#i dunno im still brainstorming

[cottageivy]

I learned a long time ago:

Never bet against Annabeth.

[way2gosuperrstarr]

ssssome misc sdgo brainstorming doodles :] feeling out some dynamics and stuff through doodling and seeing what sticks.

im ,, really glad i got such positive reception on my post intially sharing my little au idea !!! egfhdiusdvbjhvbsd,,,, thank you all . so so so very much!!!! genuinely! everyone was so so kind!

i want moon and sun to express their nerves and anxiety about the grand opening in different ways ! and so far for moon in the brainstorm it seems to be shaping up to be a sort of awkward shyness! for sun im thinking its sort of nervous jitters, loudness, all around being EVERYWHERE and a bit of a control freak. and for yn, it makes them extremely abrasive and snippy! sometimes rude. being so stressed brings out the worst in them.

this is all still in the brainstorm stage also !!!! ehffjdhfn . dunno if i'll write anything about this, im not the best writer, but i will surely keep doodling. that's what im good at! thank you kindly !!!

[elikajinnie]

You Are My Sunshine - K.S

P: Hufflepuff!Sunoo X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minor Bullying? Fluff, Confessions, Minor Angst.

Synopsis: You were known as the grumpy, closed-off student at Hogwarts, keeping your emotions tightly guarded. That is, until Kim Sunoo, the ever-cheerful Hufflepuff, took it upon himself to brighten your days. With his infectious laughter and unwavering optimism seep into your life, you slowly realize that the warmth of his sunshine is quickly melting away your defenses.

a/n: sorry babes and pooks, this one is kinda short? exams are coming up and i only have a sliver of moment in the commute to and from school to write :) but hope everyone had a nice halloween! (anyone got an idea for Heeseungs slytherin fic?? Im brainstorming over here >:(

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You swore you were a nice person. It might not look like it, though—your face and demeanor often gave the opposite impression. You weren’t cold, but you had always been reserved, choosing to keep to yourself more often than not. Because of that, when you first arrived at Hogwarts, you didn’t exactly collect friends the way others seemed to. Only a select few ever got to see how friendly you actually were, but that was only after you decided you could trust them.

So, it came as a surprise—a big surprise—when one afternoon, while you were tucked away in a quiet corner of the library, deeply immersed in your studies, someone pulled out a chair and sat down right beside you.

Glancing up, you immediately recognized him. Kim Sunoo, the ever-smiling, ever-popular Hufflepuff. His presence was unmistakable, bright as day. His grin was practically beaming, and it momentarily threw you off balance. You blinked, wondering if he had the wrong table.

"Hey!" he greeted, voice light and full of energy. "Mind if I sit here?"

You stared at him blankly, unsure if he was serious or just passing by. He had already sat down, so you didn’t see much point in objecting. After a beat of silence, you returned your attention to the parchment in front of you, figuring the conversation might end there.

It didn’t.

"I’ve seen you around," he continued, undeterred by your lack of response. "You’re really focused when you’re working, huh? Must be nice to be that dedicated. I always get distracted in the library."

Your eyes flicked over to him, giving a small nod but saying nothing. You weren’t used to this—the friendliness so freely given, the casual conversation with someone you barely knew. Your face remained impassive, though inwardly, you were trying to piece together why he of all people was sitting with you. Surely, he had plenty of other, more sociable people to talk to.

Sunoo, however, didn’t seem to mind your quietness. In fact, he just kept going. "I’m terrible at Potions," he admitted with a sheepish laugh. "Professor Snape probably thinks I’m hopeless. I bet you’re good at it, though. You’ve got that… I dunno, that calm, focused vibe."

You couldn’t help but frown a little at that. "Calm, focused vibe?" you echoed, your tone flat.

He grinned even wider, his eyes almost disappearing into crescent moons. "Yeah! You just seem really composed all the time. It’s cool. I get stressed and panicky over every little thing."

"I wouldn’t say I’m always calm," you replied, voice as even as your expression.

Sunoo’s smile didn’t waver. If anything, he looked more pleased that you were finally talking. "See? Even when you’re denying it, you’re calm," he teased, clearly enjoying himself. "You’re like the opposite of me."

You stared at him for a moment, wondering how anyone could be so upbeat all the time. Sunoo’s energy was infectious, even if your face didn’t show it. Still, your brows furrowed slightly as you watched him speak, trying to make sense of why this popular Hufflepuff was suddenly so interested in chatting with you.

"I don’t usually talk much," you pointed out, your tone neutral.

"I noticed," Sunoo replied without missing a beat, completely unfazed. "But I think that’s fine. You don’t need to say a lot to be interesting."

You blinked again, your expression still not giving away the faint surprise you felt at his words. You had expected him to lose interest by now, to move on to someone who would match his energy and conversation style, but he stayed right where he was, grinning like he had just made the best discovery of the day.

For a long moment, the two of you sat there, him smiling, you with your usual stoic expression, and yet, for some reason, it didn’t feel awkward. It was as if Sunoo’s bright presence was enough to fill any potential silence.

You tilted your head slightly, studying him. "Why are you talking to me?"

His laughter was soft, but genuine. "Why not? You seem interesting."

"I don’t really come across that way," you said, voice deadpan.

Sunoo shrugged, still smiling. "You do to me."

And with that, he leaned back in his chair, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to sit there, in complete contrast to your serious demeanor, radiating warmth and light like a small sun.

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During your next Potions class, you settled into your usual spot toward the back, where the dim light made it easier to focus without distractions. You liked this spot. It was quiet, and you could concentrate without anyone poking their nose into your work. But just as you began setting up your ingredients, you heard a familiar, cheerful voice.

"Mind if I join you?"

You glanced up, almost certain you had imagined it, only to find Kim Sunoo grinning down at you. His presence was the last thing you expected in this class. He was known for sitting up front, surrounded by his usual group, always cracking jokes and flashing that bright smile.

Sunoo slid into the seat beside you before you could respond, giving you an easy, friendly smile as he began organizing his ingredients. "I thought maybe if I sat by you, Professor Snape might be a little more… forgiving?" he whispered, his tone hopeful.

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Why would he be?"

"Well," he said, leaning in slightly as if sharing a great secret, "he likes you. Haven't you noticed? He doesn’t scowl as much when you’re around. I figured maybe I could absorb some of your calm, composed energy," he added, making an exaggerated face of concentration as if he were already channeling your stoic look.

You couldn’t help but let a small, amused huff escape. “If that’s your plan, I wouldn’t count on it working.”

Sunoo smiled wider, undeterred. "Worth a shot, right?"

As if on cue, Snape swept into the classroom, his dark robes billowing behind him. His eyes scanned the room with that usual, critical glint before landing on you and Sunoo. He paused, visibly surprised to see the two of you sitting together, but instead of saying anything, he gave a curt nod and moved on, barking instructions for today’s lesson.

You gave Sunoo a sidelong glance as he visibly relaxed. “See? I think it’s working already,” he whispered, giving you a thumbs-up under the table. “He didn’t even glare!”

You rolled your eyes. "He didn't glare because he’s focused on starting class. Don't think you're off the hook."

Sunoo just shrugged, a bit of humor still glinting in his eyes. “I don’t mind. Besides, you’re probably good at Potions, right? You could even help me. Professor Snape can’t get mad if you’re the one teaching me, right?”

“I don’t think that’s how it works. But sure… as long as you don’t blow anything up.”

Sunoo grinned again, nudging you playfully with his elbow. "Deal."

As the lesson began, you quickly noticed that Sunoo seemed determined to keep up, his usual playful energy tempered as he looked over his cauldron with an unexpected intensity. It was strange to see him so focused, but oddly gratifying, knowing he was genuinely trying.

"Okay," you whispered, leaning over to show him your carefully arranged ingredients. "For this Draught of Peace, every step has to be precise. Start by adding the powdered moonstone, but remember to stir counterclockwise three times after each pinch."

Sunoo glanced at you, his face serious as he nodded. "Three times, counterclockwise. Got it." He leaned forward, following your lead and adding the powder in controlled amounts. His usual talkative nature was nowhere to be seen, replaced by an almost endearing determination to get it right.

When he looked back at you for the next step, you raised an eyebrow, testing him. "What’s next, then?”

He bit his lip, thinking hard. "Uh, lacewing flies… right? Only one… no, two wings, torn lengthwise?"

"Not bad," you said, impressed. “See? You’re actually getting it."

He smiled sheepishly, keeping his eyes on his work as he carefully placed the ingredients in the cauldron. "Only because you’re explaining it in a way that makes sense," he admitted, glancing at you. "Potions books make it sound way too complicated."

You had to admit, seeing him genuinely engaged in learning something he found difficult felt surprisingly rewarding. “It’s only complicated if you rush,” you explained, “so take your time with this part. And make sure to add a clockwise stir after each wing.”

He mirrored your movements, handling each step as carefully as he could manage, clearly hanging onto each of your instructions. When he managed to mix everything without a hitch, he turned to you, his face beaming. “Look, it’s actually working. It’s not grey!”

You gave him an approving nod. “See? As long as you follow the instructions and stay focused, you’re fine.”

"Well, when you put it like that, it’s not so scary," he murmured, watching as the liquid turned a gentle blue.

"Now, simmer it for ten minutes," you said, leaning back in your chair. "And keep an eye on the bubbles—they should stay small and steady."

He sighed in relief, clearly grateful for the help. "You have no idea how much easier that makes things."

When you caught his eye, he grinned. "If I sit next to you every Potions class, you won’t mind, right?"

You paused at his question, thrown off by how quickly he’d asked it. Sunoo had a way of being open and friendly with everyone, but this… well, this felt different. You weren’t sure what he was really after, and his sudden interest in sitting with you felt almost too friendly.

So, you just shrugged, keeping your face neutral. “If you want to,” you replied, glancing back at your own cauldron.

Sunoo watched you for a moment, seeming to notice your hesitation. But instead of getting discouraged, he just gave a small laugh, scratching the back of his head. “You don’t mind, right? I mean… you’re not gonna hex me or anything?”

You blinked, caught off guard, but his teasing smirk showed he was only joking. “No,” you said, “Not unless you mess up the potion.”

He chuckled, apparently finding your reaction funny. "Alright, noted," he replied, nudging his cauldron carefully as he checked the simmering liquid. “Guess I’ll have to be on my best behavior then.”

For the rest of class, he kept close by your side, following each instruction you gave him with an unusual attentiveness. He even managed to complete the potion almost perfectly. When Snape passed by, he raised an eyebrow at Sunoo’s work but said nothing, which was the highest praise he could give.

As you cleaned up at the end of class, Sunoo packed his things slowly, glancing over at you. “Thanks for the help,” he said, smiling warmly. “Not sure I could’ve done that without you.”

You simply nodded, unsure of what to say, but he seemed content with the small gesture. As he turned to leave, he glanced back one more time. “See you next class?”

“Yeah… sure,” you replied, giving a half-shrug.

As he left, you couldn’t help but feel a little curious. Sunoo’s interest in sitting with you still felt unexpected.

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Days turned into weeks, and Sunoo became a near-constant presence by your side. Whether it was Potions, lunch in the Great Hall, or even the occasional study session in the library, he always seemed to find his way over to you, plopping down with that familiar grin and easy energy that contrasted so starkly with your laid-back demeanor.

At first, you thought maybe he’d get bored, or that your lack of enthusiasm might wear him down. But Sunoo was nothing if not persistent. No matter how often you shrugged at his questions or gave him short, deadpan responses, he just laughed it off, acting as though he’d known you forever. And even though you never rejected his company outright, you never really encouraged it either. Not that Sunoo seemed to care.

One afternoon, you found yourself in the library, a familiar routine now: books spread out, your head bent over an assignment you were half-heartedly working on. The sound of footsteps made you glance up, and sure enough, there he was—Sunoo, grinning, holding two mugs of butterbeer from the kitchens.

“Thought you could use one,” he said, sliding it across the table to you.

You gave a halfhearted sigh, accepting it anyway. “You know, you don’t have to keep showing up like this. Don’t you have other friends?”

He shrugged, unfazed. “Sure, but I like hanging out with you. Plus, you’re surprisingly easy to talk to, you know?”

“Is that right,” you said, taking a sip of the butterbeer, trying to keep your face neutral. “And here I thought I was terrible company.”

“Hardly,” he replied with a grin, leaning in like he was letting you in on a secret. “I think you’re interesting, even if you act like you don’t care. And… I think you like my company, too.”

You huffed, looking away. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

He laughed, “Alright, alright. I’ll leave it at that. But you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.”

You hid a smile behind your hand, feeling an unexpected warmth from his words.

As days passed, Sunoo continued to be your constant shadow, sticking to you like he belonged there. Whenever he leaned in close to explain something exciting or nudged your shoulder to get your attention, you didn’t push him away. Not even a grumble. And soon enough, people began to notice—whispers trailing behind the two of you whenever you entered a room together.

"Are they really that close now?" someone muttered one afternoon in the library, eyeing the way Sunoo leaned over to show you a funny illustration in his book.

"They’re, like… polar opposites," another whispered, watching you with open curiosity, clearly baffled at how you, the reserved one with a permanent poker face, had Sunoo—the endlessly friendly, sunny Hufflepuff—so close.

The attention might have bothered you once, but Sunoo’s influence seemed to have rubbed off on you. You were a little more relaxed, even when people stared or asked questions. Sunoo’s laughter or his quick jokes were enough to break the awkwardness you might’ve once felt, and strangely enough, you’d even found yourself talking to more people—not necessarily by choice, but because he kept introducing you to others.

One evening, you were sitting in the library with one of your closer friends. They’d known you for years and were one of the few who really understood you. As Sunoo wandered over to grab a book from the shelves nearby, your friend leaned in with a small smile.

“You know, it’s funny,” they said quietly, eyeing you with amusement. “You and Sunoo… you balance each other out. Like, he brings you out of your comfort zone with all these people and conversations, and you, well… you help him calm down and focus more.”

You raised an eyebrow, a bit skeptical. “Sunoo? Focused?”

Your friend chuckled. “More than you’d think. Have you noticed how much more serious he’s been in Potions lately? And he actually sits through an entire library study session without talking your ear off.”

You shrugged, not wanting to admit just how true it was. “Maybe he’s just getting better at Potions.”

“Sure,” they replied, giving you a knowing look. “And maybe you’re just getting more social.”

You huffed, looking away to hide a small, reluctant smile. It was true that Sunoo had brought a new energy to your life, and whether you liked it or not, you’d changed a little since he’d attached himself to you. You actually found yourself looking forward to his presence. He made things… lighter.

Just then, Sunoo bounded over, oblivious to the conversation you’d been having. He plopped down beside you, smiling as usual. “Hey! Did you know they added a new dessert in the kitchens? We have to go try it later!”

Your friend shot you a look, clearly delighted by the way you barely rolled your eyes before nodding. “Fine,” you replied. “But you’re bringing it back here. I’m not going all the way to the kitchens.”

Sunoo’s smile only grew. “Deal. You’re finally starting to admit you like spending time with me, huh?”

You scoffed, looking away to hide the faint warmth creeping into your cheeks. “Don’t push it.”

But the truth was undeniable, and both your friend and Sunoo could see it: somehow, the two of you had found a balance.

It didn’t take long for you to realize just how well Sunoo had come to understand you. He could somehow sense when your patience was wearing thin, when you’d been around people for too long and needed to be left alone. Whenever he picked up on your waning energy, he would offer you a small, knowing smile, give you a light squeeze on the shoulder, and let you be. No questions asked, no lingering around to wait you out—he just knew.

And maybe, in some way, you’d learned to pick up on his cues, too. Sunoo, who was normally all bright smiles and endless chatter, had quiet days—moments when his laughter would be softer, his eyes a little distant, his usual warmth feeling dimmed. At first, you didn’t know what to make of it, but eventually, you realized what he needed. So, whenever he’d get that faraway look, you’d make an extra effort to bring a bit of lightness back into his world.

Like the time you found him sitting by the lake, lost in thought as he absently trailed his fingers through the water. Without a word, you’d sat beside him and started retelling one of Snape’s more ridiculous lectures with a deadpan voice, mimicking Snape’s mannerisms in a way that finally drew a soft, genuine laugh from Sunoo.

“You’re pretty funny when you want to be,” he had said, nudging your shoulder as his smile returned.

“Just don’t get used to it,” you replied, but you couldn’t stop the small smile from creeping onto your face.

And it did go both ways. Sometimes you’d notice his plate looking a little too empty at dinner, and without a word, you’d sneak extra food onto it, nudging it his way until he ate. On the mornings he’d wander into class looking groggy and starving from skipping breakfast, you’d casually slide a piece of toast or a muffin over to him without drawing any attention, not even acknowledging it as he glanced at you in surprise, a grateful look in his eyes.

Once, he’d shown up in the library just before lunch, clearly worn down from a long morning of classes. His face lit up as he saw you, but before he could say anything, you pulled a sandwich from your bag and held it out to him, rolling your eyes as he grinned.

“Eat,” you ordered, trying not to smile at the way he accepted it.

“You’re seriously the best,” he said between bites, eyes shining with gratitude.

You shrugged, not making a big deal of it. “Just don’t skip meals.”

As much as Sunoo’s constant presence had once felt overwhelming, you couldn’t deny how natural it had become. He was someone you didn’t mind looking after, just as he looked after you in his own way. And even though you still hadn’t outright admitted how much he’d come to mean to you, you knew he could feel it.

After all, Sunoo seemed to understand you better than you’d ever expected.

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On a Thursday, right as you and Sunoo were walking down the hall from Potions, laughing quietly about some ridiculous mistake he’d made when a group of students passed by, whispering just loud enough for you to hear.

“Can’t believe those two are always together,” one of them sneered, glancing your way. “I don’t get what Sunoo sees in someone so… cold.”

“Yeah, must be a pity friendship,” another scoffed. “Who’d actually choose to hang around someone like that?”

The words hit you harder than you’d like to admit. You clenched your fists, feeling your cheeks grow hot with anger. Before you knew it, you were turning toward them, words already forming on your tongue.

But then, you felt a soft tug on your arm—Sunoo, pulling you back. His expression was a mix of concern and pleading, his hand gripping yours tightly.

“Don’t,” he whispered urgently, shaking his head. “They’re not worth it. Just… let it go, okay?”

But their words kept echoing in your mind, growing louder, and something about the way they’d insulted not only you but Sunoo too, made your blood boil. You could see how Sunoo was trying to brush it off, but the hurt flashed briefly in his eyes, even if he was trying to hide it.

“No,” you said firmly, ignoring his hold as you spun back around, voice sharp as you yelled after them. “Got something to say? How about you say it to our faces instead of acting like cowards?”

The group turned, surprised by your outburst, and you could see them tense, unprepared for confrontation. They exchanged uneasy looks before one of them, bolder than the others, sneered. “We’re just saying what everyone else is thinking.”

“Then let me make one thing clear,” you shot back, holding their gaze with an intensity that made them falter. “Sunoo is a hundred times the person any of you will ever be. So maybe you’re the ones who should keep quiet.”

They shifted, looking caught off guard. When they finally muttered a weak insult under their breath and walked off, you turned back to Sunoo, your anger still simmering.

Sunoo was watching you, eyes wide, a mixture of shock and something else—something soft and grateful—shining in his expression. He let out a breath, chuckling as he shook his head. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

You shrugged, still fuming, but now a little embarrassed at how strongly you’d reacted. “They don’t get to talk about us like that.”

Sunoo’s smile widened, and he squeezed your hand, which you’d forgotten he was still holding, looking at you with a warmth that seemed to melt away the remnants of your anger.

The hallway felt strangely empty around you, and though you didn’t say anything, the look you gave him said everything you couldn’t put into words.

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You and Sunoo became a regular sight around Hogwarts: you, with your usual deadpan expression and arms crossed, and Sunoo practically glowing with happiness beside you. Wherever he went, you seemed to follow, trailing a few paces behind with that ever-present poker face, while he chatted, laughed, and animatedly waved to anyone who passed.

There were days when Sunoo would drag you into random "adventures" across the castle, whether it was sneaking into the kitchens to grab snacks or daring you to climb one of the tall staircases to see if you could spot your common room window.

Like that time he convinced you to join him on an impromptu “mission” to see if the Fat Friar really could pass through walls from the sixth-floor corridor to the third-floor hallway. Somehow, he managed to get you to run after the ghost with him, dodging curious glances from students and teachers alike. Sunoo had laughed himself silly when you reached the third floor out of breath, pointing out the tiny, genuine grin that slipped onto your face as he panted beside you.

"Look, they’re smiling!" someone had gasped, and Sunoo turned with a proud grin, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “See? You just needed a little fun.”

You promptly rolled your eyes, but you didn't shrug him off. “I don’t know if chasing ghosts counts as fun,” you muttered, though the corner of your mouth betrayed you with the smallest smirk.

Then, there was the time Sunoo found out you’d never tried a Sugar Quill and insisted on “fixing this tragedy.” He dragged you down to Hogsmeade, where he bought you not one but two Sugar Quills, then made a show of pulling a face as he pretended to judge your expression with every lick. Even though you mostly kept your deadpan look, he saw right through you, laughing as you admitted they were “better than expected.”

“Wait, was that a compliment?” he teased, eyes wide in mock surprise.

You rolled your eyes, biting the end of the quill. “Don’t get used to it.”

But the most notable reactions always came during the quieter moments—the times Sunoo would ramble on about something, and you’d listen quietly, only to get caught off-guard by his laugh or one of his jokes, and let a smile slip. Whenever someone noticed, they’d gape in shock, like they’d just seen something truly unbelievable.

Like when you two were sitting by the Black Lake, and Sunoo was telling some ridiculous story about how he once tried to turn the Great Hall’s chandelier into a disco ball for a party idea (though, predictably, he’d been caught). You tried to hold it in, but a soft chuckle slipped out anyway. One nearby student stared so openly that Sunoo caught it too, and immediately grinned, elbowing you.

“See? People can’t believe their eyes. They probably think you’re a statue brought to life,” he teased, his eyes crinkling in amusement.

You gave him a flat look, but the tiny smile wouldn’t leave your face. “Maybe it’s you who’s bringing me to life,” you replied dryly, just to see him blush.

The two of you were a study in contrasts—your stoic, steady presence beside Sunoo’s unstoppable, bubbly energy. But somehow, people started catching those small, fleeting moments when you softened around him, when he made you smile in spite of yourself. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you liked that he was the one who could bring that out in you.

Life with Sunoo by your side continued to be an endless series of unexpected twists, each one gradually chipping away at your grumpy exterior. He had this strange ability to draw out parts of you that you’d long kept hidden, surprising even yourself in the process. And, somehow, you didn’t mind it as much as you thought you would.

One afternoon, Sunoo decided it was "absolutely necessary" to take you to the Owlery to see a particular baby owl he’d become fond of. “You’ll love it, I swear,” he insisted, dragging you up the steps. And despite your half-hearted grumbles about climbing “unnecessary stairs,” you found yourself actually smiling when the little owl pecked his hand affectionately. When Sunoo turned and caught the tiny smile on your face, he gasped dramatically.

“Stop the press!” he said loudly enough to echo through the Owlery. “They do have a heart!”

“Careful, or I’ll stop coming along to your ridiculous little outings,” you muttered, though the hint of amusement in your voice was hard to ignore.

“Oh, please,” Sunoo scoffed, looping an arm through yours as you both made your way back down. “You love every second of my company.”

You didn’t answer, but your silence was all the confirmation he needed.

Another time, during a Transfiguration lesson, you found yourself paired with Sunoo for a particularly tricky assignment. Sunoo, naturally, was struggling to concentrate, his wand movements lazy and absent-minded as he kept nudging you with random observations. “Did you know Professor McGonagall has a favorite cat?” he whispered, eyes wide.

“Focus,” you deadpanned, though the corners of your mouth twitched as you tried to stifle a smile.

Seeing your reaction, he grinned, adjusting his stance and mirroring your serious expression in an exaggerated way. “Like this?” he asked, mimicking your look perfectly.

You couldn’t hold it in this time—a small, genuine laugh escaped you, shocking the students around you. Even McGonagall raised an eyebrow, glancing over her spectacles. “Good to see you finding joy in Transfiguration, for once,” she said with a rare smile.

When class ended, Sunoo was practically beaming. “See? I’m finally getting you to open up,” he said, walking beside you with that familiar, almost blinding smile.

“Don’t push your luck,” you warned, but he only laughed, knowing you didn’t really mean it.

And every now and then, you’d catch students around the castle gawking when Sunoo would lean in close, pointing out something funny on a page or whispering a joke that would make your stone-cold demeanor soften for just a second. They couldn’t believe it, seeing you actually smiling or laughing in response to his antics.

One evening in the library, you were finishing up some homework while Sunoo sat beside you, absently doodling on parchment. He glanced over at you, tapping his quill on the desk.

“So,” he started, a little softer this time, “when did I officially become your friend?”

You didn’t look up, but your lips tugged upward slightly. “Guess it was the day you decided not to leave me alone,” you replied.

Sunoo grinned, leaning his head against your shoulder with a sigh. “Good thing I’m stubborn.”

You didn’t answer, but you didn’t move away, either. In fact, the small smile you wore spoke more than words ever could.

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One quiet afternoon, you and Sunoo found yourselves sitting by the Black Lake. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the water, and for once, there were no interruptions, no curious glances from other students. It was just the two of you, enjoying the peace and each other's company.

Sunoo had been unusually silent for a while, lost in thought as he skipped stones across the lake. Finally, he turned to you, his expression more serious than usual. “Hey,” he began softly, “can I ask you something?”

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “Sure, what’s up?”

He hesitated, biting his lip before speaking again. “Why don’t you smile much around people? I mean, you smile a lot when it’s just us, but with others… it’s like you shut down.”

The question hung in the air, and for a moment, you weren’t sure how to respond. You stared out at the water, watching the ripples dance across the surface as you gathered your thoughts. Finally, you sighed, deciding to share a piece of your past that you rarely talked about.

“It’s not that I don’t want to smile,” you began slowly, choosing your words carefully. “I thought I had people I could rely on,” you continued, still keeping your gaze down, staring at the grass as though it held all the answers. “But things changed. They either weren’t there when I needed them most, or…” You trailed off, not quite able to voice the ways people had let you down. “It’s like they didn’t care as much as I thought they did. I felt stupid for ever trusting them.”

Your voice was barely a whisper by the end, but you forced yourself to keep going, feeling the weight of your words start to lighten as you let them out. “After that, I just… learned to be careful. I figured if I didn’t let people in, they couldn’t hurt me. So I stopped smiling so much. I thought maybe if I looked… unapproachable, people would keep their distance. And for the most part, they did.”

Sunoo gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he said quietly, his voice laced with genuine empathy. “People can be selfish, and sometimes they don’t realize how their actions affect others. But I hope you know not everyone is like that.”

A lump formed in your throat at his words, the sincerity in his tone catching you off guard. “I know,” you replied, though your voice shook slightly. “It’s just hard to remember that sometimes. I didn’t want to risk getting hurt again, so… shutting people out seemed like the safest option.”

Sunoo shifted a little closer, his warmth a quiet reminder that you weren’t alone. “You know,” he began, voice gentle, “I had my own fair share of people who weren’t exactly the best, too. It hurt, and yeah, I thought about closing myself off sometimes. But then I thought, what if I missed out on someone who really could be a good friend?”

You looked over at him, catching the soft vulnerability in his eyes. “I guess that’s why you’re so… friendly,” you said, almost teasing but more thoughtful than anything. “You don’t want to miss out on the good people out there.”

He smiled, nodding. “Exactly. And… I knew you were different, you know. Even if you didn’t smile much, even if you looked like you’d rather be anywhere else than around people, I could just tell. That there was more to you. And look,” he added with a grin, “I was right.”

A laugh slipped out before you could stop it, a genuine one, and you shook your head at his optimism. “Guess you were,” you admitted, a little sheepishly. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you putting up with me, though.”

“Oh, please,” he scoffed, playfully bumping his shoulder against yours. “I knew there was something worth sticking around for. Even if you tried to hide it.”

The weight of his words settled over you, and you couldn’t help but feel a small surge of warmth. Sunoo hadn’t just pushed past your walls; he’d done it so gently, with such patience, that you hardly realized when you’d stopped trying to keep him out.

“Thanks for… sticking around,” you said, voice quiet, the sincerity in your words a stark contrast to your usual deadpan tone.

“Anytime,” he replied, a soft smile playing at his lips as he looked out at the lake. Then, after a beat, he added, “Besides, I like having someone around who gets me. You know how I can get lost in my own thoughts sometimes. You’re always there to pull me back.”

You both shared a comfortable silence, the kind you could only have with someone who truly understood you. After a while, you finally spoke again. “I guess I kind of forgot how nice it feels to let someone in.”

Sunoo nodded, a content smile on his face. “I’m glad you trusted me with that,” he said softly. “And… I hope you know I’ll never do anything to hurt you. Promise.”

You turned to him, meeting his gaze, and for once, you let down every wall and allowed yourself to believe him. “I believe you.”

He grinned, looking both relieved and happy. “Good. Because I plan on being around for a long time, whether you like it or not.”

Rolling your eyes, you felt the small, reluctant smile tugging at your lips once again. But this time, you didn’t fight it. “Guess I don’t really have a choice, huh?”

“Nope,” he replied cheerfully, leaning his head against your shoulder with a sigh. “I’m a very stubborn person, you know.”

Sunoo’s smile was soft and reassuring, his eyes shining.“I promise, I’ll never do anything to hurt you. You’re stuck with me now, whether you like it or not.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that, a genuine smile breaking through your usual guarded expression. “I guess I can live with that.”

Sunoo grinned, leaning in a bit closer. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

☀︎⋆｡°·☁︎

You couldn’t quite pinpoint the moment it happened, the gradual shift from seeing Sunoo as just that kind, bubbly Hufflepuff who wouldn’t leave you alone, to… this. Somewhere in the days spent with him at your side, with his laugh brightening even your most tired moments, Sunoo had become more than just a friend.

It hit you unexpectedly one day, as you leaned against a stone wall in the courtyard, watching from afar while he chatted with a group of other students. He was laughing, the sound rich and clear as he threw his head back, eyes crinkling in a way that made him look almost ethereal. His presence lit up the entire courtyard, as if he were some rare creature, something precious that didn’t quite belong to the harshness of the real world.

For a second, you wondered how someone like him—so pure, so effortlessly kind and happy—had come to talk to you, much less stick around. And as the thought lingered, you felt an ache in your chest you hadn’t expected. Because no matter how close you’d gotten, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Sunoo was somehow beyond your reach.

He caught sight of you then, his gaze shifting from the others to land directly on you, and his face lit up even more, a broad grin spreading across his features. You blinked, feeling warmth bloom inside you as he broke away from the group, jogging over to where you stood.

“You just standing there, brooding?” he teased, his eyes glinting with playful mischief as he nudged your shoulder.

You huffed, trying to shake off the thought that had just been consuming you. “Maybe. Someone’s gotta keep the aesthetic,” you muttered, lips curling in a faint smirk.

But as he laughed, the sound tugging at something deep inside you, you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever see you the way you were beginning to see him. If he’d ever feel that same tug of warmth and longing when he looked at you.

“What?” Sunoo asked, tilting his head when he noticed you staring.

“Nothing,” you replied quickly, looking away to hide the hint of pink creeping up your cheeks.

The days turned into weeks, and while Sunoo’s cheerful presence continued to brighten your life, you found yourself slipping back into familiar habits. Each time you spotted him surrounded by large groups of people, laughing and joking with ease, an unsettling fear began to take root in your chest. You pulled away, convinced that you would inevitably reveal too much—your feelings for him slipping through the cracks, leaving you vulnerable in front of everyone.

It wasn’t that you wanted to distance yourself from Sunoo; rather, it was the overwhelming dread of accidentally exposing your heart that made you withdraw. You’d sit on the sidelines, pretending to be absorbed in your own conversations or buried in a book, watching him from afar with a mix of longing and anxiety. Each time he glanced your way, a bolt of panic shot through you, and you’d quickly look away, heart racing at the thought of what he might see in your eyes.

You told yourself it was fine, that you needed space—that it was safer to watch him from afar, to keep things simple and keep your feelings hidden.

But that was easier said than done. Every time he’d glance over with that bright, hopeful smile, a pang of guilt and longing would settle in your chest. You’d nod in acknowledgment, force a small wave, and then slip away, heart hammering as you went.

And of course, Sunoo noticed.

One evening, when you were tucked away in a quiet corner of the library, a familiar figure appeared beside you. Sunoo slid into the seat, watching you with a curious, slightly hurt expression. "You’re avoiding me," he said softly, cutting right to the point.

You didn’t look up, keeping your focus on the parchment in front of you, hoping he wouldn’t press. “No, I’m just… busy. Lots of work,” you mumbled, hoping that would satisfy him.

“Really?” he asked, his voice edged with disbelief. “Because you used to tell me when things were bothering you. Now, it’s like… like I don’t even know what’s going on with you.” His tone was tinged with hurt, and you felt it like a weight in your chest.

“I’m fine, Sunoo. Really,” you replied with a weak shrug, not daring to meet his eyes. You knew if you did, he’d see right through you.

He let out a frustrated sigh. “Don’t do that,” he pleaded, his voice wavering. “Don’t push me away. I thought… I thought we’d built something together, you know? Something real. I want to be there for you, but you have to let me in.”

You swallowed hard, feeling your heart pound painfully. “It’s just… it’s complicated.”

He leaned closer, his voice filled with an unfamiliar urgency. “Then let me in on the ‘complicated.’ I don’t want you to hide from me. Please, talk to me.”

You clenched your jaw, still not meeting his gaze. You could feel his intensity, his genuine care, and it tore you up inside. “Sunoo, just… drop it,” you said, voice quieter than you intended.

But he didn’t drop it. “Why won’t you just be real with me?” he nearly begged, his tone raw and vulnerable. “I hate seeing you shut yourself off like this. I hate that you’re just… disappearing. It’s like I’m losing you, and I don’t understand why. I thought we were closer than this.”

A pang of frustration bubbled up. He didn’t understand because you’d kept him in the dark, because you were afraid he’d never feel the same way. You had no right to be upset, but it hurt too much to bear alone any longer.

“Because, Sunoo!” you said, your voice rising. “Because I… I have feelings for you, alright?”

As soon as the words were out, your hand flew to your mouth in shock, eyes widening at what you’d just revealed. You stared at him, feeling a mixture of panic and regret swell up as the weight of what you’d just said settled between you.

You half-expected to see shock or pity on his face, but instead, Sunoo’s expression softened. Slowly, a smile spread across his lips, one of genuine happiness and warmth, lighting up his entire face.

“Do you… do you really feel that way?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper as if he didn’t quite believe his own ears.

Face burning, you nodded, too afraid to meet his eyes but not wanting to take the words back. “Yeah. I do,” you replied, voice quiet, feeling both relieved and terrified.

Without another word, Sunoo’s hands reached for yours, pulling you close. He looked at you with a joy that you hadn’t seen in him before, his eyes practically glowing. “I’ve liked you for so long,” he admitted softly, almost shyly. “You’re everything I wanted but thought I’d never have.”

You blinked, your breath catching as his words sank in. “Really?”

He nodded, grinning even wider as he held your gaze. “Yes. So… don’t pull away from me, okay? I want to be there with you, through everything.”

Still in shock, you finally let yourself breathe. Then, with a shaky smile, you whispered, “Okay.”

Sunoo’s face lit up, and he pulled you into a warm embrace, holding you close as if he’d never let go. And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself relax, feeling the weight of your guarded heart ease as you leaned into him.

Sunoo’s eyes searched yours, his expression a mix of excitement and hesitation. “Can I… kiss you?” he asked softly.

You didn’t need to think twice. Instead of answering verbally, you leaned in closer, closing the distance between you until your lips met his. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle brush of warmth and sweetness, but it quickly deepened as Sunoo responded, his hand finding its way to the back of your neck, cradling you closer.

Every nerve in your body tingled as you kissed him back, the sensation blooming inside you like fireworks. It felt right, like a missing piece finally falling into place. Sunoo’s lips were soft against yours, and the world melted away—there was no noise, no crowd, just the two of you.

As he deepened the kiss, you felt yourself melt against him, your worries and fears dissipating like morning mist in the sunlight. Sunoo pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathless and a little stunned.

“Wow,” he breathed, his eyes sparkling with delight. “That was… amazing.”

You chuckled softly, still feeling a rush of warmth and happiness coursing through you. “Yeah, it really was.”

“Can we do that again?” he asked, a playful glint in his eye, and you couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.

“Definitely,” you replied, heart racing with a mix of excitement and newfound affection.

With a grin, he leaned in again, capturing your lips with his, and you both fell into the rhythm of each other’s movements, the kiss growing more confident this time. It was a sweet, tender connection that spoke of the trust and understanding you’d built, a promise of what was to come.

As you pulled away again, your cheeks flushed, you couldn’t help but laugh at how easy it felt, how natural. “I can’t believe we waited this long,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I know, right?” Sunoo replied, still beaming. “But I’m glad we finally did.” He paused, a seriousness creeping into his expression. “I really like you, you know. I’ve wanted to say it for a while, but I didn’t want to scare you off.”

You felt your heart swell at his words, and you smiled softly. “You didn’t scare me off, Sunoo. If anything, you made me realize how much I needed you in my life.”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with joy. “Then let’s keep making these memories, yeah? I want to know everything about you. All the good stuff and the not-so-good stuff. I want to be the one you trust.”

“Deal,” you replied, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you. “And I’ll try to be more open, I promise.”

“Good,” he said, and with a playful nudge, he added, “And maybe I’ll even get you to smile more often.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that broke through. “Maybe. But only if you keep being so ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous is my specialty,” he laughed, and as the two of you settled into a comfortable silence, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for this new chapter in your life—a chapter filled with laughter, trust, and the thrill of discovering each other.

[kalivasquezart]

Just wanted to say that I absolutely love your au about the Pioneer. Its so well thought out and just overall amazing and oh boy dont even get me started on your art— absolutely beautiful💖💕

I also am working on an au based off of Artis pups and when I found you I was like 🫢🫵 Very similar ideas 👀👀👀Also Hunter as Pioneer’s mentor is SUCH A COOL CONCEPT— Like like cause Hunters my favorite scug and the fact that you included him in your au and as Marbles’ mentor is just *squeals* but it also makes a lot of sense considering he comes a little bit after Arti and is one of the few scugs who can encounter pups in their campaign. I also wanted to ask if its okay with you if I use that idea/concept in my own au 👉👈

I was also thinking about Pioneer’s brother— Ik you said that you hc him as being dead, like officially, but I thought it would be interesting if he was still alive. I personally was inspired to let him live in my au simply because of some official art of Gorum (specifically his endings art especially the food quest one where he has a suspiciously familiar green slugpup). I was thinking something like what happened to Surv and Monk (the one-way pipe considering the fact that he kind of began to drift to the right as he sank) happened to him and Gorum found him. Idk these are just ideas Im using for my own au but thought I would share.

I just realized this is super long sorry HANDNAND I am insane and write too much

ahhhh thank you for the kind words skek YOU FLATTER ME~

[there are rain world spoilers regarding artificer's capaign below, be warned]

while my current headcanon is that the green pup died, i've been thinking very hard about it for the last week or so, and IMO there's a high chance i will retcon that. if the pipe thing is canon to Surv/Monk campaigns then i'm even more eager to adopt that idea. my only real hold-up about the pup was that we clearly see it drown in Arti's dream (the same flashing aura behaviour when you swim underwater), and if he really did drown then the only way to bring him back to life would be through karmic rebirth "last checkpoint save" kind of thing… which feels a bit cheap? a little too simple for me. i'm heavily biased here, because a while ago i read an interesting lore post of someone trying to explain why Arti's pups wouldn't "respawn" if they were killed, while Arti did. in short, the pups were too young to be bound by karma and so when they died, they died for good (reincarnated as a different creature, maybe) - but Artificer being an adult and already having experienced the urges before, was brought back. if i can, i will try to find that post again, and link it here.

ANYWAY yeah, personal AUs don't have to strictly comform to the game's canon, i keep forgetting about that. hell, i've seen people revive scav king or, i dunno, SOS from the dead, and they made it work.

speaking of my AU again, i may also have headcanon'd Arti's mate as a semi-aquatic scug (less freaky than riv tho), and so Bryn/green pup would have inherited some of those genes, making him more likely to survive the drowning. so yeah, i think i like the storytelling potential of keeping the pup alive, althought i'd have to sit down and do a proper brainstorming on what that means… when Arti and Marbles eventually reunite with their long lost other half of the family.

by the way, if you (or anyone else reading this post) wants to use my ideas in their own AU then i'm okay with that! no need to credit or anything. many people come up with similar concepts anyway, it'd be silly to try and police them on it.

[enden-k]

have you considered drawing all your babygirls together? the overwatch boys (I'm so sorry I don't know their names. I like them bc you drew them but I'm not into overwatch and names take a lot of time for me) and haikavetham? idk I'd just like to seem them together again. maybe haitham and the cool robot guy outfit swap as well? or concept swap?

if you feel like it of course.

(also I think youve done it before but I've been really into outfit swaps lately and haitham in kavehs shirt lives in my mind rent free)

rama and haitham outfit swap would be so hilarious bc rama lit walks w his ramathussy out. the haithussy would destroy all of sumeru if he walked out like that for sure, cyno would arrest his ass immediately

but yeas idk maybe ill draw more niran w kaveh bc last time i did, i enjoyed it too much AHHAHA (crack ship?) but yea if i draw them both i think i might draw symweaver kavetham together for fun, no promises, just like. if i would draw them, it would be those bc symweaver is literally the kavetham of overwatch (prettiest babygirl in the world busy with projects til morning and his autistic (ex)roommate/(ex)best friend whos the opposite of him and still, they make it work etc blabla)

yes i did it before (drawing kavetham outfit swap) haitham rlly looks nice in kavehs shirt............rlly nice......rlly nice nicecneini

btw sorry for lack of genshin art or smth idk if some miss it but unfortunately im really bored of genshin lately. dunno if its the game itself and the fact that im just way too attached to sumeru that i really lose interest the more we dont see/are there again as we move on (i rlly tried moving on but its so hard, rn im just very casual and do the barest minimum hhhhhhg bring me back to sumeru pls thanku)

anw obv i still love my babies too much and im always open and free to scream about them or share my thoughts and hcs or whatever. is just bc of the genshin boredom and me moving back to old fandoms (ow2) and other fandoms (hsr), im drawing other stuff from there i enjoy. i def wont leave the game/fandom tho and ill cook up some kvthm some time dw, im just waiting for the next time i have more days off work so i have enough time to brainstorm and rlly get into it again

[tigers1o1]

OKAY SO QUESTION

In your fic “Learning a Love Language” you have like…very sweet and intimate ideas for how Undersea folk show affection…

I am not caught up so if this was based in canon I apologize, but can I use the affection in a fic I’m writing? Like the pulse points, the fin touching, the forehead thing? I obviously won’t copy the idea but I just think it’s so cute of like

Gil doing that and Chip being like WAH

I know you sent another anon after this one saying Nevermind bc of you did write something, it would basically be the same thing, but I wanted to put this out there in general:

If you like my headcanons, you’re more than welcome to use them!!!! If they’re oddly specific ones (like my specific humanized pretzel one and how Gillion became her dad) then I’d like it if you credited me but if it’s broader stuff like the undersea affection stuff just go for it lol. A lot of my headcanons for undersea affects are actually based of @atomicraft ‘s headcanons for the undersea and the Learning a Love Language fic was actually brainstormed with xem.

My favorite thing about fandom is when people build off each others ideas :3

If you do still wanna write that fic, you can always connect it to Learning a Love Language when you post it via the “inspired by” section :> (if you dunno how to do that, shoot me another ask and I’ll explain) I’d be alright with that :D

Also Ik you sent this a while ago, I save it to my drafts and then forgot about it LMAO IM SO SORRY

[astros-draws]

Doomguy in sky. Form the pov of my sky kid

I'm open to criticism.

Also doom guy is gona get referred whit they them pronouns because the ski kids don't know the pronouns and want to be polite.

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Bleu and I where in the island having a walk after the geyser, till they trip on something.

"You okay there?"-I asked concernedly.

"Yes, what even is that?"

We get closer to the thing half buried in sand, and i try to pick it up. "Heavy"

Bleu gets up "You are a little moth, im sure thats why you cant lift that," before trying and failing to pick up the thing. "Oh..."

"Are your old man bones too weak to lift it?"

"Shut! Im not old, i still don't have 2 years!" They scof.

"I know, i know, I'm just mesing whit you"

"Oh, maybe theres more things like this around?"

"Right! lets look, maybe it is a secret season." "Nah i doubt it, but lets look."

We fly a bit foward and...

"Is that a spirit? Or a tall Sky kid?"

"Its... huh, i actually don't know. It looks like neither" we land a bit far from them, "I have never seen that type of clothing"

"Do we say hi? It seems they haven't noticed us. Maybe the thingi was theirs?" "Yea lets go"

"Hey!" I honk

The big dude turns fast to look at us, like very fast, like terrifyingly so.

I wave my hand, this is not a sky kid, bleu turs and points in the direction of the thingi, while i continue to honk.

We got the big dude to follow us, and we had to walk, and we got to the thingi, bleu and I stand near it, and they pick it up without struggles, as if it weighted nothing.

"Dude is strong!" Bleu exclaimed

"Yea, im sure they could yeet a krill!"

The green armored one looked at us, and seemed somewhat relaxed, and Bleu and I got a frienly head pat.

"Can you understand us?" I try to comunicate, the only answer i got was a smal head tilt.

"Well, this makes things harder." bleu ponders for a second. "What about we go home?"

"Right! Maybe someone knows about em!" ..."But how do we take them there?"

"Right... I didn't think of that, maybe we could fly?" Bleu says.

"Do you think we would be able to carry them? Are you really sure?" I recive a no for an answer.

The sky slowly turns red.

"A sard event? Shouldn't it be tomorrow?" I ask, Less of a question and more of concern.

"It sould... - bleu doesn't finish, interrupting himself - WHAT IN EDEN IS THAT??!!"

It was a horrofiying creature, oh no, this is more horrifying than the deep krill, It didn't get time to aproach before the Armored fella jumps in front of us and.... does something with the thingi, i saw some light, it did something to the creature, it stopped moving.

Bleu and I tried to get a peek, but before we saw anything the Armored dude bloked our vision.

Bleu tries again, but fails.

"Maybe we shouldn't? I saw something red, so i dunno" i stated

"You are maybe right, with them in the way it will be impossible" bleu sighs defeated.

We are gently pused away from the weird creature, we near a camp fire and the Armored fella picks up one of the sticks, and gestures us to stay there, before going back.

"Huh, well that was weird... now we wait"

"Yea" Bleu thinks for a sec "We need to know how to call em, it will make easier getting information"

"Oh, right. I dunno"

We brainstorm some nicknames, awful ones but hey we are trying.

In frustration i started looking around in the beach to see if we find something,

"Another thing!" I exclaimed, getting bleus attention.

"Whats that? That is a weird tablet, huh, its looks broken, what are those symbols??" Bleu talks.

"I dont...... Whats that writen there?" I ask

"I only understand the first simbols of those words??? DG?" He says.

"Well, we have a nickname now, DG." I like it, simple :3.

"Thats not a bad one, yea, we are using that" Bleu proudly states.

DG is back, we honk to show that we did listen, and starts to gesture... i don't know what that... oh asking us to go away, for a bit?

"We should take our leave now" bleu says "Gota go to grandma's" before returning home.

I bow and wave at DG before going home too, i saw them turning around and gripping harsly the thingi, before being teleported home.

Gues I should go later, the sky was very weird there.

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Welp, thats that, i will (probably) write more, and remember this is written from the pov of a Sky kid making them lack much knowledge.

[demonicintegrity]

As I’m making internal plans for the summer a kofi shop/commission carrd from me is likely imminent. And im just trying to brainstorm what sorta things I can offer. Because fuck I need money.

Icons are on my list. But im also trying to be a colorist for comics so I might have a page rate for that too. General commissions are an inevitable as well. I used to want to make my index card art into phone wallpaper packs for cheap. Dunno about that.

But im wondering if I should have some options for writing?? Im still rusty as hell but. Maybe? But pricing that would be a whole other learning curve. Adjacent thought to that was having cheap blog prompts cuz I have a tendency to infodump on random things from fandoms to discourse which might be of interest to someone?? Idk.

If I do writing comms I was thinking a kofi would be great cuz then those supporting me will be able to see the comms. And then maybe they could be released to the public maybe sometime after.

[tunzalines]

fic ideas i have but will prob never write (or finish)

half of these don't really have names so ill just call them whatever the doc is named OOOOOO OYASUMI omori fic, hikikomori route where sunny can't sleep through the night thus progressing to the next day. based on my own gameplay where in my first run was the hikikomori route (which i did not know at the time) so the first ending i got was this endless night (didn't know i could die in black space at the time). wanted to write about sunny slowly completing everything you could do in headspace till, well, idk lost the vision. wanted to kinda write about how dragging it feels to wake up fall back asleep then wake up again only for a minute to past. wanted it to feel ig defeating, if i was to continue it today maybe id slow burn it into the hiki ending? make it a very depressing crawl to the end

i drink till im drunk, smoke till im high p5 (vanilla royal wasn't a thing at the time) AU fic where the metaverse isn't a thing instead they use scopolamine. inspired by the scopolamine documentary by vice. exactly as i said a retelling of the main story with no powers, never actually started writing it since i wanted to nail out the specifics first like how the PT would get the drug n etc. looking at my notes like under half of them just die via OD damn. i remember id wanted to make it a one shot n focus on the PTs mental state/thought process and how they would devolve into doing this. a change i wrote them targeting Sugimura instead of Okumura cuz haru doesn't want to do that to her dad. Sae same deal, also didn't brainstorm a reason why Makoto joins (or maybe she wouldnt't? hm? hm?) tho i have notes on the blackmail thing still happening. idk how id play it out, whether i have her join or be a confidant. no full notes on Shido tho with Akechi thinking the drugging is inhumane and excessive tho also looking into Shido. don't know if i wanted to have Akechi be a normal detective or something? i could keep in his anger for Shido and have that be the reason he'd help the PTs i dunno. heres a direct note that i have: "Honestly not really a team but just all angry together. Akira druggy backstory is revealed" so akira would somehow supply the scopolamine, like i said never fully ironed that out.

and in that moment you knew you waited to long splatoon fic where a human gets reincarnated into a inkling! made this during splat 2 so id be based in inkopolis and no lore from rise of mammalians. wanted it to be very introspective with the protag living through the time before the end of humanity. so while they wouldn't have experienced it the fear and trauma of being so close to the end like that would carry onto her inkling life. while i didn't note it down i think i wanted the protag not to fully know how humanity ended, yeah obviously there was a rise in sea levels but the details? unknown. the protag would see the world of splatoon and look at it with a objective view while living through it (maybe even lost in life burden with the knowledge of a sunken humanity), though i thought of tartar being apart of the story (which the protag would argue humanity n etc with). don't know if id make it post octo expansion or pre and if i write about tartar id probably write in the squidbeak splatoon. so protag would hear about tartar somehow and go looking n which agent 4 notices and starts following them etc etc, leads to tar and reveals protag is reincarnated! idk. i want protag and tar to talk tho, with separate ideals too like tar: fuck this world. protag: this isnt our world anymore (longing yearning angst, youll never see your love ones or anything close to them ever again). squidbeak could be the fun optimists or something. just a fic about splatoon from the world it was before.

I JUST WANTED YOU TO WATCH ME DISSOLVEEEE SLOWLYYY genshin impact fic wooo, easy synopsis from notes: "aether drinks. cuz paimon is dead" this fic is actually half written! i just lost motive and never continued (tho maybe i will? not anytime soon tho :/). a short story on well aether drinking, running into venti, and the clear sense that something is wrong; nothing outright yet from the get go but aether is clearly unhappy. writing focused on aethers very clear mental distraught and regret (which would be more revealed further into the story). i honestly forgot how i wanted the reveal to go (didn't write it down good going me) but basically aether is tricked by lumine to kill paimon because she holds their sealed power. hm maybe less tricked more forced and pressured into killing piamon, nonetheless aether feels awful and would subsequently drink to forget and confess to venti about what hes done.

press 'E' to open inventory sword art online fic, every so often i think about sao ok. this would be a season 1 fic centered around kirito and his time in the moonlit black cats and how it effects him thru the Aincrad arc, represented by a black coat. based on the different jacket he used with the black cats had the idea that it was given to kirito by them as a kinda welcoming uniform thing. anyways they die and he keeps the jacket in his inventory as a memento. heres the rough notes of the plot: Kirito almost throws the jacket away after in fear and survivor guilt (he doesn't) Kirito then keeps it in his inv 24/7 Asuna could question it maybe ? idk He pulls it out in moments for comfort (but only after a long time he gotta get over the deaths first) One day he wears it (end woo)

ok thats all the drafts i have (when will i learn to finish my stories :[ )

[lets-make-a-thing]

Update and notes

I feel like our project is coming along nicely. So nice that I'm actively fighting the urge to daydream about the storyline and characters pretty often 😂👍

I see the results from the last poll. Custom species it is. We'll get around to naming them and figuring out their features soon. Yes, a vampire will still be a vampire. If we were to make it a custom species, we would need to make some changes to the regular rules and maybe/maybe-not change the name (For example, they could suck water instead of blood (oddly enough, i think this is more lethal?), or maybe they actually love garlic and spices. I dunno yet, we'll see lol)

One other thing I want to write here also. I feel like naming magic simply "magic" in the Vehlur proj is a bit stock and it doesn't feel right in my opinion. We can figure out a different name for it soon also.

But essentially it is the same thing as described in previous posts. I feel like the properties of vehlur magic could additionally be described as similar to electricity. It can be routed and used for electronics. It is a property/product of nature and if you abuse it or do something the wrong way, just like if you touch a hot flame or stick a fork in a socket, there would be consequence. Would have to think about what different levels of magic does to different creatures. Maybe this could be implemented in a kooky theorist professor character from the school arc that yall voted on?

I wonder if magic could be based on vibration. I remember learning in middle school about quarks or something, that even the tiniest part of an atom moves. Forgive me, passionate science people, cause i know im gonna get a bunch of sciency stuff wrong. I'm writing at 3am and don't feel like doing research for 3½hrs haha.

If magic was based on vibration, you could theoretically turn a pile of dirt and other things into gold. Like alchemy or something. But you'd probably set off an atom bomb too since it's breaking and fusing the bonds between molecules.... haha idk let's just chalk that up to fiction and the theoretical properties of fantasy magic...

Anyway. I've got an aesthetic for the proj in mind based on what you guys have voted for. Of course things can change with time, so I'm open to switching things up if the voting calls for it.

As a personal note to myself, we also need to finish the character backstories. I think to make it easier, I might postpone the antagonist backstories and have you guys vote on the Antagonist's Motives For Being The Bad Guys part. That should make it easier to brainstorm.

Didn't get too much interaction with the backstory polls either, so I'll also rethink the formatting. Probably that you guys will choose from some backstories that I think up.

Still working on the map. Dunno when that will be finished, but the posts have a good framework. Are our floating islands mobile or immobile? Will ask that soon.

I remember the poll about how the magic society works. I also made a post about some careers in magic. I wanna rethink and brainstorm the magic related careers, but to do so I must ask you all about world building.

The exciting part. Worldbuilding! Been very inspired lately, which is great but also sucks because I'm still learning how to draw environments. For now, you'll probably have to deal with my written descriptions of places and geography and things. I've been wondering for weeks now how bodies of water would work on floating islands. What if a river falls off the island? Does physics physic, or is this influenced by the floating island aspect? Do floating islands have their personal gravity, or is something else holding them up? Or how does the ocean work? This is so exciting to think about, but I wanna hear your thoughts. We'll vote on this sometime.

These world building will primarily be intended to have cultures that do not exist in real life. Of course, especially because fantasy genre. But do not be surprised if something correlates with an existing culture, as there is nothing new under the sun.

Thanks for reading the post. No new polls yet, sorry! Finals week is coming fast, so not much time. Might upload something over Thanksgiving break, but not sure yet.

Happy holidays! 😁

@lets-make-a-thing @rens-w0rld @uniheart1

[cloudcountry]

I know I’m a day late in saying this, but Happy Halloween!! 🎃✨ >w< 

How’d you spend your Halloween? I watched The Nightmare Before Christmas (which,, reminded me why my ten-year-old self had a mini-crush on him DBFGDFHB,, And also that one time where me and my friend watched that movie until five in the morning and we woke up at one in the afternoon,, also at ten years old cgnbhfgh—) and did some homework. Not very eventful, but I enjoyed it! :D

Also!! It’s been a hot minute since I last hopped on here (I think I’m starting to see a trend lol),, any new updates or happenings? 👀

On another note, I’m kinda thinking on writing an Ikevamp Beethoven mini-fic,, The more I brainstorm and think about it, the more depressing it gets HJBDFG- Also!! If you don’t mind me asking (or if you know the answer at all- I don’t know how far you are with the game), do you know how the guys at the mansion turned into vampires in the first place? I might incorporate that with Beethoven,,

[Also, in spirit of Halloween, I give you this masterpiece: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/J2GWi15aR-U

Jackdaw Anon 🐦

im even later!!! happy halloween!!! <3

i went to a halloween party and then watched it with my friends!! there was only one good jumpscare though the rest was just faces vibrating really fast :C

UM UPDATES?!?!? I DUNNO IF YOU WERE HERE FOR THE ZERO THING BUT IM LIKE. DOWN BAD FOR HIM NOW JSHFGJAS HES THE GUY IN MY PFP HES FROM IKEREV HES MY HUSBAND AND YOURE WATCHING DISNEY CHANNEL

A BEETHOVEN MINIFICC?!??!?!?!?!? FOXMAING AT THE MOUTHH !@%$!@%^$!@$#%!$@#!% IM SO EXCITED ??? FOR THE ANGSTY POTENTIAL ?????

OK OK YES I CAN ANSWER THAT OK OK SO LIKE pureblood vampires can bring people back to life as lesser vampires nd stuff yk? (still wondering why napolean is a demivampire???? BUT THAT DOESNT MATTER) so im pretty sure vlad uses the vampires he brings back as pawns bc in SO many routes the vampires he broughtback have had their minds controlled to hurt the suitor??/ like in isaacs and arthurs routes. comte is the one that lets them fuck around until they hurt mc then he kicks ass (im playing comtes route next so ill update u!!!)

TEH "TALKING TO GIRLS" STOPPP THATS SO MENA HELP

[goldenageofwireless]

oghogogoh i just thought of a new story/character.,.,,.,

[matamisin]

super tempted to use that ask blog I mentioned a while ago and turn it into one for ocs 🤔🤔

[wooahaes]

difficult choices

pairing: non-idol!3racha & gn!reader

prompt: costume

word count: 0.5k~

warnings: reader n jisung bickering a lil tbh (as friends). also reader smacking jisung with a pillow. not proofread i am so sorry.

daisy’s notes: sorry 2 han if u have seen ghostbusters...... but if not... i am free to watch it ;) /j also sorry this is bad sdfkhdsf im a college student writing this one ahead of time so that i can focus on schoolwork

Picking a costume idea should not be this hard for four people. Yet you were sitting on the floor of Changbin’s apartment, listening to your friends try to come up with ideas for the four of you to wear to some Halloween party that Chris was invited to. Why you were being dragged into it, you couldn’t be sure--but you weren’t going to reject the idea of a group costume with your close buddies.

Chris was lying on the couch, half-listening to the sound of Changbin making snacks for you all. Today was meant for brainstorming, and Jisung had complained about being hungry (and you had joined in, just to tease). “We could be Ghostbusters.”

Jisung had looked up, visibly lost. “Huh?”

“Dude,” you dropped your phone into your lap, leaning back against the couch--and Chris’s shoulder. “You’ve never seen Ghostbusters?”

Chris frowned. “Aw, man... We should watch it.”

“Next movie night. Costume ideas. Han, go.”

He fumbled with his phone at being put on the spot. “I--Uh--We could--Wizard of Oz?” He ran a hand through his hair. “I watched it with Felix and Changbin.”

“Can’t,” you sighed. “I heard there’s another group doing that. One of them is straight up going to be Toto--I think he’s just gonna wear ears and draw on whiskers.”

“We could still do it,” Chris said. He shifted behind you to sit up, glancing over to where Changbin had been half-listening while getting snacks together.“Berry would be a cute Toto.”

“Bbama would be better,” Jisung frowned. “I would be a cute Dorothy.”

“If anyone’s Dorothy, it’s Changbin,” you rolled your eyes. “He’s the cutest one here.”

Changbin flopped onto the couch after setting down the bowl of snacks. “We’re not doing Wizard of Oz since someone else is doing it. Pick something else.” He leaned back. “Most costumes I found were for families with kids.”

“Same thing,” you leaned back. You noticed the look Jisung was giving you--a bit confused. “Chris is the dad. And...  I dunno, maybe I’m the mom.”

“Changbin’s the mom,” Jisung said. “You cried last time you had to go to the dentist.”

You yanked the pillow from behind Chris, scrambling to smack Jisung with it. “I told you that in confidence! I was scared they were gonna have to numb shit and you know I hate needles!”

“You’re just proving my point!” He held his hands up, blocking your blows.

Chris looked up, unbothered by the way you were busy smacking Jisung with a pillow--just to get one actual blow in. He kept blocking them. “What about superheroes?”

You stopped. “Huh?”

“I dunno, I think it’d be fun to dress up as Deadpool.” Chris shrugged.

Changbin was already typing something in his phone. “I’m in.”

You and Jisung exchanged a look. Superheroes was easy enough--although you’d have to coordinate something that was clearly together enough so that a random Spider-man or Deadpool wouldn’t blend in with your group.

And a moment later, the two of you spoke up at the same time, “I want to be Spider-man.”

Chris and Changbin exchanged a look as that immediately set the two of you off bickering about who fit Spider-man better.

At least you guys had an idea you agreed on.

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[tezzbot]

Hrmm... What do you think the NEET'S cutiemarks would be

im still trying to think!! cus like i want them to be sort of. ambiguous enough for them to be like I Dont Know What To Do With This but also have them like. contextually make sense i guess if that makes sense???

osomatsu is Not getting one not yet hes blank flanking it as fuck that guy doesnt even get a hint hes got no clue who hes meant to be

for kara i was thinking some kind of mask, like maybe those theatre masks thats like "lol dramatic" but also like. hes constantly putting on an act so much so that even his brothers can hardly tell what hes thinking maybe they form somewhat of a shield shape to demonstrate how defensive he can be but like a lot of CMs in the show can have double meanings that the ponies themselves dont understand so. thats an option ig

urmm jyushimatsu i want his to be like a sillygoofy fun one colourful spirals and the like, like hes similar to pinkie pie/cheese sandwich where his "destiny" or whatever is like, bringing joy smiles the like but hes not a party pony so. hes not sure abt how to go about it or what to do With that ykyk. i like to imagine he Got it when he Jyushimatsu-ified in high school but that went Fully against the bad kid persona he was trying to mask with so he did a Babs Seed and covered his flank w his tail every time he was in front of someone like a uhh this [cm design not Set]

uhh uhm im still trying to work out the rest, ichimatsu maybe has some symbols not sure what in the shape of a paw? dunno. still brainstorming lol

[scourgiez]

beatles au?

i was brainstorming this the other day, and i think it's kind of interesting C:

the premise is that ringo and john are angels that work in heaven and george and paul are demons that work in hell. they were all born in their respective "afterlife" so they really don't know any different. both have kind of similar jobs: r and j comfort souls who have just entered heaven, while p and g «torture" souls who have just entered hell

all of them hate their jobs for different reasons. paul and george obviously don't like torturing and never do their job properly, always ending up being nice to the souls theyre assigned to. ringo and john simply long for something greater, and want to create music. through different shenanigans they meet and accomplish their dreams together c:

i dunno how to go about this and sorry for the vague description but its still super beta.. id like this au to be pretty lighthearted and if im going to make anything out of it i might do a series of short comics. a working title for this au is demons and angels au, or DAA AU (pretty creative i know) but i'm still thinking about it!