i just got on the first roof i could find." She was now a few meters away from him.
"We got that in common." James was good at reading people,so was able to roughly guess her situation based on only the couple words that left her mouth,and the scars on her wrist's.
"James Gray"-he shook hands with her.
"Nice to meet you,James Gray. Anna Washington." Anna introduced herself in a manner of friendship,one utmost strange to James.
The young man noticed the scars,the way she just barely flinched when their hands made contact,and soon enough,the picture was pretty clear.
"Did you come here to end it all,Anna?" the looks on their faces were now stone-cold,a shift happening to their conversation.
"That was my intention,"-said Anna,
"I thought I'd sit here until a sign came from God,or some sort of clue about what to do in life."-she added.
"Why do you wanna die?"-the young man asked.
"My parents died when i was 7,and ²since I had no close relatives that wanted to bring me in,I was put in an orphanage.Being there until last year I was adopted by a sweet elderly couple.Turns out bad marks,skipping class and never being in my room can and will get you through three foster families in two years.But now,I wake every night drenched in sweat after those damn dreams.I get dreams at night,or rather visions of my parents lying dead on the asphalt road,not moving a muscle.I wake up,of course,but I'm scared that the next time I close my eyes I don't wake."
James noticed a tear sliding down Anna's cheek.
A few seconds passed in silence.
"But enough about me,why are you here,James?"-she asked,finally having numbed out the emotions.
"I was born in Manchester 17 years ago and I had an older brother,Thomas."-Had?- Anna thought.
"He was a boxer.During a tournament around two months ago he got knocked out and suffered a stroke.They cut the plug on him two days later."-spoke James as if he could read her thoughts.
"I moved with my mother here a month later and I've hated it since.I've been feeling lost,as if I'm in a maze inside my mind."
This was the first time he opened up to anyone other than Thomas.
"So you came here."-continued Anna.
"Yeah,I did."
"Let's not die,James Gray."
"Let's not die,Anna Washington."
In the following moments,what took place was something neither of the two individuals on that roof expected.
That "something" would go on to change the course of the human race,as we knew it back then.
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April Project Updates
Hiya! I hope you've had a good April. Me, not so much. The month started still heavy with artblock and outside of art I've also not been feeling great. At the very least I've kept up with regular life drawing but I decided pretty early on to focus on making progress on things I needed to get done unrelated to art. It's possible I did just need that time to rest as in the last couple of weeks the artblock has been going away! I've been able to slowly make progress on my art pieces without hating every step :) In other positive news the tree outside my kitchen window has fully regrown its leaves & there are lots of beautiful flowers growing on my regular walking path to the pool.
2023 Sketchbook
The finish your project jam helped give me that last boost I needed to finish putting together my 2023 sketchbook pdf, which is a mix of my physical sketchbooks & misc digital art from last year. You can get a copy on itch.io.
2024 Hourly Comics Day
Same as above, I did the last couple of steps I needed to finish my hourly comics day pdf, also up on itch.io.
There's very little new there, I just wanted to have all the hourly strips together in one easy to read place + share the printable booklet version that I made for myself in case anyone else was interested in printing themselves a copy.
Impractical but Cool Fantasy Swords
I've been chipping away at this zine in my off time for a while, now I just have these last 6 swords to finish shading and then finalizing the layout for the whole zine.
Hopefully marking this as done will help push the last bit of artblock out of my system and I can get back to drawing new things rather than just finishing old art!
Life Drawing
I don't normally share day to day life drawing in these updates but since it's pretty much all the art I've got to show this month here are a few of my fav sketches from April:
Plans for May:
Zines
I currently have 4 small-medium zine ideas bouncing around my head, I'd like to finish two of them this month but I'm undecided which two.
Don't Wake the Sleeping Dragon
There's a lot to rework with DWSD mechanics based on feedback from the first playtest, the biggest change will be that I'm no longer trying to keep it to two pages max. That was an ambitious goal for my first ever ttrpg, and letting go of it will give me a lot more freedom to explain the rules a little better and add mechanics to facilitate rp. I'm aiming to get a second playtest draft out this month & to start on some art for it.
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