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Teachers Pet-chapter 30: yule ball

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chapter 29

A/n READ: don't click the photo unless you want somewhat and idea of your dress! ok so this is like a special double chapter (I may have just let it get away from me and didn't wanna cut it in two) it's almost 7k words, oops. But I hope it was worth it!

TW this chapter contains themes of sexual harassment/assault.

Most of my roommates left, or were leaving to meet up with all of their dates and take pictures. I was finishing my hair and makeup when Ginny and Hermione walked in. "Hey, how'd you guys get in here?" I said looking at them through the mirror. "Ruth let us in." Hermione said with a smile. I laughed and turned to look at them. "Oh my gosh, you girls look so amazing." I said checking them out. Ginny did a little spin and Hermione looked down with a shy smile. "Thank you, where's your dress?" Hermione questioned. "Oh yeah, why don't you guys meet up with Draco and the other two and I'll meet with yall once im done." I said smiling at them. "Do you need help?" Ginny said smiling. "No, I'm good, I just need a little more time, go ahead." I said walking into the bathroom and closing the door. I heard them walk away and leave, their heels clicking. I looked at the dress hung in the bathroom and smiled. It really was perfect, I loved the color, and the length and fit. I slowly pulled it on, looking at myself in the mirror and smiling. I really did look quite pretty. I heard a light knock and looked to the door, "One moment Hermione!" I said as I tried to zip it up. "It's not Hermione dear." I heard Draco laugh. "Oh come in." I said quietly. He opened the door and I smiled at him motioning to my zipper. "Wow, Y/n you look amazing." He said as he gently zipped up my dress, his hand brushing my back. "Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself." I smiled turning to him. He was in an all black suit with a dark green tie that matched my dress. His hair was neatly fluffed on his head, he placed a small kiss to my lips to avoid my lipstick smudging. "Well are you ready?" He said grabbing my hand and taking me out of the bathroom. "I just need my shoes. I said pointing to them. He grabbed them as I sat down on my bed. He placed them under my feet as I stepped into them and he helped pull the straps over my heels. I smiled down at him and he smirked and winked at me. He really was a perfect boyfriend. He grabbed my hand as I stood up and grabbed my purse and wand. I took his arm and we walked outside the common room.

"It's about time!" hermione laughed as we met up with the others. "You guys all look fantastic!" I said smiling at all of them. "Are you kidding, you look stunning Y/n" Ginny said checking me out. "Aweee stop." I said putting up a hand. "You look nice Malfoy." I heard Harry whisper to Draco. I looked at them slightly as I listened to whatever Hermione was saying. "You aswell Potter." Draco responded not looking directly at Harry, but smiling off to the side. I smiled at them getting along. And turned my attention on Hermione. "Ok I say we should head out now it's 8:15 so everyone should be in there now." Ginny said, beginning to walk down the hall, the rest of us following. We all nodded and made our way to the great hall. The halls were mostly empty except for a few loner students and couples headed to the carriages. Draco laughed at the pair and looked at me. I nudged him and smiled as we all prepared ourselves. I took Draco's arm once more, and next to us was Hermione and Ron, and then Ginny and Harry. "Good luck!" Hermione said as we all opened the doors and walked in. Our eyes being full of all the glistening decorations and lights, it was a different theme then what Hermione had described her last one was. It was dimer and more gold and white. Everything was sparkling and there was good smooth music playing. We all smiled looking at each other and walked into the crowd. I took Draco over to Albus who was standing in the front by the large beautiful pine tree. I smiled at him and then at Draco as we walked up. "Hello Dumbledore." I said smiling at my godfather. "Headmaster." Draco said, nodding respectively to him. Albus smiled at me, "I hope you two have a good night! And I can not wait to see your performance." He said, patting my hand. I nodded and smiled and pulled Draco away. "What's wrong?" He said as I pulled him through the crowd. "I forgot about my song, I mean I have one rehearsed with the band, but I don't know if it's the one." I said quietly to him. "Oh well you will figure it out." he said trying to reassure me. "Ok I'm gonna go get punch or whatever." I said tapping his arm and walking through all the people. I spotted the drink table from the large ice sculpture of what looked like a reindeer and a doe. I walked around to the other, less crowded, side of the table and grabbed a cup. I looked next to me to the presence I felt and saw Professor Snape standing there guarding the bowls I was assuming. I got one cup and set it down, slowly reaching for another cup. I watched him from the corner of my eye, "Did you come with a date?" I teased walking over and standing next to him, facing the ice sculpture, looking at the way the lights on the other side reflected through it. "No." he drawled bitterly. "Ohh I see, you're gonna get some in a carriage." I laughed sarcastically winking. "You are such a tenacious, meddlesome, sardonic little girl do you know that?" he hissed, his posture remaining. "Why have you been so callous?" I said trying to keep my posture straight as well. "I don't know what you’re talking about, I've been treating you exactly like I treat all my students." he growled in his deep sultry voice, "Exactly." I said looking over at him. "Shouldn't you go find Malfoy." He said after a moment. I sighed for a moment, "Piss off." I said, smiling sarcastically walking past him. Making sure my arm gently brushed his.. I walked over to where Hermione, Ron and Ginny were, "Have you guys seen Draco?" I asked them. "No he said he was waiting for you to get your drinks." I looked around for his bright blonde hair. "Hmm ok thanks, catch you later." I said walking off in the groups of kids, dancing to the music looking for my boyfriend. Still weird calling him that for some reason. I walked out of the Grand Hall and went to the bathroom to freshen up before I met up with Draco. I was a little flustered after my encounter with Severus, although he was rather cruel, I'm only a girl.

I fixed my hair and touched up my makeup with magic. I still looked fabulous. Snape didn't even notice me in the dress though. Not that I cared anymore. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled "Ok you look great, go have fun!" I reassured myself. I walked out of the bathroom passing some girls that were gossiping or fixing their hair. I saw Ruth with Crabbe, "hey have you guys seen Draco?" I asked calmly. "Uh yeah, I think he went to the bathroom or something." Crabbe said as Ruth hugged on him. I nodded and walked towards the boys bathroom. That was a little disturbing to watch but who am I to judge. "Draco?" I said quietly, my heels clicking on the stone floors. "Hello?" I said not hearing a response. The music did echo pretty far so all I could hear was a toilet flushing and some muffled voices. I quietly walked over to the dimly lit stall I heard them coming from. "Draco is that you? are you alright?" I said as I quickly walked up to it at the very far end and pushed open the stall door. "Holy Fuck, um alright, I apologize, Im gonna, g-go." I said turning around from the scene. "Y/n It's not what you think." Draco said tapping my shoulder. I whipped around to look at him, he had a look of guilt on his face and I looked around him to the brown haired boy, he was looking down at the floor. "Ginny?" I said with an upset tone, he looked up at me with pleading eyes. "I didn't want to hurt her." I laughed, "Save it." I said waving my hand in the air. I let out a sigh pinching the bridge of my nose and swallowing the knot that tried to form in my throat. "Ok here is what's gonna happen, you two are gonna go back in there and dance. And you will pretend none of this happened, and make sure everyone has a good night, we will deal with this when everyone returns from break." I ordered looking at the two boys. They nodded their heads and walked out past me. I sighed and took deep breaths, regaining my composure and walking out of the bathroom. Everyone else had gone back to the Great hall and I walked down the hall to think for a moment. I walked to the paintings that were dancing along to the music, I smiled at them and rested my head in my hands for a moment. What was going to happen? Are we gonna break up? I had so many thoughts.

I leaned against the wall thinking about what id just walked in on replaying it in my head. I knew we were gonna keep it a secret. His father could never know. I felt a pain in my neck from leaning over and straightened up my hand rubbing my shoulder. "Ah Ms. L/n. You just look lovely." I heard a certain foolish professor call out, I looked up at him and flashed a sarcastic smile. "Hello Gilderoy." I said mocking his name. "Shouldn't you be with your little boy-toy?" he said, smiling. "And shouldn't you be in jail, Gilderoy?" I said returning the sarcastic gesture. He gave me a stern look and stepped closer to me. "You know I was gracious when letting you get away with your little spell mishap Y/n." he muttered under his breath. "Oh yeah? Well what are you going to do about it?" I said, walking towards him smiling, wand in hand. Despite the height difference, I was definitely not afraid of this man. He was an idiot, there's nothing he could do, that I couldn't predict. Now he may have been an idiot but he was still a somewhat intelligent man, in the way that he was a good manipulator, which is why so many girls would swoon for him, and his big ego. But it's not like he would actually be brave enough to fight with me. "Easy now, there are lots of little simple things you can do to repay me." He quirked, standing his ground. "Like what?" I questioned standing up straight, and tightening the grip on my wand that was at my side. "Oh lets see, chores or maybe detention, with me of course, or you could just do one thing right now." he said pausing from his rant and looking me in my eyes with a dark stare. I used my legilimency skills I learned from my beloved professor, and read his thoughts to see what he may do, yes this may have been cheating, but I was just doing what I thought Snape would do. "And what's that?" I said as I was reading his current thoughts as fast as I could, he didn't have many, but I wanted to be undetected, I didn't know how much Gilderoy knew about occlumency. He was thinking about Dumbledore, me, the Yule ball, and if he could hear any people in the halls. I kept reading them as he was thinking of what to say. He was planning his next move, trying to figure out if we could be heard from here? At this moment I took a diagonal step back a bit towards the wall, and down the hallway, ready to run if he gave me any more red flags. He was thinking about me again, how pretty I am, and how young and beautiful I looked, he liked my "Stubborn personality that makes her all the best prey." Merlin I wanted to throw up, this was absolutely disgusting. I left his mind, not wanting anymore and looked at him with a disgusted face. "You could just come with me to my room for a moment." He said smiling, raising a brow, "What? Like detention in the middle of the Yule ball?" I said scoffing at him trying to play dumb. "No- ugh," he sighed, "Come meet me in a carriage." he said in a more hushed tone. I looked at him with wide eyes. "For what? Professor." I said trying to look as confident as possible and enunciating "professor". I searched for any sounds nearby, but no one was near. "I'm not going in one of those with you." I said crossing my arms and looking at him. He looked around and stepped closer to me, backing me towards the wall. He smiled and raised his hand to my hair, brushing it from my face and looking down at me, I stared at him with a scowl, tilting my head slowly away from his hand and taking a step back down the hall. He walked closer and I continued to back up, feeling the cold stone against my back. I went to move quickly down the hall but he put his arm on the side of me preventing me from going anywhere. He raised his hand once more, I didn't break eye contact as he brushed my shoulder and twirled my hair on his finger. "I would get your hands away from me." I quipped looking into his psycho blue eyes. "Don't you want to be let off the hook for your little slip up? I mean if I tell Dumbledore, after your past mishaps, he'd have to expel you." He gloated leaning down to me. He rested his left hand on my shoulder and gently rubbed the fabric of my dress, I looked at his hand and then back to him, I searched for anyone nearby, but couldn't find a thought. At this part I started to panic a little. I felt him slowly push down on my upper chest, I resisted him but he pushed down harder, raising a brow at me. I kept fighting it sure there would be a bruise by the end of the night, I felt the pressure go up to my already aching neck, and gave into the gesture. I kneeled down, assuming this was some ploy for a good boost of his ego. He grabbed my jaw and made me look at him, "Pretty little thing, a shame you have such a big mouth." I pulled my arm around with my wand, thinking of any spells I could do, I didn't know what to do though, he hadn't done anything, and he's a teacher what if he turns it on me, and I get expelled for hexing him. I raised my wand and looked up at him, "Expelliarmus." I said with a cold tone, it shot out from my wand, but he must have been ready, "Protego!" He said blocking it quickly. I went to hit him again but he beat me to it, "Expelliarmus," he said, knocking my wand from my hand, I went to grab it from the floor, "Incarcerous!" He said quickly, my hands and ankles being binded from thick ropes that came from thin air. I kneeled there, now very terrified, too terrified to read thoughts. "What do you want?" I said looking up at him. "Oh come on Y/n I know you are a smart girl, why don't you tell me what I want?" He said, smirking. I cleared my throat, "I don't know what you want." I hissed playing along. He stepped forward more, I turned my face and leaned back to avoid my line of view going directly to his crotch. "Ah-ah-ah." He said, wiggling his finger and turning me to him. I closed my eyes and let my barrier down, leaving my thoughts open, hoping they'd be heard. "Look at me Y/n." he asserted. I opened my eyes looking up at him, his shirt was untucked from his dress pants, and his tie was loosened. I was now terrified with no hope and stayed quiet, listening for anyone or anything nearby. "You know the paintings see everything." I said looking at him and then to the paintings behind him that had stopped dancing and were staring at him. "I doubt they will snitch on me." he said, trying to not let this bother him. Just then I heard footsteps and I relaxed a little bit. As they grew near I looked over from the floor, and Draco was there walking quickly around the corner, "Y/n!" He shouted, running over to me, I looked up at Lockhart who looked frozen still standing over me, not knowing what to do, he had his wand at me and Draco had his wand pulled out on Lockhart. I looked at Draco worried. I assumed he came to find me and to talk. I saw Draco looking at something behind me, I looked at him and then looked up at Lockhart, slowly turning my gaze to the hall. From the dimly lit hall came Severus walking out, I smiled looking at him coming to help, he pulled his wand out and crept up, Lockhart was distracted by Draco, and Draco had begun saying random things to distract him. I didn't take my eyes off Snapes, he raised a finger to his lips signaling me to be quiet and I nodded gently, slight tears welling in my eyes, I blinked them back in, not wanting to mess up my makeup. Snape came up right behind Lockhart and just pushed his wand into the back of the blonde man's neck. Lockhart stiffened as he grew aware of the fourth presence. "Drop your wand, Gilderoy." Severus practically growled in his deep voice, sternly glaring his back down as he remained calm and composed, Lockhart was shaking, and slowly dropped his wand to the floor in front of me. I grabbed it and snapped it in half smiling at him. Lockhart put his hands up and Snape grabbed his collar, he looked to Draco, and then binded Lockharts wrists with a different spell then Lockhart used, this one seemed to not come off so easily. He shoved him towards Draco and Draco grabbed him. "Take him to Dumbledore." Snape ordered him, Draco nodded. "What? No! I dont wanna ruin everyone's night!" I pleaded. Severus looked at me, still on the ground, and walked over to me, he casted the binds off and held out his hands. I took them gently, and he pulled me to my feet and I smiled at him. "Thank you." I nodded. "What do you suppose we do with him?" the dark man said gesturing to the cowering man Draco had a hold of, I smiled at Draco, but then remembered what I had seen earlier and looked down and back to Severus. I looked over at Lockhart and raised my brow and my wand. "Piscifors." I said and he turned and dropped to the floor as a wee little goldfish, I summoned a cup of water and dropped him in it. "Here now I actually have to get going. I said handing the cup to Draco, who looked down in it frightened almost. "Go take that somewhere safe no one will find it til morning." Snape ordered the blonde boy. "Yes Professor, Y/n I really need to talk to you." He said turning to me in a hushed tone. "Not tonight, in the morning.'' I said walking over and dismissing him. He nodded looking down and walked off down the hall. I turned down towards the Great hall and walked past the cool air coming from the door outside, where I could see the carriages and the snowy sky. I felt a hand grab me and I turned quickly to see the tall professor standing there. "Merlin Severus, you scared the shit out of me!" I said frustrated. A lot of things just happened and I have to perform soon. "Come here." He said walking past me to the other direction. I followed him and soon realized we were going to the astronomy tower, I smiled slightly as we walked up the steps.

There we stood on the top of the tower, the crisp air blowing, looking out of the snowy landscape. "Are you alright?" he said, after a few moments of silence, turning to me as he once again took off his robes and placed them around me. I smiled and looked up at him, "Yes I'm fine." I said with a small smile, looking into his dark eyes, I shook my head for a moment "why are you so bipolar? One minute we are friends, then you hate me and now you're nice to me again? What's that all about?" I laughed looking away from him and out the tower. "You don't know everything about me you know, I have personal matters just as you, and sometimes they interject with my work." he bellowed back at me. "Now im going to ask again" he insisted, turning and facing me, me doing the same and looking up at him. "Are you," He paused looking into my eyes, searching through them for all my emotions. I did the same to him, "Are you ok y/n?" he said, his eyes softening. I looked at him and rolled my eyes back laughing, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Yeah, I'm just peachy." I said gesturing with my hands. "Y/n I am serious. Are you okay?" He said, staring me down with a comforting gaze, I looked at him and my eyes felt dry, slowly filling with tears. I tried blinking them away, but a few fell. "I don't know what i'm going to do." I said quietly sniffling and looking down. "We are gonna get Lockhart fired, I promise." Snape said looking at me. "It's not just that, Severus who knows what would have happened if Draco hadn't shown up, I mean I'm pretty sure I have bruises on my wrists and shoulder!" I snapped looking into his eyes. "I was terrified, I dont think ive ever been that scared, except maybe the night in the forest." I continued, "I mean, I can handle a lot of stuff, and I'm more than capable of defending myself, ugh he is so atrocious too. And now you!" he looked up at me stiffening in question, furrowing his brows. "Bringing me here, and being all nice and acting like you care. When just earlier, you were being as cold and mean as ever." I spat, tears lightly falling, I wiped them as they fell. "You can't just expect me to tell you everything now, Merlin you are so irritating, I mean you know so much about me and I know nothing of you, and you always whisper to Dumbledore about me. Oh yeah that's another thing-" I paused for a breath of air as I continued my tear filled rant. "I know that on the first night I was here, you told Dumbledore you don't want me in your class. So I really am just a fool for thinking you cared a smidge about me at all huh? You have always disliked me, you were just doing it to make Albus happy." I scoffed, sniffling and wiping my tears. "Y/n, of course I care about you." he said in a quiet serious tone, lightly reaching for my hand. I looked in his eyes, mine sparkling with tears, and the moon reflecting in his black ones. "Merlin Severus, i'm not an idiot, why does everyone think that I'm such a child!" I yelled, my frustrations coming out, I felt the familiar sting in my neck and grabbed it tightly as it burned, wincing slightly from the pain. "Are you injured? Let me see." Severus said moving my hand away and lightly brushing my hair off my shoulder, I looked up at him as his finger gingerly moved across my skin as he examined the area. "Is this from him?" he questioned looking to me. "I don't know, I think these are from him," I said, pulling the robes a tad exposing my cold chest, a little self conscious of the low cut of my dress, to show the marks on my chest from Lockhart pushing me down. His eyes fell to the light bruises on my chest and he looked up at me with a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner." He said looking back down at them and then back to me. I felt my heart hurt a little at his comment, "Severus you couldn't have known." I said resting a hand on his arm, he looked at my hand and I almost saw a small smile appear. "And what about your other injury?" he questioned, "This was hurting before I ran into him." he continued to look at the marks on my neck. "Does it hurt?" he said lightly pressing on it. "No." I said sucking in a breath at his touch. "Only when I'm stressed out." I said looking at him with big eyes. "I dont think youre a child." he said quietly as he pulled the robes back on and brought my hair back over my shoulder, I shivered at the gesture and looked into his eyes, getting lost in them and all the feelings. "Severus we sh-" he cut me off by placing his hand on my cheek and wiping up some mascara that smeared with his thumb. I leaned forward, and he stepped closer as well. He slid his hand slowly and gingerly down my cheek and rested it on the mark on the side of my neck. He gently pulled me in and I looked down at his lips and back to his eyes, he was looking over my face and moved some hair from my eyes, he then leaned in and placed his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him back as his other hand slid on my waist and mine snaked around his neck, we could still hear the music all the way up here, and it was magical. The kiss felt perfect, and everything clicked in me, his rough hands on my back, his soft lips placing a kiss on mine. It was everything I had imagined and I couldn't believe it was happening. I could feel his grip tighten as he deepened the kiss and I moved a hand to his chest. Snape stopped and pulled away as we caught our breath, we both looked over hearing footsteps. We quickly pushed apart and I threw him his robes. Standing straight. Soon from the stairs appeared Albus. "Whats going on here?" Oh no. "Nothing." Severus and I said at the same time. I smiled and Severus just straightened up. "Severus and I-'' Snape looked quickly at me, "Professor Snape and I were talking about my solo, he was just um," I looked over to Severus worried and he just looked at Albus, "he was yelling at me to get back in there because I was thinking of bailing because i'm nervous." I said acting as if I was afraid of Snape and stepped further from him. "Hmm okay well, you got ten minutes till show time." Dumbledore said, smiling, clasping his hands together and walking off and retreating to the Dining hall. I stood befuddled at what just happened. "Did he just like, totally buy that?" I said furrowing my brows and smiling at Snape. But he was not smiling, he had one of the most angry, and morose looks on his face I'd ever seen from this man. Which was saying something since he was so hot-headed. "Severus?" I mumbled walking up to him, "Don't call me that!" he spat quietly in his deep echoing voice. One that I usually loved to hear, but currently his tone was not very pleasing. "What's wrong?" I said in a hushed tone, cautious of his temper. Afraid he may turn me to a fish and I'll have to spend eternity with Lockhart, but he wouldn't be that cruel would he? "He did not buy it, you imbecile! He knows everything, and now I will be fired and maybe sent to Azkaban!" he snarled down at me raising his voice some more. "And you stand here making jokes." he scoffs, shaking his head. "This is not my fault," i said my voice beginning to get shaky, and the familiar lump in my throat beginning to form, "you brought me here, and you are the one that ki-kissed me," I continued as my eyes filled with tears, "and you are the one that made me fall in love with you, and Merlin I despise you for doing so and then having the nerve to be mad at me." I said tears now streaming down my face, sniffling and breathing heavily as we looked at each other, he looked angry, but now with a slight sense of guilt "Well it was a mistake." he said coldly, I let out a sarcastic laugh shaking my head. Unbelievable if this is how it was going to be then fine. I wiped my tears and smiled at him, "how's my makeup? I need to perform soon." I said regaining my composure, and acting as if I was past it already, but I was a hole inside, and he knew.

I walked ahead back down to the bathrooms to fix my makeup and then headed to the Great hall to get everything ready, I was a shaking mess, but just tried to focus on the fact it was one song and it's for Dumbledore. I walked in and stayed along the wall walking over to the punch bowl and getting a small cup to soften my dry and sore throat. I scrunched up my face when I realized the punch was spiked, I gagged and shook my head. Gross. I sighed and sang the song in my head, dumping the cup and walking up to the front where Dumbledore stood waiting. "Ah Y/n are you ready?" He said smiling, as if nothing happened ten minutes ago. I nodded smiling and he walked up to the microphone, he tapped on it and cleared his throat, "Hello students, I hope everyone is having a good evening." As he started his speech, I noticed Snape walking in and heading back to his spot by the punch bowl. "For the last hour of the night, my Godaughter has agreed to perform a solo for you all in the spirit of the holidays. Now please be kind and enjoy!" He said, smiling and clapping as I walked past him to the microphone. I stood for a moment and smiled at everyone, finding Draco and the gang in the crowd, all of them smiling at me. I turned to look at the "band" which was just instruments I could command to play any song. I had a song prepaird, but when I turned back to the crowd I met eyes with the darkest man in the room. He stood out like a sore thumb. I looked back at the band and whispered my new song to them, they were more classical and orchestrative instruments, so I thought this song would sound amazing in a more elegant minor melody. And then the lyrics, I turned to the students breathing out, these lyrics were words I needed to say but wasn't sure I'd get the chance to tell the man, we all can assume he's going to cut me off and never speak to me again. Which at the moment didn't sound too bad. After everything today I had so much anger and all this emotion wanted to be let out. If it was any other man, I knew I would be done with my original song and dancing now, unfazed. But everything was different with Snape. So this can be considered my parting with him. I took another breath, and the music began flowing from behind me, I looked down fiddling with the stand. I looked up as the music swam through the air, I gently cleared my throat as I got ready to sing.

"You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time But I never thought id live to see it break"

All the couples began to slow dance and I smiled at the lights dimming, and they had all these little lights twinkling around, with stars in the ceiling. I admired everything as I continued on. They weren't booing me yet and I took that as a good sign.

"It's getting dark and it's all too quiet and I can't trust anything now And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake ooh , i'm holding my breath Won't lose you again"

I looked forward and locked eyes with my professor.

"Something's made your eyes go cold Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Something's gone terribly wrong You're all I wanted"

I kept my gaze on him as I kept singing and he didn’t move, only looked into my eyes and soaked up my performance. Knowing it was for him.

"Cant breathe whenever you're gone Can't turn back now, Im haunted Stood there and watched you walk away From everything we had But I still mean every word I said to you He will try to take away my pain"

I looked over to Draco who had moved off to the side to watch me. He gave me a sympathetic look and small smile.

"And he just might make me smile But the whole time I'm wishing he was you instead"

I looked back at Snape with sad eyes as I continued on, all the students nuzzled with their partners, some teachers dancing and nodding along. Then there stood Severus, his dark eyes reflected the lights and I smiled looking into them. This man has caused me so much pain, yet id do anything he said. As I finished the song I watched as Snape looked into my eyes and then made his way out of the room. I smiled to end the song and everyone applauded as the music finished out and I just nodded and thanked them. It was nice to know they liked it. I walked off past Dumbledore and watched as he said a little speech and the music continued. I looked and saw Draco approaching me. "Y/n you were amazing!" he said smiling at me. I couldn't help the obvious hurt look in my eyes, but I just smiled at him, "Thanks." I nodded. "Can we please talk?" he questioned, I thought it over for a moment and nodded once more. We walked out over to the carriages and stepped into one to get some privacy and quiet. I looked at him patiently waiting for him to start. He cleared his throat awkwardly and shifted in his seat. "First I wanna ask, are you okay? From everything that's happened?" he said looking at me with soft eyes, it hurt because I could tell he was being genuine, he was still always a friend. "I'm just trying to get through tonight." I said looking out the little window, watching as the snow fell. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry, and it's complicated. I can't begin to explain what you saw." he said stammering on his own words. I also felt bad, Draco was mean and cruel to others, but I knew his family. He was sweet to me and protected me and was always honest. I knew he would never intentionally hurt me. "It's okay." I said, sighing. He looked up at me, "No its not I messed up Y/n." he said moving to sit next to me, resting his hand on mine. "Harry and I we-, well we don't know what we are, I really did hate him at first, and just I don't know I saw something in him that was kind and he had good in him that I didn't have. And it just grew from there and now here we are. I never wanted you to find out this way." he said, a tear slipping down his cheek. I breathed out trying to hold back any tears. I rubbed his hand and gave a small smile "I haven't been completely honest with you either." I said looking down. "I am in love with someone else, and I have been trying to fight the feeling, so I can be with you and move on, but it didn't work with him and it didn't work with us, and now here we are." I said ranting to him and watching his facial expressions. He looked confused at first, and then he just sat back and took everything in. "So I guess we both were hiding stuff the whole time. "I really did like you Y/n I want you to know that." He said interlocking his fingers with mine. "I liked you too Draco." I said , smiling and moving his hair around. "Can I ask who it was?" He said after a moment of silence. I thought about it for a moment, I knew all this stuff about him, so it's not like he'd tell anyone. "First, I also have to tell you, i'm not a pureblood." I said not looking at him. "What? You aren't? Why would you lie to me?" he said confused, "because I know how you are about that. And when I ran into your father, he also mentioned it and he said he wouldn't let me lie to you forever." I spilled out, he looked around in shock thinking of what to say. "Well, I have an idea." he said looking over at me, "what?" I questioned. "We should keep dating." he said with this mischievous look in his eyes. I laughed at him and he continued, "Think about it, dont tell my father you told me, and we keep dating to keep anyone off Harry and Is scent, and you can make your guy jealous!" he said smiling. I looked at him thinking, you know this wasn't that stupid of a plan. "Ok lets do it." I didn't really care to make Snape jealous after everything, but I knew I still loved him. "And it's Snape." I said as Draco was smiling about me agreeing to his idea. "What's Snape?" he asked, confused "The guy." I said sort of ashamed of how he might react. His smile slowly faded. "What?" I just nodded at him. "Yeah I know it's weird, but it's true." I said, shrugging. "No you can't like him ok? You gotta get with someone else." He said, shaking his head with a serious look, "Well I don't know if I want to get with him anymore, and if I did who are you to tell me not to?" I was offended by what he was telling me. "No it's not like that, he's just, he isn't the kind of man you think nor want him to be." he said trying to assure me. "Uh ok what does that mean?" I said furrowing my brows. "Nothing just don't ok? Lets go the ball is gonna end soon." he said quickly getting out of the carriage and holding out a hand to let me out. I took it stepping out and we walked in hand in hand and pretended everything was normal, walking over to join the rest of the group and dance for the final thirty minutes. Draco and I danced and laughed with the others, and I looked over to where Snape had been standing earlier, I guess he never came back. We spent the rest of the night having fun, the girls and I dancing and laughing, it was amazing and it helped me forget.

A/n POV: you just got to the end and it was not worth it, but don't worry this is only the beginning ALSO PLEASE DONT JUDGE MY SONG CHOICE I KNOW ITS TAY TAY BUT THE SONG LYRICS JUST FIT SO WELL.

Taglist; @lovelyhoneylemon @juliijah

#professor snape #severusnape #snape imagine #snape #severus snape #severus snape x reader #severus x reader #severus i love you #Snape slowburn #slytherin #hogwarts

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yurissweettooth · 4 years ago

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Yay For 10 Years!🎉🎉

*Psst, click the image for higher quality!*

I have zero shame in saying that this show (and all related media) has changed my whole life in so many ways! I’m also not shy about the fact that my heart belongs to Yuri (I think he's so cool!) so of course he was the obvious choice for who do draw and write a short, light hearted fic about (which you can read below the cut!)💚💙

I hope everyone has had a lot of fun on this day!

“Let’s see here… Kotetsu Kaburagi damage report… Kotetsu Kaburagi damage report… Kotetsu Kaburagi... damage report…” Yuri exhaled, massaging the bridge of his nose in exasperation as he leafed through a mountain of crinkled, coffee stained documents. It was of little to no surprise that the pile of paperwork that had been left on his desk while he was away on his lunch break could mostly be attributed to the more reckless half of Sternbild’s prized crime fighting duo. With a sigh Yuri lifted the receiver of his phone, intending to politely remind Tiger once again not to use his paperwork as a coaster. However, before he could dial the number it had begun to ring.

“Justice department, Yuri Petrov speaking.” he answered, suppressing his annoyance and replacing it with his usual polite tone.

“Good afternoon Mr. Petrov, it’s Agnes. As you might be aware, today is the ten year anniversary of the Justice Tower’s remodeling.” She explained.

“Remodeling?”

“Yes. Ten years ago today all of the walls were repainted and appliances replaced to give it a more modern look to reflect a new era of Heroes.” She stated, as if that really explained anything at all.

“That is quite lovely to hear Ms. Joubert. The paint is, uh, a very nice color.” he stated politely, not even sparing a glance at the boring grey walls that surrounded him.

“Look, you don’t have to flatter me, I couldn’t care less about the paint color either. The sponsors are complaining that the returns on their investments are decreasing so we need to drum up some interest and we need to do it fast. Anything can be a reason to celebrate if you look at it right way, right? I mean, do you have any better ideas?”

“Ms. Joubert, I’m merely a judge… I apologize, but I don’t see what this has to do with me.”

“Yes, precisely! You’re a judge, bringer of justice, upholder of the law!” she passionately proclaimed “Apollon media stands for justice, as such it’s only natural that we feature a man of true justice like yourself..”

Yuri elicits a sound of smug approval and leans back in his chair “Well, I suppose when you word it in that way I may be able to see your point.”

“Fantastic! So, of course our main heroes are our star attraction, our second league heroes are a nice side dish, but you’re probably somewhere right below that when it comes to your importance in delivering justice. ”

“Oh… is that so?” Yuri asked as his briefly amused tone fell flat at her backhanded remark. Was she trying to insult him?

“Precisely.” she said as though she believed she had just bestowed upon him the complement of the century. “I was thinking, in a way you’re kind of like a minor hero yourself so maybe we could spin it as something like a ‘Meet Sternbild’s Hidden Heroes!’ segment. Of course we’ll save all the big questions for our real heroes but maybe at some point we could get your perspective on what you think of the decor of the tower and what it’s like to be a judge.”

As he began to feel the backs of his eyes grow warm he made the quick decision to end the call there before he lost his composure. “Agnes, you always have incredible ideas and I wish you all the best with pursuing that. Thank you for the information, I'll think it over. I’ll be returning to my paperwork now but please don’t hesitate to contact me again when you are in need of further assistance.”

“Oh, you're doing paperwork? In that case, this is actually a great opportunity. Stay put and act natural, I’ll be there in just a minute with the supplies and the film crew.” Agnes made a point of hanging up quickly before he even got the chance to protest.

Just as she’d promised, Agnes and her posse were barging into his office and shoving cameras in his face before he’d even been able to sign off on the first document. She wasted no time in bounding right up to his desk, turning towards the camera.

“Would you look at that, Sternbild’s very own Judge Yuri Petrov, hard at work as usual!” She gracefully spun around and held the microphone out to him “So tell us Yuri, what are you working on currently?”

He pursed his lips, just barely masking his disapproval. He had never been one for interviews, especially not while presenting simply as Judge Petrov, so he figured it best just to blurt out a few simple answers and get it over with quickly. “Well you see, Wild Tiger has again destroyed more property in one week than a group of delinquents could in their entire lifetime." He motioned to the papers in front of him "As you can see, I have a lot of damage reports that I need to-.”

It was rather frightening how suddenly Agnes was able to snap out of her charming, professional mode. “Hey! Take your job seriously!” she shouted, slamming her hands against his desk. “You’re supposed to say ‘Heh heh, I’m sure you would love to know but that’s confidential.’ and wink at the camera or something like that.”

“You’re right, my apologies." Yuri said. He tucked a lock of his hair behind his ears, shuffled his papers, and started again. Sorry, I can’t tell you what I’m working on as doing so would violate the code outlined in article 371 B of the Sternbild judic-”

“Ugh, forget it, moving on. Ahem, soooo Mr. Petrov, why don’t you tell us a little bit about what led you to become a judge and why serving justice is so important to you.”

“Ah, well that one is simple.” he said, putting on the vaguest semblance of a friendly smile “I believe that justice is important.”

Agnes nodded her head, the microphone still pointed at him for a moment longer. That is, until the moment passed without him saying anything else. “I-is that all?”

“I’m not sure what else can really be said on the topic.” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Jeez, who hired this guy…” she muttered. “Well, can you at least tell me what you think of the new penholders?”

“Aren’t these from ten years ago?”

“Well they’re newer to you because you only started working here just within the past two years.”

“Mm, I see… but couldn’t the same have been said for the pen holders that were here before the renovation if they were still here now? Does being new to me really make them new?”

Agnes lowered the microphone and gave him a look that would make even Lunatic tremble in fear. “Alright, I had hoped we could avoid it but you’ve left me no choice but to resort to plan B.”

The words “plan B” didn’t leave the most pleasant feeling in Yuri’s gut and, for a moment, he almost considered interjecting and asking to restart the interview. However, Agnes already had her mind made up and was knocking his paperwork and carefully arranged pens aside to make room for a large box displaying the company logo. She rifled through the contents, producing a large cupcake bearing red and green candles in the shape of the number ten among other various party related items.

“Bring it in.” Agnes motioned her crew closer to get a better shot as she rounded the corner of his desk and placed a large, blue and green party hat on his head, pressing it down to try and make it sit smoothly atop his curly hair. “You like these colors, right?” she asked, as if the colors were what might be wrong with this.

“Well, yes but…” he started, but she silenced him with a simple wave of her hand.

“Alright, great. Here, put this in your mouth.” she said, shoving a party blowout, rather reminiscent of Sky High's suit, towards his lips “Try not to get any lipstick on it, we need to reuse this for next year.”

“May I ask why you are making me do this?” Yuri asked, his resolve wavering.

“I’ve decided we’re doing a magazine interview instead. I’ll write out all of your answers for you, we just need a few photos of you to accompany them. Now, pretend like you’re having fun!” she reached back into the box, grabbed a handful of confetti, and sprinkled the colored paper over his head. “Cain, go go go!” she instructed, hoping not to have to waste all of their confetti on just one shoot.

Yuri complied, albeit begrudgingly, but only because it seemed to be the only way to put an end to this save for burning the place down. He gave her the smile she requested, posed with the cake, and shuffled his papers around a few more times to make it look like he had been working.

“Alright, that’s a wrap.” Agnes said at last “This should be enough to work with." She said as she began to pick what confetti she could from Yuri’s hair and place it back into the box.

“Ms. Joubert, I must ask, will something like this really be helpful to our image?” Yuri sighs.

Agnes closes up the box and sets it on the floor beside his desk.“Well, it will be interesting, that’s for sure.” she answered vaguely, “Thanks for your time, I think I can use what I got. I saw you eyeing it so you can keep the cake as compensation, just have the other stuff back to me by this evening.” She had already turned to leave before another thought popped into her head “Oh, and Yuri?”

Yuri, rather reluctantly, looked up with a questioning look. He prayed it wasn't another weird question or dumb photo idea.

“Maybe try to be a bit more cheerful sometimes, with an attitude like that people are going to start thinking you hate heroes or something. Plus, you actually look sort of pleasant when you’re smiling and having fun, even if you're just faking.” she shrugged. “Anyway, I’ll have a copy of the issue on your desk when it comes out.” she said, waving her crew after her and closing the door behind them.

Yuri, now alone in his trashed office, exhaled a sigh of relief at her departure. “I suppose the public wouldn’t be too pleased if they thought their judge hated heroes.” he remarks to himself as his glowing fingertips make contact with the candle wicks and set them alight. Once his hand had cooled he brushed it across the surface of his desk and collected the remaining confetti, repeating Agnes’s words from their phone call earlier about how anything can be a reason to celebrate. He took the stack of papers and shoved it into the bottom drawer of his desk. In a swift movement he sat back and tossed the confetti into the air above his head in celebration of ,what he just decided, was going to be a well deserved and much needed day off. As the scraps of paper rained down on him he recalled her other words and smiled to himself.

#tiger and bunny #tiger & bunny #tigerbunny10 #yuri petrov #agnes joubert #this was a really quick stream of conscious thing so i hope its not too bad!

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minimoll7 · 4 years ago

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Talk to me about colours, Molly!

*slams open like 3 doors* Oh hell yeah I’ve got a lot to say. This might turn out more rambly tho instead of nicely written since its a special interest of mine but who knows

SO BASICALLY one day I got curious as to why purple was called both purple and violet. The big main colors usually only really have like 1 name to them (like red is just red for an example). Its usually ones like magenta that can be applied to a variety of different hues, shades, tints etc. So I googled it

As you can see here, the left is violet and the right is purple. This was basically the info I was looking for but I ended up learning a bit more than just that. I learned that both of these colors aren’t just one big group, they’re actually completely different colors! In the same sense that cyan and indigo are different colors but often grouped together as just blue

You may be wondering, “how and why are they actually different?” Well.. So you see Luigi, there’s a thing called wavelengths right? Light hits these wavelengths and its basically how we see color. I want you to look up a rainbow, a naturally forming rainbow I mean. Have you ever noticed that there’s violet but no purple? Or even pink? There has never been purple or pink in a naturally formed rainbow. Never. Why? Well its because purple and pink do not have their own wavelengths. Instead they’re combinations. Purple is a perfect combo of red and indigo wavelengths while pink is just simply more on the red side of it. But going back to purple specifically, that’s the scientific reason as to why its not the same color as violet, which many would think is just a more blue-ish purple (which I had thought as well before I learned this)

As someone who has been working with hues lately for character designs (as in making a character for every single hue lol), I’ve learned a few things. To lay some things out, I’m going to list the hue for every pure color

0 is red 30 is orange 60 is yellow 120 is green 180 is cyan 240 is indigo 270 is violet 300 is purple 330 is pink

These are each of these colors at their purest forms. Red has no pink or orange in it, that yellow has no orange or green in it, etc. If you look closely, there’s a bit of a pattern here. Most of the these colors are spaced out by 30 (easily noticeable by orange and yellow, there’s 30 hues between them). There are 3 exceptions. Green has a very large range so the difference between yellow and green are 60. This applies to green-cyan and cyan-indigo. Cyan is the only color in between green and indigo, so I think that’s why there’s a large difference. But aside from that, going from indigo to violet, there’s a 30 hue difference. Same with from violet to purple (and purple to pink, pink to red). So the fact that violet and purple follows this pattern shows their differences even more. Oh and btw that first pic in the post here? Yeah that violet is the same hue as the one in the second pic, its just a bit darker. The same applies to the purple (except the purple in the first pic is even darker)

Pure purple, especially at brighter/lighter hues, is often mistaken for pink, or a more purple-pink. I made that mistake as well for practically my whole life! But its really not the case! Even looking at the difference between indigo and violet, you can see that violet is more of its own color, separate from indigo (indigo is a deeper color than violet btw). Its a bit hard for me to figure out how to show a visual in this next thing I wanna mention, so I’ll try my best!

I’m gonna use yellow here for the example. Pure yellow is 60 right? As you go backwards in the hue, even just by 10, there’s a noticeable difference, its more orangey. Go forward instead by 10 hues, and there’s some green in it. True neutral colors don’t last for to long before there’s a noticeable difference. The same applies to indigo and violet (tho because they’re both rather deep looking colors, it can be a bit hard to see the difference at first, you might have to mess with shades and tints to see it)

On the left, I have indigo (240) and violet (270). But between them I have a hue that is 255, basically a 15 difference between both colors. At the top row its a bit hard to see but for the bottom one, the middle one has a more clear difference between both colors. I tried making another example with colors that have a more obvious visual difference, orange and yellow. I hope this is a good enough example because I kind of have a better chance at explaining this verbally as oppose through text. But the point of this example is to show off that no, violet isn’t just a “bluer purple”. Hue 255 shows a violet that has indigo in it and indigo that violet in it. I can basically do the same thing for an in between of violet and purple (and purple and pink) but at this point, I think you get the picture (I also recommend using art programs to, except for ms paint. That one doesn’t properly show the color wheel. It doesn’t even assign the right hues for the colors either)

Part of figuring out how different violet and purple are really just comes to looking at the colors on your own. Mostly because again I’m not actually as good explaining it through text as I am explaining it verbally. But I can tell you a fun fact! I remember some time ago Youtube recommended me this video of a guy, who was colorblind, playing Minecraft with special designed glasses that was helping him see colors he couldn’t. He was red-green color blind btw. It was a cute video! But after watching that, I was recommended another video from the same person where his friends was playing Minecraft with him but with a red-green colorblind mod on. I don’t fully understand colorblindness, as its not as straight forward as I thought it was (like since yellow is in between red and green, I had thought he couldn’t see yellow but he actually could! If anything green would look yellow to him). One thing that stood out to me tho was how the Nether portal and Endermen eyes would turn indigo. Just straight up indigo. Now it makes sense that he can see indigo just fine, it really does stand out as a really beautiful color in that mod. But its the fact that the Nether portal was indigo. I couldn’t figure out for the longest time as to why that was. Even more so since he could see violet stuff. But after learning about wavelengths and stuff, I figured out why. Because he couldn’t see red at all, he couldn’t see the red in the purple color, since as stated purple is red and indigo combined. If this guy was green-indigo colorblind, then that portal would be red. So I thought that was pretty neat and worth mentioning!

(oh btw its okay to reblog this post if anyone wants to ;w;)

#molly answers #goatstrick #colors #i freaking love colors man #the character thing i very briefly mentioned was actually what got me into colors #i didn't start out with the intention of making a character for every hue but now i am lol #but yeah i was like really amazed when i was learning all of this #i really just wanted to know what the visual difference was between violet and purple #i was not prepared to find out they were completely different colors that just so happened to look similar enough to be considered one color #also i hope i explained things well hh

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thots-n-prayers-2137 · 4 years ago

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OKAY TIME FOR THE MUSHROOMING AU LET’S GO AAAAAAAAA

I’ll warn everyone. Under the cut you’ll find a LOT of rambling about mushrooms. Not only the AU. Feel warned.

Also some spoilers for 2-2 I guess.

Okay so! First things first! In Poland, where I come from, people traditionally go to local forests to pick mushrooms (especially during autumn!). There are tons of species, too! Some popular edible ones include:

(Borowik szlachetny, Boletus edulis, photo by Staszek99 on Wikimedia)

(Podgrzybek zajączek, Xerocomus subtomentosus, photo by Basik07 on Wikimedia)

(Czubajka kania, Macrolepiota procera, photo by Chrumps on Wikimedia)

There are also tons of inedible and poisonous ones, like:

(Muchomor czerwony, Amanita muscaria, photo by Onderwijsgek on Wikimedia)

(Borowik szatański, Rubroboletus satanas, photo by Archenzo on Wikimedia)

(Mleczaj wełnianka, Lactarius torminosus, photo by Jerzy Opioła on Wikimedia)

There are four main rules of picking mushrooms in Poland -

1) Don’t pick mushrooms that you aren’t 100% sure that they are edible. There are a lot of similar edible and inedible fungi with lamella (I’ll explain that later) in Poland! That’s why it’s so important - it can be deadly to eat the wrong mushroom.

2) Mushrooms with tubes are generally safe to eat, except Rubroboletus satanas, but it tastes terrible anyway so you probably won’t eat it in an amount high enough to die. And let me note something. THIS RULE ONLY APPLIES TO POLAND, PLEASE CHECK YOUR LOCAL MUSHROOM SPECIES (AND LAWS) BECAUSE MUSHROOMS WITH TUBES ARE NOT ***INHERENTLY*** SAFE TO EAT, IT’S A LOCAL THING!!! But yeah, that’s how it works here. “But what are lamella and tubes?” Those are the hymenophores, baby! I can’t exactly remember what they are (something with reproduction, for sure), but it’s the bottom of the mushroom. That’s a lamella-type:

(Photo by Strobilomyces on Wikimedia)

And that’s a tubes-type:

(Photo by Jerzy Opioła on Wikimedia)

3) Always cut the mushrooms off by the bottom, rather than pull them out of the ground. This way they can regrow! The way fungi grow is really fascinating, but basically, the mushroom can regrow from that little part. Wow! Also, that means you have to bring a knife to mushroom-picking. A small one is enough.

4) Don’t destroy inedible mushrooms. They’re inedible to people, but not the animals! Plus, they’re an important part of the ecosystem, and are often really pretty. Just don’t.

Those rules are the very basics! Like, it’s things that children in grades 1-3 learn at school! More professional mushroom-pickers will probably know which mushrooms are in symbiose with what trees, where are the best spots, which mushrooms with lamella are safe and all the good stuff. I’m on the “don’t even look at mushrooms with lamella” side of things, haha.

Mushrooms are also traditionally put into baskets, while being collected:

(Photo by me!)

But I saw some people put theirs into buckets as well. This is not recommended, as plastic isn’t as breathable as wicker, however, it’s mostly people who sell mushrooms so they have to pick a lot of them. But there are even madlads with plastic bags... *shivers*

But that’s enough of an intro! Now the ACTUAL AU stuff!

(while my thoughts on mushrooms were really nicely packed, the thoughts on the AU will NOT)

okay so basically in all honesty i was mostly thinking about... kanna. i even tried to design her! i kinda left my drawings at home and theyre not even particularly well-drawn NOR do they, like, show what i *want* her to look like. some notes include:

id mostly use the color scheme from her canon outfit?

instead of the white uniform skirt, she gets a pair of magenta pants (it would be pretty impractical to wear a short skirt for mushroom-picking, and white isn’t an option because it’s easy to get that dirty in a forest)

a simple dark green jacket, with some lighter green/white accents here and there.

im thorn between giving her brown boots and more sport-y shoes... aaaaa boots are more practical but i personally usually go in sporty shoes cuz my boots have a weird love-hate relationship with my pants so yknow

since most people pick mushrooms during fall, it would probably be cold so she gets a scarf. idk *what* scarf yet but she gets one dangit (on a sidenote, i decided that i dont really want shin to have a scarf. maybe ill explain a bit later)

also she gets this sort of. cloth thing. the word in polish is “chusta” and my dictionary translates it to scarf but my understanding of scarves and chusty is telling me - not every chusta is a scarf and vice versa. the sort of thing i mean is, like, a square bandana, but not exactly? or maybe it is a bandana???? example photos:

(from owasowa.pl store!)

(from avanti24.pl!)

and the specific chusta i want for kanna is. like, white with magenta flowers? colors cuz her canon color scheme and flowers cuz her death + flowers are pretty and a popular motif for that stuff

i personally usually wear my chusta tied under the chin rather than behind my neck but i can’t find any photos like that so just. imagine??? i guess???? also unlike the models i leave some of my hair at front cuz it looks cute

remember what i said about buckets? screw that she gets a blue bucket. like from her head but a bit bigger so she can fit more mushrooms in there

and here im thorn between making her super good at picking mushrooms OR under average for her age aaaaaaaaaa can you imagine my pain

like, the super good part could maybe come from like, the newfound love for kugie? like, maybe kugie’s family is just great at mushroompicking in general and bringing her to forests for walks&mushrooming could be a fun lil thing that they would be doing aaaaaa

but the under average part could be coming from her having a difficult childhood so she could only start learning that stuff at later age, yknow?

i was also thinking about shin a bit (he lives in my head with relatively low rent, of COURSE i was thinking about him, lil miss “shin on pfp”). i want him to be a VERY, like, basic-level guy, like, “no mushrooms with lamella” “doesnt know whats in symbiose with what” sort. kinda like me, huh since his canon outfit seems to be quite good for mushroompicking actually, my only changes would be that he closes his jacket now cuz its cold AND he gets no scarf rights. i. don’t know how to articulate why i think it’s a good idea. but its partially cuz it would be hillarious for him to be freezing but pretending he ISNT. also he gets a regular basket? like, the one I showed as an example is pretty thin and atypical, im thinking really more regular wicker. id say its a typical święconka basket but i’d need to explain what a święconka is so maybe not.

i was. trying to to think about joe and sara a bit? i only got that they both have light blue softshells but in slightly different shades? and they have currently both baskets but joe tried to use a plastic bag at some point. sara is okay with species (i KNOW i kinda dragged the “no mushrooms with lamella” rule, but it’s REALLY what most people are using. it’s simple and reliable, you’re just missing out some dubious mushrooms, really), but bad at noticing them, the exact opposite of joe.

thats. all the thoughts i have im sorry i dont include any other characters i just didnt think about them and i needed to get out what i already had, heres a handful graph of amount of thought i gave to every character, made in like 1 minute in MS Paint:

so yeah. aaaaa

#your turn to die #yttd #kimi ga shine #kgs #shin tsukimi #kanna kizuchi #joe tazuna #sara chidouin #fir

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pbandjesse · 4 years ago

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Day number 3 at this new job. Again I have mixed feelings!! It wasnt bad but I was pretty uncomfortable and that made it harder. But it wasnt a bad day overall.

I didnt sleep as well last night. Waking up was a lot harder. I did wake up at 8 like I wanted but I didnt get out of bed until almost 9. And really I only got up because James made crepes and I was excited about that.

I got dressed, but just in leggings and a sweater. I would change into my overall dress later. I had my crepes and felt pretty good. I worked on some drawing. I chilled. I wandered around the apartment. I had lunch. It was a nice morning. James went for a bike ride so I was alone for a while. Did some cleaning. Need to do more. But It was a nice morning. I felt productive. I also just skated around the living room for a few minutes. But not very long. Im trying to skate at least a few minutes every day. Im getting more and more comfortable. I hope to go outside in them this weekend. Well see how the weather is.

I left for work a little after James got back. I got changed into my work shirt, that I hate, and my skirtoveralls. Felt cute.

But apparently not everyone thought so. Because when I got to work the supervisor made a comment asking if I had something I could change into. Because she felt like my dress was to short. I was really surprised. Like I have worn this to work for a long time. Never had a problem before. And I said as much. But I was embarrassed. Everyone else in the room said I was fine because I had leggings on. But I was super uncomfortable for the rest of the day. Like I felt like a spot light was on me. And even though that probably wasnt true, I just felt really bad. I honestly think that its because Im chubby. That it just looked like I had my thighs out? I dont know. The dress was only slightly shorter than my fingertips. When I got home James said he didnt think it was to short and that I was alright. But it wasnt fun feelings so self conscious all day.

But being with the actual kids was great. I was with 2nd graders today and that class was bigger with 8 kids. But they were sweet. I sat at a desk and watched them. Had to keep reminding them about focusing on class and not on me. I know I'm fascinating but you got class. Its funny though because this class understood who I was the least. It was all good.

I spent a lot of their class time drawing. I did help them with some work but mostly I just drew. I am really excited about how my drawing came out today. I figured out I can zoom in when I draw! A game changer. And Im getting better with coloring in so its not so flat! Im really excited with how it came out but now I feel like I have to go back over the other drawings. But I think thats just how its going to go. Working on those drawing muscles that I dont use all that much.

Around 3 we all went out to the lunch area to hang out. Its a weird system to me but its alright. I set up a table for drawing and for painting and the kids were so pumped!!! That was nice to see. I was very popular. And it was a lot of fun seeing what they drew. A lot for Valentines day, because they are having a door decoration contest. 3rd grade really wants me to be in their class tomorrow to help with that so Im going to see what supplies I could bring to help make stuff for that. Im thinking my poster board markers? Well see.

I was there until 545 again. Letting kids draw on my tablet. Its fun to show them how to draw digitally. It reminds me of me playing with MS paint back in the day. Its a lot of fun.

I was happy to go home though. I left there and was happy to see my James when I got here. He was making us falafel. I was bummed because he had wheat pita but then he had regular ones and I was super happy.

It was a good dinner. And then I spent the next hour retooling my drawings from yesterday. Im excited to see how this drawing comes out. I hope to have more ideas for drawings. Because I want to get better at this and it feels good to learn a new thing.

I had breadpudding and then James made us cookies. I had one, saved the rest for tomorrow. And then I took an excellent bath.

Now I am in bed. Hanging out. Waiting for my hair to dry. And soon I will sleep.

I hope tomorrow is good. Its the kids half day and Im not sure what the rest of their day looks like. So wish me luck. I dont know anything about the day! But I just gotta hope that its just a good time. Goodnight everyone. Sleep good! Be happy!

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solnishkawrites · 4 years ago

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Preptober: TTG Update 1

So it has been a hot second since my last Preptober update, which was a two-part update (read my introduction of “The Tenth Generation” here; read my introduction of “We Chose the Sea” here, and my previous update for WCtS here).

I’m having fun in my regional Discord NaNoWriMo server and making new friends, which is great. One of these friends has been encouraging me to set WCtS aside and pursue TTG for NaNo, since this new project has grabbed my attention and is now holding it hostage. I eventually pitched a poll to the server over which project I should do, and ended up with a tie.

I’m going to do TWO NaNoWriMo projects this year -- 25k words for TTG, and 25k words for WCtS. I’m mostly happy about this, because this strategy plays to my strengths (i.e. writing beginnings and the first part of the middle of the story, which is where I’m most confident and quick) but it interferes with my long-term goal of actually finishing the first draft of a novel and moving toward publication.

I think the best way to proceed is to finish NaNo with this plan, and then pick one project to develop through December. I want to have the draft finished by January, where I can print out what I have and mail it to @dieselsardine who has been kind enough to agree to act as a volunteer editor. Sometime during January, I have to go back to college (I really struggle with online classes, so autumn 2020 is my gap semester) and I don’t want to be juggling college and writing -- my time management skills are not great, to put it mildly, and I can easily see myself being either totally absorbed with my classes and neglecting my draft, or else totally absorbed with my draft and neglecting my classes. Yikes.

More immediately, however, I finished the hard part of making a world map for TTG. I used Azgaar’s Fantasy Map Generator (free browser-based generator) to generate roughly the continent shapes I wanted, then used Inkscape (free vector drawing software) to cut the images apart, make minor changes, arrange them as I liked, and then trace the overall shape I desired. I have a tablet now -- which was a gift from the aforementioned Sardine -- so rather than spending ages clicking with a mouse I could just use the pen to draw. I swear the process was 3x faster. I ended up with a Pangaea-like landmass with a few islands, which I then colored with MS Paint.

This is not the final product; biomes, landmarks, and settlements have yet to be added. I also need a scale.

I know the climate of IRL Pangaea was a MESS and experienced mega-monsoons and extreme desertification, but this is fantasy so I’m just arranging biomes with a reasonable amount of sense but not spending 10,000 hours researching how geography affects climate (which in turn determines biome). I don’t have that much time before NaNo starts. Did I spend a few hours looking at the Köppen Climate Classification System on Wikipedia? Yes. Did I spend as much time as I wanted to? No.

I’m one of those people who tend to write “journey” stories where there is a lot of travel involved, so maps are invaluable for me. Once this is complete, I can start really outlining TTG. I already have 1/4 of a general outline completed + some ideas for how the rest of the story should go, but that’s all; I haven’t even touched the chaptered outline yet. World-building is progressing, and I’m enjoying the high fantasy nature of TTG just as much as the low(er) fantasy atmosphere of WCtS.

#sol does NaNo 2020 #preptober

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rational-mastermind · 5 years ago

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King’s Cafe Ch 1

HELL YES we’re starting this year off with a shit ton of writing!!

Now fair warning to the five others in this fandom and what few read my writing for the sheer sake of it: I’m not intending on making this a serious fanfic. Trilby won’t save the day or have any sort of epic quest to save the coffee shop. Just...more like glorified head canons than anything. How they meet. What others do with their modern-day life. A few consistencies, but nothing major. No over arcing plots. Hell no real plot at all. Just slice-of-life shit. That being said, enjoy.

Chapter 1 - Introductions

On the corner, at the intersection between Bronwyn road and Kings street, sat a small cafe which was aptly named King’s Cafe. It was small and quaint and obviously trying its best. Nothing too fancy or special. A modest little coffee shop that got by on the average. It had its share of regulars and made decent enough sales to keep the employees paid.

And one employee in particular, Siobhan O’Malley, was running late.

She hurried into the store and closed the door behind her. She sighed disappointed and frustrated, knowing she’s likely to hear about her tardiness from the manager, Cabadath. But now wasn’t a time for self-pity. Now was a time for work. She came over to the door to the worker’s back room, grabbed her apron, punched in, heard the snide remark from Cabadath about being a few minutes late, and came out, ready to start her day.

First she headed to the back to check on their resident baker, John DeFoe.

John was an unusual lad. He was tall, pale as a ghost, and lanky, practically skin and bones. He had a gaunt face and hollowed eyes, but he wasn’t really as spooky as he appeared. He was actually very timid and sweet, but a hard worker as well.

He always arrived first, bright and early, to get started on the cakes and doughnuts and pastries. It would’ve been a surprise that the cafe’s management even allowed him to have so much free reign, but it was no secret that his baking was what really brought in customers. Between his sweet treats and the way his twin brother, Matthew, would ice and decorate and customize each and every cookie, it was a wonder you could call it a cafe at all and not just a bakery.

Siobhan peeked into the kitchen to check on him, the sweet warm smell of spices, yeast, and fresh brewed coffee already wafting about the air.

“Morning!” she greeted cheerfully.

John was in the middle of stirring up dough and looking at a recipe on the company’s laptop. He jumped, slightly startled, before his gaze became expressionless once more, as it normally was, and he fixed it on her. He gave a curt nod.

John was a mute. He could hear, and he often used sign-language as a means to communicate, though it was really only something Matthew understood. In all truth, it always made Siobhan uneasy and constantly in the dark of the lad’s real thoughts or intentions. She hoped the nod was meant well and she gave a thumbs-up in return, feeling momentarily stupid for doing so.

“Morning, Ms. Siobhan!” Matthew’s sweet and excited voice rang out as he came in, from the pantry behind the kitchen, carrying a large tray full of different colored icing.

Siobhan immediately started to lighten up and feel better. Matthew’s sunny disposition and youthful energy easily filled any room. A complimentary yang to John’s yin.

“Hey Matt.” Siobhan smiled back. “How we looking today?”

“Doing great! Same as always!” Matt replied easily.

“Awesome.”

Siobhan came back out to the main room and looked up at the chalkboard. She noticed Cabadath had already scribbled in specials for the day and the cake display was already polished and gleaming. She got started on brewing a few of the coffees, and, when ready, made herself a Caretaker. A personal favorite of the unusually named coffees they served.

Siobhan then went about the cafe, setting chairs to tables, setting out the old magazines no one looks at, and setting pillows up on the couches, where they belonged.

“S’cuse me, Siobhan.”

She turned and saw Theo standing behind her with a broom and dustpan. An expectant and rather bored look on his face.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry.” she stepped out of the way and Dacabe began sweeping under the couch. “When’d you come in?”

“Same time as you. I came in right behind you.”

“Oh..” Siobhan gave a weak grin. “Ah.. Sorry, I didn’t see you.”

“No one ever does.”

She rolled her eyes and walked away. Theo was always a bit of a crybaby. He was the janitor though, so not only was it easy to overlook him, it wasn’t exactly like he had the hardest job. Not in Siobhan’s opinion at least.

Siobhan came to the front and pulled away the blinds and turned around the open sign. She came back to the counter.

‘5….

‘4….

‘3….

‘2….

‘1….’

“Morning!” Claire’s voice rang out, out of breath but still perky. She hurried to the door to the back office and soon reappeared, dressed for work. “Hey! Sorry! Sorry I’m late!”

“You’re right on time, Claire.” Siobhan grinned.

Claire hurried around the counter, said good morning to the boys, and came back to the counter and began helping set things up for the morning.

“So, how’s it going?” Claire asked.

“Same old, same old.” Siobhan sighed with a patient smile.

Claire worked the counters with Siobhan. She was a sweet, short, bespectacled woman. The type who loved to collect cat figurines and make movie references. She was bubbly and kind and claims to be psychic. Some believe her, some don’t. It didn’t really matter to Siobhan either way. Working with Claire was always a delight.

They got the store ready and opened. After helping a few early morning patrons, Siobhan looked up at the clock. 9:30.

She heard the door jingle and looked over in time to see Dr. Somerset walk in.

“Morning, Somerset!” she called out with a smile.

“Morning.” he greeted with a small nod.

“You ordering anything this time?”

“Maybe in a bit.” he walked over to the same corner he always sat at, in the arm chair underneath the space poster, and pulled out his laptop from his bag.

Siobhan rolled her eyes. Somerset was nice enough, but being a psychologist, trying to get into the field, he was almost always jobless. As such, he hardly ever actually ordered coffee. Instead he sat on his laptop, scrolling through the internet, busy with job hunting.

Not 3 minutes later did the door jingle for another regular.

“Siobhan!” Prof. Abed Chahal called out, as soon as he came in. He was a good man, a history professor for the nearby university. He always came in on the weekend, carrying a suitcase.

Siobhan waved, smiling.

“Morning, Abed! What’ll it be?”

“Ah.. I’m feeling adventurous today.” Abed thought for a moment, looking at the menu. “I think I’ll have a Guide.”

“Got it. Anything else?”

“Do the boys have any pastries ready?” he glanced over at the glass display of cakes and tarts.

“They’ve already been baking. Whatcha need?”

“Mmm.. What would you recommend?”

“Hm. I think I saw Johnny put in a sheet of cookies!”

“Well that sounds perfect. I’ll have one of those when they’re finished.”

“Alright then.” Siobhan jotted down the order and rang him up.

Abed walked over to a booth to wait. He sat down his suitcase, opened it up, and began setting up the chess board he always brought with him. Siobhan chuckled and watched him set up all the pieces.

“Who are you gonna play today?” she asked.

“Not sure, yet. But I’m sure I’ll find someone. Perhaps Johnny will entertain me on his break.”

“Hm. Maybe.” though Siobhan was sure he wouldn’t.

Johnny almost always liked to keep to himself and stay in the back. Abed was likely confusing him for Matthew.

Time went by, she made the coffee, got the cookie, came out to the counter.

“Abed, you’re coffee’s ready!” she immediately turned to find Chris Quinn, just as he was about to attempt shouting and scaring her. “Morning Chris.”

“Aw- what?!” Chris’ face fell in disappointment. “Bullshit, how’d you know I was here?”

“Because you do it almost every morning.” Siobhan chuckled. “And I heard Claire take your order.”

“She’s a sharp one, Chris.” Abed was chuckling as he took his coffee.

Chris blew a raspberry and proceeded to act like he was deflating and drape himself over the counter.

“You’re no fun, Siobhan.”

“And you’re still a child.” she chuckled.

“Here’s your coffee, Chris!”, Claire nudged past Siobhan and handed him a cup. “One Arrogant Joe.”

“Hell yes. Thank you!” he grinned and quickly bounced over to the couch beside Somerset and sat down to bug him instead.

Chris Quinn was an odd one. A man who supposedly wrote for a living. He was childish, excited, exuberant, and eccentric. He would’ve looked like a psychopathic horror, with the dark bags under his wide eyes and the long black trench coat that had red splatter paint on it.

He was a type of person Claire would describe as “bright”, but not in the traditional sense of being intelligent. “Bright” as in the way a 1000 watt lightbulb would be bright. He was friendly with everyone, had a horrible caffeine and sugar addiction, and was only ever kicked out once when he made everyone uncomfortable after downing 5 lattes on a dare and began talking about talking dog heads and zombies. He was mostly harmless, but has warned most of his slight schizophrenic tendencies.

After a while, the doorbell rang once more and the last regular of this cafe’s dysfunctional family arrived; Jim Fowler.

Jim was less common compared to others, being generally busy with school himself, but often stopped by on the weekends. He was a good, sensible lad who was on good terms with the DeFoe Twins, despite being a year younger. They go to the same school and on weekends, like today, Jim sometimes hangs around the shop and studies.

“Morning, Jim. What’ll it be?”

“Morning, Ms. O’Malley. Um..” Jim looked over the menu, thinking a moment before finally snapping his fingers with an answer. “Y’know? I think I’ll have the Bridgekeeper.”

“Got it.”

“Any of John’s cakes?”

“Plenty!” Matt came around, setting up another baked good for the display. “Whatcha need?”

“What was that one..? You guys were talking about it the other day. With the caramel?”

“Ooh! Yeah, the Salty Bears! We just finished those!”

Matt quickly disappeared into the back to retrieve his dish. Siobhan chuckled and rang him up.

“Jimmy! Why don’t you sit down and play a round with me?” Abed asked, looking up from his board.

“Wish I could, Abed, but I got studies!” Jim gave an apologetic grin.

“Nonsense! It’s just one round!”

“Mm. He should really study.” Claire chimed in, closing her eyes. “Big test coming up.”

“You’re telling me..” Jim rolled his eyes. “My dad’s gonna be all over me if I don’t pass.”

He hurried to another table and sat down, sitting his backpack beside him and started pulling out his textbooks.

“Welp, everyone’s here today.” Siobhan said to Claire.

“Yup. Another day in the King’s Cafe.” Claire sighed contently.

Jim soon got his coffee and pastry, and then it was just another, slow, typical day in the cafe.

Abed managed to convince Matthew to play with him on his next break.

A few randos came in and went out.

Simone Taylor droned on in the background on a small TV mounted to the wall in the back.

Chris decided he was done bugging Somerset and struck up a conversation with Siobhan while waiting for his next cup.

“So, can I ask a serious question, Siobhan?” Chris was asking.

“But you’re never serious.” Siobhan chuckled, pouring the milk into his latte, practicing her foam art.

“No, come on. Really.”

“Okay, fine, what?”

“When are we gonna stop playing these silly games with each other?” he grinned suggestively.

Siobhan laughed. It wasn’t the first time Chris was a flirt, let alone flirted with her. But as opposed to most guys, Siobhan didn’t think it wise to have even a casual fling with a man like Chris. She shook her head.

“Chris, I still don’t know what game you’re talking about? But if you’re looking for a date Friday, the answer is still no.”

“Aw, come on!”

The door jingled and rang. Siobhan handed him his coffee.

“Just take your drink, would...ya…” Siobhan’s thought slowed as she took in the recent customer.

He was tall.

He was handsome.

He was well dressed.

He was soaked to the bone.

His long black hair clung damply to his pale face.

He took off a small gray hat, a complementary part to the three piece grey pinstripe suit he wore, and shook the excess water off.

He looked up and smiled at Siobhan, politely.

“Good afternoon.” he said in a soft, posh, baritone voice.

“Um..” Siobhan quickly shook her head and smiled readily. “Welcome to the King’s Cafe, sir. What can I get you?”

“Well let’s see um…” the man frowned, reading the menu. “I’m...afraid I don’t quite understand what some of your options are.”

“Oh! Right! Uh, the King’s Cafe has a few specials, and ergo a fun and special lingo for the customers.” Siobhan chuckled. “It’s a little silly really, but I’ll do my best to explain anything that catches your attention.”

“Well.. What’s the Guide?”

“The Guide is basically a Mead Raf.” Siobhan explained. “Espresso with a shot of honey and topped with heavy cream. Bitter, strong, but a hint of something sweet.”

“Actually that already sounds lovely. I think I’ll try that.”

“Coming right up, sir. Do you like cakes?”

“Not often...” he said, looking at his watch, frowning thoughtfully. “...Perhaps another time.”

“Alright then. I’ll get that coffee ready.”

She rung him up and he paid, but was so distracted he left to a table and sat down immediately. He was carrying a leather messenger bag and quickly sat up in a corner booth, pulling out several notebooks and a laptop. He immediately got to work on whatever and it took Siobhan an embarrassing amount of time to realize she hadn’t asked his name.

“Uh, sir? Sir?” but it was too late.

The man was already too engrossed in whatever it was he was doing to hear her. Siobhan simply sighed and looked at the cup. She shrugged and drew a trilby on it. And that was when she realized the newcomer had caught everyone’s attention. Even Somerset and the DeFoe twins were all looking over, trying to get a look at the strange man.

“...Alright, come on you guys, there’s nothing to see. He’s just another customer.” Siobhan rolled her eyes and got to work.

“He is kinda cute though.” Claire grinned, leaning over the counter to look better.

“Claire.” Siobhan said disapprovingly.

“Hell maybe he’ll wanna go out this Friday.” Chris grinned.

“Chris, you’re not even gay.” Siobhan looked at him, confused.

“So?” Chris immediately went over to introduce himself.

Siobhan internally cringed. She hated when Chris did this with other customers. The one time it was funny because a guy named Philip clocked him in the face, but aside from that, it was usually just embarrassing and frustrating.

“Hey!” Chris greeted, taking a seat opposite of the man. “So what’s your name?”

The man didn’t skip a beat, and continued to type away on his keyboard, slowing only to reach over with one hand and hold up a notebook he was looking at. One hand still typing away while he read.

Chris sat there for a moment before leaning over a little closer, looking over the notebook.

“Whatcha working on there?” he reached to move the notebook down a little.

“Your demise if you so much as touch this notebook.” was the sharp and quiet answer.

Chris immediately retreated. The man continued on, unphased.

“I’ve no time for idle chit-chat, thank you.” the man said politely. “I’ve a very important deadline.”

“Then maybe another time? ‘Nother place?”

“Here and now is plenty for me to worry about. I’ve no interest in any further plans.”

Siobhan chuckled at how utterly rejected Chris looked. Eventually she finished the order and looked over at him. She wasn’t sure at first how to address him, but figured if she had to, she’ll go over and tap him on the shoulder.

“Um.. Sir? W-with the trilby?” she leaned over the counter a little.

At that, as if by magic, the man’s head popped up from his work

“Hm? Me? Oh, yes.”

He came over and grabbed the coffee.

“Thank you very much, miss.” he smiled politely.

“Wait, what’s your-?” He already turned and retreated back to his corner.

“Maybe his name’s Trilby?” Claire suggested.

“What kind of name is that?” Siobhan scoffed.

“Hm, judging by his laptop and notebooks, it could be a pseudonym.” Somerset commented thoughtfully. “Likely an author or writer of some sort.”

“You think he’s here to stay?” Chris asked.

“Whatcha mean?” Claire asked.

“Well I mean.. Look at us.” Siobhan shrugged. “Normally we’re all here at some point or another. Sometimes with Philip or Janine.”

“Oh.. So you think maybe he’s gonna…” Claire looked back and Chris helpfully finished the sentence.

“Stick around.”

Everyone was looking at him curiously now, lost in their own thoughts and assumptions.

Siobhan watched him for a while, serious and busy hammering away at his laptop. He occasionally paused only to look over his notes once more or to sigh, rub his chin, and soon enough get back to typing. Perfectly content and oblivious to the world around him. She smiled.

“...Maybe he will.”

#Chzo Mythos #trilby somerset #siobhan o'malley #jim fowler #defoe twins #john defoe #matthew defoe #johnathon somerset #chris quinn #quinnby #trilbhan #simone taylor #abed chahal #philip harty #theodore dacabe

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miss-m-winks · 5 years ago

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Instead of a summary of my art from each month of 2019 I’ve compiled a summary of my art from every year of this decade! Finding some of that old art was incredibly difficult.

And making an exact image description of all this would be too long to write or read so I’m going to do my best to describe all this in a concise and interesting way.

2010: I was a sophomore in high school, so about 15 years old. These two drawings are in pencil and colored pencil, one of some random girl character wearing brightly colored clothes and a rainbow shawl thing (??) walking on clouds it seems. No idea what that was meant to be about. The other is a reference for my old oc, the very first one I ever had, based on myself. She looks human but with unicorn ears and a horn, plus wings and a tail. I hadn’t figured out animal legs yet either so she has perfectly normal human legs that just end in hooves.

2011: still mostly pencil, colored pencil, I don’t remember if I had a laptop yet. I would have been 16 years old at this time. I picked a self portrait here, a coloreddrawing of myself in black concert dress playing the trumpet because I got to do a solo in jazz band and I was very happy about it. The other art I picked for this year is digital but in the old ms paint program (you know before it tried to be fancy with a few more realistic tools and was only pixel art tools) I do believe I was still using the family computer for this, with a mouse. I was really creative with the tools. It’s my unicorn girl oc again, flying through the sky. I included a progress image, showing how I made it. I’m so glad I saved the steps and posted them it’s really cool to see my old art process for that.

2012: 17 years old, and I think I finally had a laptop with a good art program on it by this time but I still did mostly traditional art, lots of colored pencil work. I found this old experimental art I did that year, a colored pencil drawing of a girl sitting on a tree branch, but the background is all digital, a painting of a fantasy night sky with three moons. It actually looks kinda good, the edges of the colored pencil drawing are crisp and smooth and the digital background doesn’t look out of place. I mean the shading is a bit of a mess and I used white clouds on a black night sky which is a bit funny looking but it isn’t that bad. The other image is a colored pencil drawing that was really ambitious for me at the time. I had this cool idea to draw Death with sunset colored wings, all poetic and stuff. Why did I also draw death with blue skin and horns? I don’t know. Why is death sitting on an ambiguous brown cliff overlooking a cemetery? Well I guess I just was having trouble finding any other way to make a nice background and have death above a cemetery. I should redo this one, it’s a really good concept.

2013: my last year of high school, 18 years old. I was doing digital art a lot more often this year and expanding the diversity of my ocs. One of these images is a digital drawing of two of my first characters of color, two male black elves (black as in African-based) smoochin. My first black oc was also my first queer oc, jayvyn. A gay elf. There are a lot of issues with the way I originally conceptualized his story but even when I was thinking he was the only queer person in his town and there was homophobia towards him (I was only just dipping my toes outside the mindset I grew up in) I gave him a whole massive group of friends (a boys' lacrosse team he was on don’t ask me why lacrosse I have no idea I don’t even know much about lacrosse it was a weird choice) and those friends were extremely loyal and supportive of him, even to the point of going on dates with him just to make him happy. and again, he was the only gay character I had so I was writing a bunch of straight dudes taking their one gay friend on dates in a town full of people who were at least vaguely homophobic, I definitely had a lot of growing to do in my writing and my own mindset but I’m kinda proud of myself for doing that? I could have done so much worse with my first queer oc and my first real step into characters of color, but I made the whole story about this tight knit group of boys who were all such close loving friends. (Gee I wonder if this had anything to do with my being ace and not knowing it yet). Oh yeah, the other image is also there, that one is from a photoshop class I took. We had a three-way folding mirrors the bathroom at the time so I put on a hoodie, turned out the bathroom lights, folded the mirrors in and shoved my face into the gap and then took a photo with the flash while holding my mouth open in a silent scream. The result is this really cool series of screaming faces at different angles, which I then ran through a few filters and major contrast adjustment. Could be an edgy generic horror movie cover lol

2014: 19 years old, and I just finished a year of community college and then left on a church mission for 18 months. I probably should have used some of my first college art class drawings for this year's summary but I was using my old deviantart gallery to collect these old images so I forgot I had all that college art too. These two digital images are pretty dynamic in different ways. Dynamic lighting and dark skin, an experiment I was doing to figure out lighting better for my characters of color. That’s Jayvyn again I think, with lightning shooting out of his hand because I sure love making characters with lightning powers. The other is dynamic in the posing and I’m still incredibly happy with it, it’s a drawing of a grey centaur from behind, bucking in panic because a kitten pounced on its foot. Definitely still one of the best centaur drawings I have ever made.

2015: 20 years old, I was actually on my church mission for this entire year so finding art from that year was very very tricky. One is just a small pencil drawing on another oc, Ronan with his cool mechanical leg playing fiddle I guess? I was doing a lot of synesthesia doodles that year so there are lots of swirly lines coming off the fiddle. I was also surprised to find this really neat digital art I made of Ravio from link between worlds, I almost forgot I did find a way to make digital art on my mission (no access to my laptop, limited apps we were allowed to use, super limited access to normal computers except for emails and such, always busy doing important stuff) I discovered the drawing function in the iPad notes app and every time I had time I would use it until I figured out how to make it work for me, using only my fingers, the limited color palette options, and this marker tool that had one size and only multiplied (except when using white) this is definitely one of the best ones, but I don’t know where the rest went. I had a lot. I was stunned to find this because it really looks like I could have done it on a laptop, can’t believe I forgot I did that.

2016: 21 years old. Had to get used to a laptop again. Also I created my current main oc Morianten during my church mission so here I have the very first full body digital art of him! I’ve definitely changed his anatomy a lot since then, made him much more bird like. Kinda funny to look at this old one and see just how differently I draw him now, only three years later. I also have here a digital painting of some other members of morianten's adoptive family, his dad and little brother having a father son race in nice racing wheelchairs. I still struggle with proportions when I draw characters in wheelchairs.

2017: 22 years old, and back in college. I really had a focus on figure drawing that year, I was back in college art classes and I found posespace.com which is just full of professionally shot art model photos. I’ve got one digital figure drawing of my oc Talib, another practice in lighting on dark skin. The other image is a charcoal drawing of my oc Parva, I think I did that one in a 30 minute time frame where I was taking pictures at different points to show my process but I’ve lost the process images.

2018: 23 years old, and really getting into color depth with my digital art. I found a really old pencil drawing of a dynamic dancing scene and redid it as a digital painting with extreme colored lighting dynamics and new characters. I also got super into mermay so I’ve included one of my favorites, a rainbow trout gal and her elf girlfriend having a chat after a nice swim. I’m super proud of the colors and proportions here, and the shading is pretty great too.

And then it’s 2019! This year! I’m 24! For this one I used three images instead of two, all digital. My ocs Talib and Kouto as persephone and hades in a really quick painting I did but the colors and lighting are intense and fun. No outlines painting of Morianten with some pretty intense lightning lighting. That one took ages and I’m still not entirely pleased with the way I drew his face there but I’m proud of it. And I never actually posted this last one, it’s a new oc created exclusively for the DC superheroes au I dabbled in with @askmissbernadette, a young hero called Lion riding a skateboard in a dark city with a long coat on because that’s a fun way to replace the common superhero cape design.

Overall, it was really fun to go through my art for the entire decade and see how much it’s changed over time. And to see how much my characters have changed. Hope 2020 is a good year, hope the 20s in general are good. Here’s to another 10 years of change and progress!

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kchatjjigae · 5 years ago

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Surprising lack of images to go along with this post. Turns out, when one is shopping, one forgets to document for posterity. Don’t you worry, I’m similarly irritated with myself. That being said, we have an interesting and different day in Korea. There’s a moment when you’re getting to the end of your trip, you’ve hit your highlights and are like…what else is there to do? Don’t get me wrong, we knew there was tons of stuff left to do, even now there are things on our to-do list we kick ourselves for not getting to either due to distance, forgetfulness, or simple ignorance. So…we wing it. And end up having a really great day…including meeting future Mr. Stephanie, my very own Milk Tea Coffee Prince.

First off, let me say, you’re going to wander around these posts and say, “Why didn’t you go here, or you forgot to go there.” Undeniably true. One of the places of note that’s on a lot of people’s list and was on ours as it looks incredible was Ihwa Mural Village. Let’s just say it now, we didn’t go. We planned on it, things happened, I did more research and found out the people who live there? Turns out a good portion of them actually hate what they are known for. Hate the fact that these murals have turned where they live into a tourist attraction. To the point where some of the murals have been painted over in an attempt to stop the buzz.

It made me feel really off about going. So we right or wrong, we didn’t go. But we still got our mural on. In my research, I found another, lesser-known mural village known as Ant Villiage who put up their own murals once upon a time in an attempt to do what Ihwa is fighting against. It wasn’t as successful as they wanted it to be, and in the end, the murals have fallen into age and disrepair.

Which for SaraG and I, made it that much more of a lure.

No, for real! On our date we were going to go to the remains of an abandoned amusement park where you can wander the property, viewing the broken relics of the past. Sounds amazing. Unfortunately, it also seems like it was far away and hard to get to and by then? I hate to say it, my super adventurous spirit was weary. Yes, this remains high on the list of things I kick myself about now. Heads up whoever goes with me next. We’re going. Get over it, it’s happening.

So all these things we didn’t do, perhaps I should, I don’t know, tell you what we did do? Because it was a lot.

Remember SaraG and her pink hair? Well, fun SaraG fact? Hair color will not stay in her hair. At all. Throughout our stay, her hair turned from vibrant shocking pink to a soft pastel. It was fun to see the change. We woke up this morning, and SaraG decided she wanted to go and get a haircut and I decided it would be hilarious to watch her get a haircut in Korea. Spoiler alert? It was a lot of fun. This, of course, means we needed to find a place to get this done. Not only did we have to find a hairdresser, but we had to find one that was open, which in the morning hours of South Korea? Not as easy as one would think.

We had a plan! Coffee! (For me, SaraG doesn’t do coffee.) Breakfast! Hair! Ant Villiage! …….something else TBD!

Getting dressed in our newest finery, purchased from the streets of South Korea itself, we hit the streets after the usual, Egg, Passport, Wallet, Phone, Key check. All in place? Yes? Let’s go! We hit the streets, eyes to the second floors of buildings where the non-shopping, non-coffee shop businesses all seemed to live, looking for anything that looked like a place that might cut hair.

Towards the end of our street, before we hit the main fairway, we made the fateful decision to stop into a particular coffee shop we passed by every day on our way to…everything. One we’d never been in before (another thing I will always regret). We’ve been here for a week now. A WEEK. And we’ve only ever chosen to go to the slow coffee ahjussi up the street. Why am I so worked up over a coffee shop? Well, this was when I walked in and I found him. Future Mr. Stephanie. My Milk Tea Coffee Prince.

He worked the small shop by himself, with a helpful, awkward, and yet inviting smile. He wore a white button-up shirt with his dark hair. He was lovely. I know I said this a lot, but it was literally a fanfic or drama moment come to life. Its almost as if he had a glow filter shining above him.

We ordered our coffee and tea while I tried to take a picture without appearing creepy, knowing later I would need photographic evidence. Unfortunately, I can’t do anything without appearing creepy and awkward, so the photo was pretty much a fail. But the coffees were terrific.

Le Sigh, my beautiful coffee prince.

As much as I would have liked to have whipped out my computer and sat there to work the rest of the day, i.e., sat there writing moody fanfic with him as my lead, we had a mission and a plan. Coffees at the ready, a reluctant goodbye to Future Mr. Stephanie, and we were off.

Following the route Leila, Alix and I had taken the previous day, we walked through the quiet streets of Hongdae, on the hunt for a hair place. And then, across the street from this weird pirate boat-shaped building, we found it. Not only were they open, but they had an appointment right then! So, SaraG filed her things into a locker, I found a seat within eyeshot of my friend and the people coming at her with scissors and sat to FB chat with Thea who was very excited about the whole experience. A guy was sitting next to me, who was apparently with the guy who was getting his hair cut in the chair across from Sara’s, kept smiling at me and telling me it wouldn’t be too much longer and I could have a turn. Dude. I have curly hair. One does not trust randos with curly hair. It’s just not done. SaraG will tell you she had two ladies working on her, one who was doing the cut and another, we guessed an apprentice, who watched, periodically gently brushing the hair away from SaraG’s face with a broad brush.

Interesting. Before too much longer, she was done! Come on everyone, doesn’t this hair look great?

Not only did SaraG come out with a great new haircut, but she also managed to find us a bathroom. Winners all around.

Once we were done, we decided it was time to show her haircut off to the world, and when I mean the world, I mean Ant Villiage. But first? Some sustenance! My new favorite food in Korea turns out was tonkatsu. I was there for two weeks, I ate it three times. Although, if we’re counting, I ate triangle kimbap like 13, so maybe that’s the food winner of the trip.

We hopped a bus and rode our way to the base of the mountain before following the road up, up, up, realizing we took a wrong turn, went down, down down, took the left that took us through a building (yes, this was on the map) and then headed up, up, up again. Man! Our butts had better look fantastic after all of these stairs we’ve done.

Of course, we’d probably have to stop eating hoteok and street waffles for that to happen, so probably not. One time, as we were trudging upwards, we were lapped by a bus, which made us realize there WAS a bus service up this vertical climb to death and kicked ourselves.

BURN.

Finally, we reached a village, that was hit hard by age and poverty. There were murals on the wall, you could see where someone had once cared, some places still tried to care, but it had a tired age to it. Somehow, this is not the Korea you see in Kdrama, not even with our saddest attic cat heroines. But it’s a reality that exists everywhere, and it was good to see it. We wandered the streets, looking at the paintings. Looking at the buildings patched together with bits of other buildings. Even here we were able to find a clean public bathroom and people who smiled and nodded to us.

The bus that passed us came back as we were getting ready to leave and we considered catching it but decided no, we’d come this far, by fudge we were going to walk back down. Stephanie and SaraG are no quitters!

Walking back down to the subway, we decided to catch a train towards another shopping area that the guidebooks had mentioned. We’d decided we had so much fun the day before poking and wandering, that we wanted to give it another go. This time we were in the large buildings of the fashion district, which was actually stall upon stall, floor upon floor of clothing sellers. Or, actually, sellers of everything you could think of. Knowing we’d already purchased more than would fit into our bags, we’d been on the lookout for a new bag to take home with us. We found it here in matching overnight bags, sold to us by an old man with rows and piles of various bags. While I believe on sight, Ms. Alix dubbed it a grandma bag, I love it and use it to this day.

The number of stalls just piled high with clothing was both amazing and overwhelming. The ahjummas who ran them mostly sat in bunches, eating or chatting to one another. Some of them talking to their friends/competitors across the piles. Many of them crouched in front of tiny TVs as they watched whatever drama was on. Some stalls were neatly organized, with sizes and a small variety of neatly cared for inventory, but for the most part? It was like a clothing free for all. Think your bed on laundry day. We had a fun time wandering through digging our way through piles, some of the saleswomen engaging, trying to get us to purchase, but most of them? They pretty much ignored us, we were tourists and not really welcome. This sounds like it’s a bad deal, but it’s not. We couldn’t communicate with them. A lot of the ladies were older, and to them, yeah, we probably were nuisances who were there just to look and not buy. We watched them as they went about their own lives, and we were not part of it. It was reality.

It was also overwhelming, and after about 2 buildings, I burnt out pretty fast. Luckily SaraG was good to go too, and we headed out.

From here we were not sure as to where to go next. We walked the Cheonggyecheon stream for a short time, the sounds of the stream and the people chilling beside it a reprieve from the hustle and bustle of the buildings below. After some discussion, we decided to head back to Insadong and found our way back to the subway station. But not before a stop off at another one of the National Treasures. You know, popping by as one does. This is Heunginjimun Gate, the east gate of the Seoul City Wall. Just as impressive as it’s sister gate and it’s not at all irritated it has to share the top National Treasure spot with it. (Come on, I think these are probably worthy of their own, separate entries.)

Moving onwards, the path to Insadong was not quite as successful as other ones I’d lead us on, and we missed our stop by…a bunch and ended up coming back above ground at the Sejongno, Gwanghwamun Plaza. Which, for me, was perfect! Previously, I’d regretted that I hadn’t had a chance to see the two iconic statues up close, not through a dirty bus window. Luckily, SaraG was a trooper, and at my “Can we, please?” Was totally cool heading up there.

Interesting, as we walked up, we passed a Trump protest, or a shaming the Korean government for working with Trump protest. It was an interesting thing to experience as an American.

The statues were incredibly impressive as we looked at them in person. Your tv screen can’t really do them justice, especially with the background of modern technology, the places. It had an old meets new feel — which was fitting for this particular king.

One thing I do have to say is there was a large structure in front of the King Sejong statue, so you couldn’t really get a great straight-on shot. First, we thought it was for a certain event, but realized, nope, that shit was permanent. Hmmm… Seems like someone should have thought that stuff out in advance.

Once we got to the statue, we realized that there was actually a museum down beneath it. Sure, why not?

Underneath, we were pretty much the only ones there. We looked around, got a chance to sit on a throne replica, and learned about all the things King Sejong The Great did during his reign.

Spoiler alert? A lot! He was definitely one of those famed renaissance men, with varied skills and interests, or knew how to get the best from the skilled and interested people around him. Total Sungkyungkwan Scandal feels.

Heading back above ground, we continued our hunt for Insadong, which we knew was between the two palaces, but noting our luck finding the right palaces, this wasn’t as much of a slam dunk as you would think. We meandered the streets, dodging people who were busy about their day, just poking around….until we had the second most amazing moment of the day. (Remember our Milk Tea Coffee Prince?)

We’re wandering the streets, then suddenly looked up and, in the middle of this big city found a temple celebrating the lantern festival. It was actually a famous temple which was heavily listed on a lot of to-do lists, but here we are, whoops, there it is. It felt as if all of the temples we’d seen so far, in their various states of readiness had all been building up to this point. This quiet little nook in the big city, covered in lights. Respectful as there was a service going on, we ducked inside and took it all in. There was the main temple with a gate and a few outbuildings. A tree, it’s branches hidden by lanterns, covering it all.

It was beautiful. It was again one of those moments where it seemed like time just slowed down. A reward for our day. Amazing what a wrong subway stop, a wrong turn after a long day will get you.

After soaking in our fill, we continued on our way, even more, determined to find Insadong. And we did! We meandered the streets, finding some cute shops where, surprisingly, not only did SaraG find clothing to purchase, so did I! And on sale too!

Our stomachs told us it was time to find some food and we put our adventurer shoes on again, headed down the tiny alleyways, knowing we were doing our previous tour guide, Gloria proud, we found the more traditional section, peered into a restaurant, and jumped in. We chose a ‘set’ and some makkoli and waited. I loved the idea of a set (a pre-chosen menu) as I’d seen it in dramas several times. Ours was a small set, but you wouldn’t know it from the table full of food they placed before us.

We took turns trying everything, tiny dabs of all sorts of different foods, some we’d had before and some unfamiliar. It was a pretty great experience and, after that and much makkoli… Stephanie was a little tipsi.

Just a little.

Turns out, SaraG doesn’t love makkoli and who am I to let a bottle we paid for go to waste? The New Englander in me couldn’t let that stand.

Once we were done, we continued about our way on the streets, watching a non-Hongdae busker playing the violin. It was lovely. Tipsi Stephanie was very appreciative.

Deciding we’d had enough adventure for the day, we decided to head home. Though not before another trip to Hongdae for some chocolaty patbingsu.

Mmmmmm Tipsi Stephanie Likes.

Korean Adventure Day Thirteen: Milk Tea Coffee Prince Surprising lack of images to go along with this post. Turns out, when one is shopping, one forgets to document for posterity.

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fics-for-my-heart · 6 years ago

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Art and Drama

Summary: Everyone can see it but the two of you.

Word count: 4512

Warning: Swearing, awful writing

A/N: This kinda sicks. Half way through I had some awful writers block but I still wanted to post it. This was for the Teacher prompt/idea thing I posted (here). Hope your guys enjoy.

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“Class, don’t forget that we have the field trip to Road Art tomorrow. Please remember to bring a lunch. I’ll send reminder messages tonight. Does anyone have any questions?” You scanned the faces of the class in front of you waiting for a hand. “Alright. Well, work on your projects till class is over. We will meet out front at first bell tomorrow.”

All the Arts and Humanities teachers had decided on a field trip to a traveling art exhibit that was stopping at the local University. There would be different art pieces, instruments, and even plays. It tackled all the subjects of the arts so it was perfect.

Before you could walk away a hand went up, it was Ginger, one of the sophomores in your class . “Ms. Y/L/N. I have a question, but it’s not about the field trip.”

“What’s up?” You asked, walking over and sitting beside her while everyone else started on their projects.

She looked at Niki, another sophomore in the class before looking at you and giggling. “Have you seen Mr. Holland?”

“Ginge, I work with the man, of course I’ve seen him.” You rolled your eyes, you knew where this was going, all the girls loved him, mostly for the fact that he was cute and from England.

Mr. Tom Holland was the drama teacher. Being from the same department, the two of you saw a lot of each other, plus you both joined the staff three years ago. The two of you shared a few late nights here and there setting up different events or going over test and assessments. He alway wrote the best plays, and you always helped with the set design. He was cute, but that wasn’t something you were going to share with a group of gossiping teens.

“Is he single?” The girl snickered, her eyes wide waiting for your answer.

“I’m not sure.” That was a lie, he had expressed many times before that he was single, but again, not something they needed to know.

Ginger sighed. “Ya know, Ms. Y/LN, the two of you would be cute together.”

“Alright. That’s the end of this conversation. Get to work on your projects.” You shook your head laughing at the girls. They weren’t the first ones to say that. Some of the staff were worse. Like Addy Russell, your best friend, and choir director. The first time you and Tom had stayed late together you didn’t think you would hear the end of it.

The rest of the day was quiet. It was almost the end of the quarter so you let the kids work on their projects or other work. At the end of the day, you stood in your doorway to monitor the halls. Some students would come in and use the art class for an hour or so, or run up and ask you questions so the door was the prime spot for everything.

“Good afternoon Ms. Y/LN.” A familiar voice spoke behind you, causing your mouth to spread into a smile against your will.

“Good afternoon Mr. Holland.” You turned, facing the brown eyes man.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and a smile matching yours on his face. “How was your day?”

“Oh, ya know. Lots of paint, oil pastels, makers. Same old same old. How was your day?” You rested your head on the doorframe looking at him as he watched the kids laugh and chatter down the hall.

“Dramatic.” He laughed at his joke while you rolled your eyes. “Actually, I’m working on a new play.” His eyes locked with yours, that same brightness to them he always got when he was excited about a new project. “Want to read over it? You’re the only one I trust to work on the set and backdrop.”

Just as you smiled, a giggling group of girls walked by, Ginger in the middle very unsubtly winking at you. “I’d love too.”

“Sick. Well, I’m going to go make you a copy of it. I’ll stick it in your mailbox.” He pushed himself off the wall, walking backwards towards his door a few down from yours. “See you tomorrow Ms. Y/LN.”

“Have a good evening Mr. Holland.” You waved, watching the last of the kids empty out the hall before turning into your room.

“Alright guys, when we get there the coordinator is going to talk to us and answer some questions, then you are free to roam around the building and visit the exhibits. Anyone seen in an area they aren’t supposed to be in will receive a write up. Am I clear?”

“Yes Mrs. Russell.”

“Good. Now go line up with your teachers for roll and we will be on our way.” She hopped off the bench she was on as the kids started walking around.

After ensuring everyone from your class was present you lead them to the bus and counted them again and found a seat.

The seat beside you dipped. “Good morning Y/N.” It was Harrison, the Gym teacher and Tom’s best friend since they were in schools.

“Good morning, Haz.” He wasn’t big on having the kids call him by his last name so they all called him Mr. H. “How are you?”

“I’m swell. I’m glad you guys asked me to chaperone because Tom hasn't stopped talking about this and I really wanted to go.”

As of on cue, Tom bounced onto the bus. He instantly found the two of you but narrowed his eyes at Harrison as he made his way down the aisle. “I thought we would sit together?” His question was directed at you, his bottom lip out a bit.

Harrison draped his arm over you. “Sorry mate. I was here first.”

“You guys suck.” He whispered before making his way to the back of the bus. Moments later both your phones buzzed.

Tommy Boiii in Work Hoes: Haz u suk m8

Hazzy Boiii: slow feet loose ya seat

You: now now, are we in middle school?

Tommy Boiii: High school actually

You: l8r h8r

When the buses arrived at the Universities Art Center, you and Abby lead the group to the theater where the coordinator would be speaking. Once all the kids were seated, you scanned the rows for an empty seat only to be met with Tom standing in the back row looking right at you. He nodded his head and pointed at the seat beside him.

“I was going to yell your name if you didn’t look at me.” He laughed when you sat down.

“Oh shut it.” He opened his mouth to speak at the same time the coordinator started and you stuck a head up. “No. Really. Shh. I want to hear what he says.”

He introduced himself as Mel Robertson. He gave a short introduction on himself, and about each of the exhibits set up throughout the building. The painting and music exhibits held pieces from from different time periods and two different plays would be performed on the two stages with a chance for everyone to see them. After the short intro, he opened the floor up for questions.

“How long did it take to set this up?”

“About two years. There was a lot of rehearsals for the plays, and having to contact the right people in order to obtain permission to show the art pieces. Collecting the instruments was probably the most difficult part. But, it was well worth it because it’s been three years now and we always have amazing turn out.”

“Are any of the art pieces originals?”

“Sadly, no. It was too expensive insurance wise to be able to get originals. But, it was also safer to present copies because of the risks of damage while traveling. However, the copies we have are all professionally done and are almost indistinguishable from the originals.”

The questions rolled in for a few more minutes till Mr. Robertson looked at his watch. “Well, I believe it’s time to get started. I’ll let your teacher take it from here. If any of you have any questions feel free to ask.” He waved as he and Abby traded places.

“You guys are free to roam. All I ask is that you please be respectful and that you stay in the building. There’s a cafe in the basement if you guys want to eat, and we will make an announcement over the intercom when it's time to leave. Now, off you go, have fun.” All at once, everyone was up and making their way to the exits.

“So.” Tom started, taking a map from one of the people by the door. “Thanks. Where to first?”

You looked over his shoulder, pointing at the area for the paintings. “Obviously.”

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In all honestly, you were surprised in the best way at the variety of artists and art they had displayed. Everything from pencil sketches to textiles, from Van Gogh to Raphael. The coordinator was serious about the pieces looking authentic.

“Wow.” The moment you walked in you were drawn to a Van Gogh piece. “This is incredible.”

“This is Van Gogh, right?” Tom asked, stepping beside you and examining the piece.

You pointed at the small label at the bottom. “Yeah. It’s “The garden of the asylum at Saint-Rémy”. It’s one of my favorite pieces he did.”

“Tell me about it.”

Your eyes scanned the colors as you spoke. “He painted it in 1889 while he was receiving treatment at the asylum. He did a lot of paintings there, all centered around the grounds of the building. The colors are my favorite part.” You point at the top of the tree. “The way he captures the different shadows from the light. This attention to the colors and the amount of detail takes my breath away.”

“It is beautiful.” Tom was almost whispering and in the room full of chatty teens it was almost inaudible. He moved, brushing his elbow against your arm as he looked at another painting. “Woah. Can you tell me about this one?”

You pulled your eyes away and followed his finger to another painting that was just as amazing as the first. “Oh my. That’s a Frida Kahlo piece called “The Broken Column”. She painted it in 1944 after she had surgery on her back. The white around her is said to represent the metallic corset she had to wear, and the column that’s broken is her back.” You were silent a moment, just taking in the painting. “The way you can almost feel the pain just by looking at her eyes. It's incredible how much emotion she can have someone feeling. A lot of her art was self-portrait. Another piece she did called “The Nurse and I” depicted her as a infant being breastfed by a wet nurse. It’s a very interesting piece, I’ll have to show it to you sometime.” You glanced over at him, he was already looking at you, a smile on his face. “What?”

He blinked, shaking his head while laughing to himself. “Nothing. I just enjoy hearing about art from you.” He extended his elbow. “Tell me more.”

He escorted you through all the exhibit. There was a fuzzy feeling in your stomach as he asked you about different pieces, and it was clear that he really was interested in knowing about them. It was nice to be able to talk as much as you wanted about the difference between the brush strokes, or the way the colors were mixed a certain way to achieve the color.

Tom loved hearing you talk about the art. He loved your voice if he was being honest with himself, and he loved how excited you were when you’d talk about your favorite painting or sketch. The way your eyes would light up, and how you would squeeze his arm slightly when you would get super excited about a fact. He wanted to keep you talking about art as long as he could, so he was a bit sad when you reached the last painting.

The two of you joined Harrison and Abby lunch in the cafe, then toured around the musical instruments before heading to watch the plays. This was what Tom was excited about. He loved everything about theater.

“It’s the way you get transported into the story of a well written play. And how you can be another person if you’re performing in one.” His eyes were bright in the shadows from the lights on stage. Excitement filling him much as it had filled you earlier.

Watching his face change throughout the plays was almost as entertaining as the plays themselves. Much like when he was watching on of his own plays come to life, his face was a mixture of emotions. Brows knitted together or up in his hair. Lips either between his teeth or stretched into a smile. His foot tapped along to the beat of musical numbers while his fingers tapped across his leg. Watching him was like watching a one man play.

“What?” He asked when he glanced over at you. It was much like earlier when he was watching you.

“Nothing, I just enjoy watching you watch plays.” You shrugged, poking him with your elbow and watching a slight pink cross his cheeks.

When the second play was over. Abby’s voice filled the building announcing it was time to go. You and Tom walked together and he had his class meet beside yours, determined to sit beside you this time. But the time the busses arrived back at the school it was time for last class so everyone went their separate ways. For you, that meant a planning period so you stopped by your mailbox and headed to your room, planning to enjoy the next hour alone.

Your mail was mostly announcements and flyers for different school events, but there was something in a Manila envelope marked “-T”. When you opened it you remembered Tom had given you a copy of his script. Sitting back in your chair you started reading. It was the story of a struggling artist who was constantly being belittled by the people around him. But, he never stopped, even while being broke, he never stopped painting. You were instantly pulled into the story, so into it that you missed the sound of the bell for the end of the day. It wasn’t until someone cleared their throat at your door that you looked up.

“Alright there, love?” Tom asked, his smile widening when he noticed his scripted in your hands.

You held it up as he made his way to your desk. “Tom, this is amazing.”

“I knew you’d like it. I’m thinking of trying to get it going soon, have it be the final play of the year.”

“I’ve already got tons of ideas for backdrops. I’ll sketch some up this weekend and we can meet up Monday after school?” You face was bright, ideas buzzing around your mind of different ways to set the scenes.

“I’d love that.” He tapped his knuckles on your desk before turning on his toes. “Have a lovely weekend Y/N”

“You too, Tom!”

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When you returned to school Monday, you were almost too excited. You had spent the entire weekend designing different ideas for buildings, different paintings for the main character to do, and different odds and ends to help set the mood. Tom knew you well, he had scribbled some of his own ideas and visions in the margins which is always a nice help.

The final bell rang and you were literally bouncing around you room. You grabbed your art binder, scribbled out a quick sorry note for the door, and weaved your way through the crowd of kids to Tom’s room. He was still at his desk when you entered, shutting the door behind you. He looked up at the sound of the hall muffling, a smile taking over his face as he saw it was you, with an equally big smile.

“Well good afternoon Y/N. How are you?” He set his pen down and watched you walk to his desk.

“I’m fantastic. I finished the script and went right to work and I think you’ll like some of these ideas.” You handed him the binder, suddenly a bit nervous.

He stood, making his way to the long table in the front of the room. Slowly he opened the binder and spread out the papers. He brought his hand up to play with his bottom lip as he examined them individually, eyes scanning every detail. Brows pinched in concentration. Your heart fluttered at how beautiful he was.

“Y/N.” His voice snapped you out of your trance. “These are incredible. You always manage to get things how they were in my head.” You slowly joined him at the table, watching as he looked back at the sketches. “Seriously, these are amazing. When do you want to start working on them?” Excitement laced his voice as his bright boyish face looked at you.

“Well, this week is finals and next week is the start of break. I don’t have any plans of you want to start then?” Seeing how excited he was brought the excitement back for you too.

“You got yourself a date.”

The week blew by. Grading finished projects and submitting final grades. Between class visits with Tom to talk about a tweak here or there on a design. Before you could blink, you were walking into the empty building to start prep. The only sound in the hall was your shoes squeaking as you made your way to Tom’s room only to find he was there.

You: Where are you?

You: I swear if you forgot about our plans.

Just as you were about to call him music started from the auditorium. As if the school wasn’t already spooky, muffled music made it worse. Slowly, you made your way to the end of the hall, stepping quietly inside. Your breath caught. Tom was on stage, a rather tight tank and sweats on. He was dancing. Spinning and leaping to the rise and fall of the music. It was beautiful and hypnotic. When the music ended, he landed the final leap, chest heaving and forehead shiny with sweat.

“Bravo!” You clapped, causing him to nearly fall over.

“Shit. Oh my god you scare me.” He bent with his hands on his knees as you made your way to the stage.

Looking up at him, you smiled. “That really was amazing.”

His cheeks were flushed as he smiled. “Thanks. Now, get up here and let's get to work.”

The two of you spent the day going over the script and setting up placement for people, props, and set pieces. It was the most important first step and Tom set each scene on its own paper. Every move was planned first, then as the set pieces were introduced he would make adjustments. It was fun. You represent each character, letting Tom move you where he wanted you to go. His hands were nice, but there was work to do so you pushed the thought out of your head.

As the week went on, the two of you made your way through the script, getting a rough idea for placement. There were also lots of trips to hardware stores and local restore stores to get things to help with preparing the set. Spending so much time together was nice. Neither of you really knew just how much you liked each other.

When school started back up Tom got to work setting up auditions while you recruited students to help with set. Most work was limited to after school, but where were a few times Tom would be so excited about an idea that he would bust into your classroom to tell you. Of course, by this time everyone knew you were helping with the play more than before. Tom was coming directly to you with ideas. The two of you sat close in the cafeteria running through things.

Set building began, and so did play practice. By this time, you and Tom were with each other every day. Your feelings were growing and growing. Tom would wipe some paint off your face and your knees would go weak. He wasn’t much better, the paint on your face made you even cuter. You were both so blinded by nerves that you couldn’t see that you liked each other. But everyone else could tell.

“Ms. Y/LN.” Gingers hand was in the air, fingers wiggling. “Are you and Mr. Holland dating yet?”

“Ginger.” Your face warmed as the class giggled. “Why would you ask that?”

“Please. He clearly likes you! My brother is in his class and apparently you’re all he talks about!”

You shook your head. “I’m not discussing this. We aren’t dating.” You kept your face stern, ending the conversation, even though your insides had turned to mush.

It was true though. Tom had started mentioning you a lot more in class. Especially when a new idea would pop into his head. His first words would be “I need to tell Y/N!” And out the door he would go. The class didn’t mind, they enjoyed watching everything play out. But, with you both unknowing of the other feelings, it was making things go agonizingly slow.

“You know, you and Tom are the talk of the school.” Abby mentioned one weekend while setting up a movie. “All the kids have a ship name for you. And pretty sure I’ve heard something about a running poll on when you guys will finally kiss.”

“Oh please.” You body warmed at the thought of kissing him, but Abby didn’t need to know that.

Abby made a tisk sound while joining you on the couch. “Y/N. Come on, you’re telling me you can’t see it?”

“See what?”

“Tom likes you.”

“Bullshit.” You laughed, taking a handful of popcorn. “You’re worse than the kids.”

“I’m being serious. I happen to know from a very reliable source that it’s true. Also, I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and the way you look at him. Y/N he comes to you first with ideas, and don’t think I didn’t see you guys walking arm in arm at Road Art. He was literally beaming at you the entire time.”

“Whos this ‘reliable source’? Also, duh we are working on the play together.”

“Who do you think told me? Who, beside you, does Tom spend most of his time with?” She gave you her teacher look. Eyebrows raised and lips pursed.

“Harrison? How do I know you’re being forreal?”

She groaned. “Stop being so stubborn. Whatever. I told you what I know, what you do now is up to you.” She rolled her eyes and played the movie.

After the talk with Abby, you started to notice the little things more. Tom sat a little closer, stayed later to help you clean up. His text were more frequent and not always about the play. Without fail he was by your door between classes and at the end of everyday. You still couldn’t bring yourself to believe that it was because he liked you. No matter how many times you imagined grabbing his face and kissing him, there was still a bit of doubt.

Soon it was time for the first show. You were probably just as nervous as the kids.

“Everything looks wonderful Y/N.” Tom said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You’d been double checking everything, making sure things did what they were suppose to, and that everything was in its place. “Thanks.” You rested your head on his shoulder. You’ve been a lot of help getting this stuff done.”

“I should be thanking you. This would have all still been in my head had you not helped. This is mostly possible because of you.” He squeezed you closer, kissing the top of your head causing the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy.

All three days went off perfectly. So well in fact, there was another day added, as well as one last performance for the school. The show for the school was the best one of them all. All the kids were excited to put on a good show for their friends, and the rest of the students were excited to see finally see the play. By the end, you had tears in your eyes both from how proud you were of the kids and how sad you were that it was over.

“Guys! I have a few things to say!” Nick, the lead roll, said while waving his arms to get everyone's attention. “Firstly, this was probably my favorite play to have done, and the group of people I was able to do it with made it even better. Secondly, as a Senior, I’m so glad that I was able to have this play be my last one of my high school career. Thirdly, can Mr. Holland and Ms. Y/LN come out please?” The two of you shared a look before joining the cast on stage. “This play wouldn’t have been if it wasn’t for the two of you. You have both been such an inspiration to all of us, so we wanted to do something special for you.” Nick turned and motioned for someone backstage. Tom’s hand reached for yours and you intertwine your fingers.

“All of your classes got together and we secretly sold goodies and other things to help raise money for next years play.” Two other seniors had joined the front of the stage, a huge check in their hands. Tom’s hand squeezed yours, a huge smile was planted across both of your faces. Excitement flowed through you both as Nick took a moment before he continued. “Together, we raised $4,391.”

Your eyes grew wide and your mouth dropped. Tears were freely flowing down your face now. The fact that these kids cared enough about the plays absolutely warmed your heart. Tom wore a matching expression to yours. The auditorium was full of cheers, your body was so warm and fuzzy that you almost thought you were dreaming. Tom tugged on your hand, pulling you into a hug, and meeting your lips with his. What?

Everyone cheered even louder. Whoops and hollers and shouts of finally. But for you, everything stopped. When he pulled away, his face was full of shock

“Oh my. Oh no. I’m so sorry.” He frantically scanned your face trying to gauge your reaction. “I’ve been want omg to do that for so long. And there was just so much happening just now that I kinda lost myself. Oh man. I hope I di-” You put your finger over his mouth to silence him.

All the kids on the stage had circled around you, laughing and full of excitement that the two of you finally made a move.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Mr. Holland.”

#tom #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #teacher tom

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royal-writer · 7 years ago

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Essie - questionnaire

Just trying to get to know Essie better, ignore me! Will add more later.

1. Does s/he enjoy puzzles?

Not particularly. Even given nothing to do, Essie would probably prefer much anything else.

2. Does s/he enjoy education?

I don’t even know if she had a real education. I’m sure she learned more on her own means. I think she’s pretty neutral on learning. It helps better you but she doesn’t see it as fun but neither does she see it as terrible.

3. What is his/her sexual orientation?

Pansexual Panromantic.

4. Is s/he right-handed, left-handed, or ambidextrous?

Right-handed but ambidextrous casting spells cuz, well, ya almost gotta be..

5. Is s/he fashionable?

Essie don’t give a fuck. She wears what she likes, or wears what is suitable to the weather, or wears shit just to piss people off. So probably not.

6. What is their favorite food(s)?

Okay, here goes: smoked salmon on a bed of greens, herb roast pheasant, venison steak cooked rare to med-rare with roasted potatoes, garlic clam soup, mushroom and leek stew, berry tarts with mint, stuffed trout, pickled duck eggs, sharp cheeses, sunflower seeds, almonds, honeycakes, and she has a preference for drinking spiced ale, orchid wines, and elven made wines that are sweeter and aromatic. I can also see her having a taste for tea, particularly with honey, and sweet or spiced ciders. Maybe some hard spirits in a group atmosphere.

7. Has s/he ever broken a bone?

Nope, not yet at least.

8. Any interests or hobbies?

She enjoys magic, even using it to make kids happy. She enjoys dancing, secretly. Gambling maybe, uh... going on adventures obviously. Will add more if I think of it; she’s lived a life of survival so she probably doesn’t hide many hobbies.

9. Does s/he consider themself organized?

lmao no and she knows that. Ms. Throw-It-All-In-The-Bag.

10. How does s/he handle feeling nauseous?

No food, only liquids. Try laying down. If it doesn’t stop after a while, try walking around slowly in hopes to agitate self enough to just hurl.

11. What is his/her full name?

Essätha Medüza - the last name is a kick on Medusa from mythology.

12. Introvert or extrovert?

She’s a wanna-be-extro. Doesn’t trust others well, but has a desire to fit in and hang with others. At the moment she’s honestly more intro by nature though.

13. Can s/he cook?

Probably okay. Still prone to burning food from time to time lol whoops. But for the most part it’ll be edible, probably just not super tasty.

14. Did s/he have any friends growing up?

Yes! I plan on doing art for some of ‘em eventually.

15. How does s/he react to storms? Being caught in the storm?

Essie likes a good rainfall. Probably doesn’t mind being caught in them, even ‘bad’ storms, so long as it isn’t snow. Too damn cold.

16. Does s/he collect anything?

Nope. Maybe scars. //bricked// Nah because of her lifestyle, she’s not one to gather trinkets or stuff. Necessities and useful stuff only really.

17. Is s/he religious?

lol nope. Doesn’t care for gods or religion or any of that junk.

18. What inspires him/her?

I don’t know... uh, music for dancing. Sunsets and sunrises. The idea that life can get better. Transformation/growing.

19. Do they have a role model?

Maybe her mom, despite not knowing her. Eventually I’m sure she’ll see some of her fellow team members in this way.

20. What’s their favorite joke?

Probably secretly snake puns. Examples: “let me give you a hiss”, “viper that smirk off your face”, “I’ll snake some puns in there”, etc.

21. How would your character describe his/her friends? Lover? Parents?

dnd group companions to be determined.

Opal: (kind stranger) Orange furry cat woman. Seems to follow her own moral code of good which is pure and generous. Pretty kind.

Kraw: (teacher) Bird man of tans, reds, and dark browns/blacks. Grumpy but has a good heart. May try eating you if you’re an animal or can turn into an animal but otherwise nice. Drinker but a sad drinker when he does.

Solace: (ally/best friend) Outgoing, bubbly, considerate reddish-pink tiefling with obsidian eyes and violet blue-toned hair. She’s a rebel but is caring despite her dicey past. Essie considers her a better person than herself.

Phoenix: (aquitaine) Lady crazypants. Charcoal skin with scar-like markings that glow like lava flow when she’s using her powers. Fiery colored eyes and hair. Very much gives a masculine vibe. Will kill you with no regrets. Something’s wrong with her but she is willing to work with others for her own gain which is relatable.

Bretella: (frienemy) Considered a trustworthy ally. Green skinned redhead with golden eyes. Tends to weary flashy or seductive clothing. Will bail you out of a situation but patronize you later. High self-esteem.

Miz'ri: (enemy) A lost friend. Light grey skin, white hair, pale lilac eyes. Essie wishes that the millions of things that went wrong between them hadn’t. She hopes there’s still godo to be found in Miz’ri. A sad, broken soul.

Hepsiba: (mother) Truly the most beautiful person in existence. Warm, loving, considerate, gentle, sweet, gorgeous. Hepsiba is gone now, but her memory is still a vibrant light of warmth. Essie probably looks to the stars and likes to think her mom is up there, staring down at her. Mom was an auburn-skinned beauty with brown eyes.

Tyfiell: (father) Never met him. Mom spoke well of him, but Essie doesn’t think well of someone who ditched her mom. Said to be a dark-skinned Yuan-Ti Pureblood with dark eyes and a wicked smile. Rogue class.

22. How would s/he describe themself?

LOL nothing good unfortunately... She thinks she’s physically ugly due to how she was treated by others when she was young. She doesn’t find redeemable qualities in herself too much, either. Resident snake lady would probably say “I don’t got time for this” if asked. “I’m a scaly Yuan-Ti woman, hi.”

23. What is his/her birthday? Star sign? Do they fit it?

April 12, which would make their zodiac the Aries. It sounds semi fitting, as they’re labeled as ‘courageous, confident, short-tempered, and impulsive’ but like anything else, there’s some manners that aren’t perfectly fitting (optimistic, aggressive, etc).

24. How good is s/he at mending clothes?

She doesn’t know the Mending ability lol! Kidding aside, I don’t believe it’s her hobby or anything. I mean, if you look at some of her clothes, they’ve got tears and threads pulled free. Probably not.

25. How does s/he react to someone spilling something on them?

Depends on the atmosphere? 90% of the time she’ll realize it’s an accident, jump when it happens, and then request the server or whomever fetch something to help clean up the mess- not impolitely just with some urgency in her tone. She’d probably only have a .1% chance going off an the server because hey, shit happens, but if she’s in a bad mood already she may snap at anyone around she’s unhappy with at the moment.

26. How does s/he react to being approached by law enforcement?

‘Oh shit time to run they’re probably after me’ is her thought processing.

27. Do they paint/draw?

Nah, not really her cup of tea.

28. Does s/he prefer any musical instruments?

Essie can’t play, but she probably enjoys winds and strings for daily life, but the occasionally ‘sick beat’ of a big band of instruments to dance to would be A+.

29. If they had a tumblr, what would their account name be?

venomspikedwine

30. How good are they at keeping an eye on their money? Do they also splurge frequently?

Admittedly, Essatha enjoys hoarding funds. As someone who grew up with little, she’s a bit of a hoarder and is very unlikely to misplace even a copper piece. If she splurges, she’s likely drunk or enjoying a ‘luxury’ she didn’t have much as a child (ex: tarts), or items useful for survival, combat, friends, etc.

31. 3-5 random pieces of trivia about them that doesn’t come up often?

Essie loves music; especially pieces with a soft melody. She grew a garden once. Lastly she has had no real schooling; she’s mostly self-taught or listened in on others or hired other’s to teach her. This might be one of the reasons why she’s a bit of a slow reader.

32. Does s/he prefer dawn or dusk?

She feels more ‘lively’ during dawn but enjoys dusk for the twilight glow, the stars, etc. So both with maybe a slight preference for dusk.

33. Have them describe themself in 3 words!

(no, Essie, you can’t use ‘snake lady’ for 2 words, use adjectives).

confident, misunderstood, bull-headed

34. How would s/he react to someone confessing they have a crush on them?

All the blushing. So much blushing. Open-mouthed like ‘uhh??’ If she doesn’t return the feelings, she’ll probably be really embarrassed. Stuttering as she tries the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’. Unless it’s not someone she’s close with, in which case, she’d use their ‘crush’ to her advantage. If it’s someone she has a crush on as well, she’ll blush and look away. Be shy. You’d probably need to convince her to speak or look at you again cuz she’d be like ‘?! they like me? me???’

35. What is his/her favorite scent?

Desserts, rain, the outdoors (especially earthy scents).

36. If they had a Pokemon team, what PKMN would they have?

With ‘starter’: Serperior, Weavile, Houndoom, Phantump, Dragalge, Togetic.

Without ‘starter’: same team, replace Serperior with Kangaskhan.

37. Can s/he sing? act?

She can’t sing well but that won’t stop her when she has the urge. Obviously she can act, or she wouldn’t play people so well lol.

38. Can s/he swim?

Yep!

39. Does s/he drink? Do drugs? Smoke?

Yes she drinks, no she doesn’t do drugs (unless medicines in the d&d count? I don’t know what sort of drugs they have), no she doesn’t smoke.

40. Are they good with children?

Yeah actually! She wants kids to have a happy youth, unlike what she had, so she’s willing to do things to entertain and help kiddos. If a kid cons her, she’d try to even hunt them down purely to see if there’s any way she could help them.

41. What sort of atmosphere does s/he give off?

Depends. Either antisocial or exceptional flirt depending on what’s going on to the average person.

42. Do they believe in any form of afterlife?

Yeah, she thinks there’s an afterlife. What it entails, she doesn’t dare imagine.

43. What’s the first thing s/he does in the morning after waking?

Roll outta bed/sleeping bag and get dressed, think about getting something to drink asap.

44. Who would be his/her voice actor/ress?

Morrigan from Dragon Age, voiced by Claudia Black. Dragon Age: Inquisition seems the best bet, as Morrigan’s voice seems more controlled and less bubbly than Origins. Perhaps Origins though when she’s interacting with Sul?

45. How would you describe his/her aesthetic?

Clothing wise: revealing/sexy. Personal taste: nature, stars, anything that’s just lulling, tranquil, natural to the world...

46. How would s/he react to supernatural/paranormal phenomenons?

Willing to fight a ghost. Probably be spooked at first, but after the first encounter with these sort of creations, she’d probably be okay. Just that first time... “woah let’s punch this ghost” half damage “holy shit you can punch a ghost? Cool. Also magic time becuz wow that didn’t do shit”.

47. How would s/he confess their love to others?

Judging by conversations with Heather, she’d be hecka frustrated. What are feelings. I don’t know what this is. Why do I care about you so much please explain this to me? And once she figures out that it’s love she’s feeling... that explains the confusion, the butterflies in her stomach, the awkward shyness even she couldn’t explain when she reacted to them being nice but... I must now blush... and hide my face...

48. How do they react to being bored?

Time to unbored herself by doing something. Hunting, pestering others, flirting, gambling, anything but sitting there jiggin her leg if she can help it. Restlessness doesn’t fit her.

49. Have they ever been stung by a bee?

Yush.

50. If they had to pick a Disney Princess/Prince, which do they like? Which do they feel most alike? Which do they aspire to be most like?

Essie would probably really like Tiana for her go-getter attitude. She probably feels most like Rapunzel, locked away from the world and badly treated by her ‘caretaker(s)’ (the city she grew up in) but now she’s free and adventuring and seeking her own trues and fulfilling her curiosities. Who she’d probably most aspire to be I guess would be Moana (not qualified as a Disney princess yet, but admirable all the same. Moana went on an adventure, conquered it, found herself, defeated the big bad, etc) or Merida (they share like-characteristics, and Merida didn’t need a man to complete her, though family/friends it reveals are important).

21 Q’s for d&d Chars and OCS, taken from here

1. What influenced or inspired the creation of this character?

First d&d campaign. Kept getting stuck between a handful of races. Finally got down to 4, then 3, then 2. Had to wait and see if Ammy would approve Yuan-Ti Purebloods. Got approved. Suddenly whAM - inspiration. Didn’t want a flat typical ‘evil’ Yuan-Ti. Her background was helpfully inspired by the one I picked- Urchin. I just continued adding tragedy because I’m an asshole.

2. What is your character’s relationship with their family? Family is a word which here refers to biological relatives, close companions, and/or the individual(s) who raised them.

Essie’s only known family was her mother. She was very close with her, sadly, her mom passed when she was young, probably 3-4ish. She never knew her dad. Her relationship with chosen family is positive. Details on ‘chosen’ family will be thought up further later, as I’m confident she’ll come to consider her traveling companions like family.

3. Who is the closest person to them?

Her mum (deceased), and eventually probably Sul and the group. I feel she’ll particularly enjoy Cackle and Adela but we’ll see~

4. What were the conditions surrounding their formative years?

Harsh livin of survival all her life yo. Fighting for food, stealing to get by, learning how to use and deceive people to get things she needed and then eventually, things she wanted.

5. What creature would they like to have as a pet?

Snakes and doggos.

6. Do they have any bad habits?

Does stealing count? Lmao uh, other than that, maybe gambling a bit..

7. Is there anyone they’d die for? Kill for?

Old friends, later their dnd group obviously.

8. Who was their first love?

I’m gonna be cheesy here and say Sulhadur. Mostly because she never really knew what love was anymore until him. Whoops feels-

9. How would this character react to someone confessing their love for them?

^ See up there, I know I answered a question like this already.

10. How old is this character?

Twenty.

11. Are they normally peaceful or aggressive?

Peaceful probably- just leave her be and let her do what she gonna do.

12. How does this character handle stress?

Probably get frustrated. Pull on hair, get loud, vent and rant.

13. Does your character consider themselves lucky?

Hahahahaah- no.

14. What is their favorite holiday?

I... Honestly don’t know? If we’re going by holidays present now, probably Halloween or smth low-key based around family. As for d&d holidays, of those I found, she’d probably prefer Trolltide (a variation on Halloween), and either Feast of the Moon or Feast of the Ancestors.

15. What is the best gift they could receive?

Mom’s love. //bricked// Mom’s ring??? That seems about all at the moment...

16. If they could instantly kill one person in the world without consequence, who would it be?

Probably everyone in their childhood city whoops- or at least someone there that caused her tremendous pain.

17. If they were in possession of a trio of wishes, what would their three wishes be?

Mom to come back to life (probably rejected), happiness (rejected), money (rejected), new clothes, new items to help with spells, idk something to help the dnd group as a whole then.

18. What is their favorite spell or method of attack?

Unknown at the moment. I’ll probably say her Magic Missiles and Acid Splash.

19. What are their guilty pleasures?

Give her desserts!

20. What is something this character is or could be addicted to?

Happiness? Desserts. Yes happiness and desserts sounds about right.

21. Have you actually played this character yet?

Just started! :D

25 Q’s for your d&d Chars and OCs, taken from here

1. What is this character’s alignment?

Chaotic Neutral

2. What is a notable quote from this character? Alternatively, what is their favorite quote?

No notable quotes yet, just started playing her. Favorite quote would probably be something like ‘only the strong survive’ or ‘a sheep in wolves clothing’.

3. Summarize your character’s backstory with no more than three sentences.

Small innocent snake-child is born to a snake-lady whom has no spouse. She’s raised by her loving mother until she passes away of illness. The remainder of her life has been an uphill battle for survival and equality.

4. Describe your character using a song title.

Snake Charmer. //bricked// oR What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger.

5. Are there any story arcs you would like this character to explore?

ALL

6. What would your character like (or have liked) to do with their life?

They’d like to find happiness. They’d have liked to have a better childhood filled with joy and happiness too, and a healthy mom, and to better herself.

7. Who is your character’s best friend?

Solace technically from her old group. We’ll see what happens in her new group!

8. Who is your character’s worst enemy?

Miz’ri from her old group thus far~

9. Who has, for better or worse, had the most impact on your character’s life?

Thus far, her mother and the people of her childhood city.

10. What is the most badass thing this character has done?

Nothing really yet? Other than survive. Maybe persuaded Lord Hardon- I mean Amon- to chill his nuts.

11. What crime is this character most likely to be convicted of?

Thievery obviously lmao. And being too cute.

12. What meme would you use to describe the character?

Hello Darkness My Old Friend, But That’s None Of My Business, Fuck That Shit I’m Out.

13. Does this character swear frequently?

Probs!

14.What is this character’s relationship with religion or the church?

Fuck that shit I’m out, no thanks!

15. Would this character ever make a deal with a devil or dark spirit?

Under the right circumstances, maybe. But doubtful cuz she ain’t that stupid. Usually. Probably. Unless dire circumstances.

16. Emotion or Logic?

Logic. What are emotion. Plz explain.

17. Soup or Salad?

Soup and stews!

18. What is the character’s favorite Pokémon?

Phantump :’I

19. What Pokémon Go team would they be on?

Team Valor.

20. Is your character currently in love? Is there anyone in love with your character?

No-yes. Eventually.

21. Do you ship your character with any other characters? (This includes characters from other universes and canons)

Sul and her are meant to be okay.....

22. How would this character seduce a lover?

OH GOD well- apparently with flirty, charm, good looks, lots of hip swaying, smooth talking, etc (and her high Persuasion stat) works in her favor. Sul it- it would just come naturally. Essie’s shy with him it’s precious. It’s because she loves him tho.

23. If your character could play any part in a drama, stage production, or musical, what part would they play?

Behind the scenes, probably something like a makeup artist. In a piece, she’d probably be an actress, and a more low-key role because plz don’t spotlight me the arts aren’t my thing...

24. What is your character’s favorite album?

WIP WIP WIP ?? No albums in d&d realm so??? questionable.

25. What does this character mean to you?

I love her she’s my new daughter duh.

#Essie rw

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broadwaybydesign · 7 years ago

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I Got Rhythm: Costuming “An American In Paris,” Part I

Hello, dear readers, and welcome back to Broadway by Design! After taking a look at some unorthodox costumes in my Tanz der Vampire/Le Bal des Vampires, I’m shifting gears back towards traditional Broadway, this time with a still-Parisian twist. By request from an Anon (and with encouragement from my dear friend @annbradleys ), I’m moving up my review of Bob Crowley’s couture-inspired designs from An American in Paris, and I can’t wait to get started!

For those not familiar with this production, it takes its lead from the 1951 movie of the same name. Stunningly for an Oscar-winning production in this era, the costumes for the movie were not Edith Head, but were a team effort by Orry-Kelly, Walter Plunkett, and Irene Sharaff. For the stage production, Bob Crowley definitely took some inspiration from the original movie, but moved in a new direction that was inspired by the high fashion (couture) of post-war France, which means his costumes are elegant, simple, and visually appealing. Let’s dive in, this time with images courtesy of Vanity Fair, which spent quite a bit of time promoting the production:

I’m starting with a group shot for a reason: it gives us an idea of where the costumes start before we begin to look at some of the more unique designs that were given to individual actors and ensemble members. The production is set in post-war Paris, so it makes sense that (especially on the female members of the cast) the costumes are somewhat demure. The style on the women’s dresses are similar, but with an air of refinement in each of them. I like how, despite similar fabrics and patterns, the cut on the green and red-orange dresses on the righthand side are quite different, with the latter sporting a doubled look and the one on the right looking a bit more timeless and classical. The dress in the center and on the left both share that timelessness, but in shades of color that are simply ravishing. I’m not as much of an expert on male costuming, but the mens’ suits are visually appealing and fit the era (late 1940s) extremely well. It’s difficult to get a suit wrong but believe it or not, I have seen it done.

The same Vanity Fair coverage gave us insight into Bob Crowley’s design processes for well, especially for the more elaborate costumes. Below, I’ve included a couple of his design sketches so I can comment a little on that process before proceeding to look at some of the more visually appealing dresses that appear in this production:

(Caption: Galeries Lafayette - Customers/Ladies who lunch)

(Caption: Milo Davenport | Ritz | Chaldet AAIP Ballet, with side notation indicating there is a fur wrap)

Color sketches are how a costume designer first lays out his or her vision for the wardrobe department. A designer, while intimately involved in every aspect of producing a costume, is not a single force and works with an extensive team in the costume shop of the theatre. This includes any number of tailors and seamstresses who will do the actual work of assembling the outfits to the people who add jewel or beadwork, all to the designer’s exacting specifications. But these sketches, often done in pencil and watercolor for intensity of color, are where it all begins. Notice how not every detail is outlined at this early stage; even if these are what the public envisions when they think of designer sketches, they aren’t the finished product. This, however, is how the work gets started and it can take an enormous amount of back-and-forth consultation between the costume designer, the costume shop, the set designer (can’t have color clashes or competition for the audience’s attention!), and even the actor or actress who will wear the finished product. The idea is to give a rough expectation of the finished product while allowing the flexibility to make changes for later. It’s the same process used by fashion designers making regular clothing or runway dresses, but with a different set of people consulted at each step.

Bob Crowley’s designs, as the sketches show, reflect a classic look, something a bit more sophisticated than many of the dresses I have reviewed recently. That’s intentional given the time setting of An American in Paris; as I noted in my reviews of War Paint, the post-war era is where couture really started to come into its own. The designs reflect that while making sense in the context of the musical. There’s a tremendous use of color in the sketches, and that later gets transformed into some beautiful costume designs for the Milo character in particular. With thanks to BroadwayBox, I want to look at a few outfits Milo wears in particular:

I started with this outfit for Milo (as played ably by Jill Paice) because, lo and behold, it matches one of Bob Crowley’s design sketches above! What was once simply pencil and watercolor has now become a far more complex and complete costume from head to toe. We can see that he kept the same red for the dress as in the sketch, as well as the bow-like adornment that lies on the character’s waist. The coat has changed dramatically (remember what I said about sketches changing often?) and is now a black-and-red checked pattern rather than white-and-red, which I think makes it seem much more dramatic. The fabrics are rich and hang well, and there is simple accenting in the form of black suede gloves (according to Ms Paice herself), wide-brimmed hat that accentuates her blonde hair, and a relatively simple gold chain. It’s a visually impressive piece, and I love the way it just looks classical!

Second, we have this green, silky number that goes down to Ms Paice’s ankle. For the most part, it’s a simple dress with a traditional off-the-shoulder look that would have fit in at any swanky 1940s cocktail party (and indeed this costume makes an appearance in a scene set in the Ritz Hotel in Paris), especially on the figure of a wealthy woman like Milo. The lines are very classic and the fabric just looks so rich; having worked mostly in college productions, I can only dream of working with something this fine. But there is an additional element that I absolutely love about this one: the extra flare of silk on the left portion of the bust (viewer’s left, wearer’s right). It takes this dress from simply something that could appear in a Macy’s or Neiman Marcus window and elevates it to couture, a custom fashion made specifically for the wearer.

And one more thing about this dress: it flows, oh does it flow:

It floats outward and immediately comes back into place without looking wrinkled or shabby, and that is the sign of some truly quality work in any production, let alone one by Bob Crowley.

Next, we have an amazing skirtsuit that really shouts out for some analysis. A black A-line skirt is complemented and popped by the leopard-print blouse that imbues the character with two things: a sense of power and a sense of fun. During my review of Christine Ebersole’s wardrobe, I talked about the idea of power suits, and this definitely falls into that category. The cut of the dress (an A-Line) coupled with the color make clear that this is a serious person with serious business and ideas, while the blouse makes it clear that lurking underneath (literally!) there is a fun and vivacious character to be found. With very simple jewelry, the simple nature of the dress is allowed to carry the day, with the blouse itself acting as the accessory. Very clever mixture of techniques that I like!

This gown made its appearance in the Broadway debut of An American in Paris, appearing in the Bal des Beaux-Arts scene where everyone (or almost everyone) is enjoying a masquerade ball. For those who are fans of Phantom of the Opera, the concept of a masquerade ball is not alien; everyone wears their fanciest, most memorable couture and everyone carries or wears a simple mask that is adorned with beads, jewels, and/or feathers in order to conceal their identity.

Milo’s masquerade gown harkens back to the red-and-black checked coat at least in color scheme, and that’s something that I like--but the similarities end there. The skirt is ruffled with layers of what seems to be chiffon, while the black covering is a much smoother, more satiny fabric. Jill Paice said it was her favorite gown of the Broadway production because of the way it allowed her to move and breathe; because the dress is puffed out and because the black is fit to her figure, there’s no need for a corset or other structure underneath. That’s why it looks a little bit smoother in some regards on her upper body.

This dress appears at the beginning of Act II and is another entry in the couture-inspired designs. There’s some classic French and Hollywood glamor on display here, from the bodice that has an almost sensual black lace to the way the dress hangs elegantly without flowing too much; it’s definitely the kind of dress you expect to be seen in, rather than, say, go dancing intensely. While it’s not apparent in this shot, you can just see the hints of a large bow fixed at the back of the dress, a mark of custom design that once again reinforces that we are dealing with a character of means. The accessories are once again relatively simple; Milo Davenport is a character whose wealth and elegance speak for themselves. She doesn’t need fancy jewelry, though the necklace adorning her neck is a beautiful gold number that matches the tones of the dress well.

The last outfit of Milo’s I’ll cover is this number from the finale of Act II. Here, I must confess, I am not as avid a fan of Bob Crowley’s design as I am for some of the other pieces. I like the way the large floral adornment acts as a bridge between the patterned skirt and the un-patterned top of the dress, but the pattern itself strikes me as dated--even in the context of a 1940s-set musical. To be clear, I don’t object to floral patterns in general; indeed, I think Paloma Young did a beautiful job with them in Bandstand. But this one falls a little flat to me. Compared to the other costumes prepared for the character of Milo, this one just feels a bit more low-market. I freely admit that this may be a matter of personal taste, and I won’t criticize the work that went into it, but it just feels like it would have been better with either a different, more subtle pattern, or even as a black dress with some kind of accessories. One positive I will give it, however, is that it does hang well on Ms Paice and the fur stole/wrap really does do it justice.

And here’s the biggest reason I’m not as huge a fan: this dress started out as the dress on the far right of the Milo sketches that I posted earlier. There, it had a subtle pink skirt with the rose adornment. It was sleek and classical without being overly dramatic, and it avoided the somewhat dull pattern work that the final number had. But remember what I said: sketches are just the starting point. Clearly, someone (perhaps Mr Crowley himself!) decided that the final number needed to have Milo in a patterned skirt. It was a judgment call, and while I didn’t love it, I am sure there are many fans of the musical who did.

Overall, I really am in love with the classic, clean, couture look of the musical’s costuming, especially the majority of the dresses prepared for the Milo character. Bob Crowley is a master of the costuming arts and created some truly elegant and beautiful designs, even if I didn’t always agree with his choices. What makes them work is not only that they fit the era of the musical, but that they fit the personality of the character and the actress portraying her as well. On the whole, I can’t really find much to do but celebrate the way this turned out.

Next, I’ll take a look at some of the other costumes in this utterly lavish production, including those of the leading lady in An American in Paris. Bob Crowley put so much work into this musical that it’s only fair to give his costumes the full attention that they deserve.

Stay tuned!

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Girl’s Gang + 1

Schuyler girl gang AU cause it’s amazing. Okay Okay OKay, so imagine Aaron Burr has a run in with the girls (as in what happened in Schuyler sisters) and is basically their assistant. Also gets to ride with Peggy on her motorcycle.

Aaron was still a bit new transferring mid-way through sophomore year. Conveniently at the same time as Alexander Hamilton who was bugging him about being a transfer. These three girls sat in the back of his science class and two paired up and him and the tallest were paired together. She was extremely attractive and he started flirting, not a good idea. He thought it was innocent enough till she grabbed your collar bringing you close to her face saying,

“Some guys say I’m intense or I’m insane, and you don’t want to mess with me in either state.” Her voice was low and similar to a growl.

“I-I’m-”

“Shut it!”

“Angie,” the one in blue pulled her aside trying to calm her down and make her not resort to rearranging his face.

The one in yellow chewing gum stopped for a minute staring at you. A smirk tugging on her lips. She pulled the two over and whispered something to them. The blue one whisper ‘No’ quite loudly, enough for you to hear. But ended up laughing.

The one in yellow started talking,“Well I came up with a great idea to show you what messing with-”

“But I wasn’t-”

“Ah- I know but don’t ruin my fun.”

Aaron sighed,”okay what do I have to do?”

“Just stay with us all week. It’s Tuesday now just survive till Friday. Also pack a bag sleepover everyday till the end of the week.”

Jesus christ.

“You up for it?” The blue girl with a lovely voice spoke up.

“Course.”

Never liked backing down from a challenge. And the challenge began.

Class was the only exception since they all valued education, and Aaron didn’t want to miss English, or History. But the girls were actual in a few of Aaron’s classes. Eliza in Spanish and Literature, Peggy was in Literature as well, and Angelica was in History, AP Geometry, and Art. Also Eliza occasionally stopped by the debate club, she really liked Alexander Hamilton, but used Aaron as an excuse to stop by.

Lunch.

Aaron got his tray walking towards Thomas and James when Angelica pulled him towards a table near the wall with the other sisters. Everyone’s eyes were on him. This was their table. You had grown accustomed to where to and not sit but not why.

“Did you forget?” Eliza asked.

“Maybe.” He said sheepishly.

Peggy rolled her eyes and Angelica laughed. Aaron were eating his sandwich while Peggy asked him about acai which she was obsessed with and they were all getting after school. Aaron noticed Eliza making googly eyes at Alex. Aaron rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t you say something.” Catching the girls attention.

“What?” Eliza said.

They all looked slightly confused. He tilted his head in Alex’s direction trying not to make it obvious he was talking about Alex. Eliza got red, the reddest Aaron had ever seen someone get.

“N-No NO NO!” She was shoving her hands in her face yelling.

They all were laughing grabbing some attention to the new quad hanging out together.

“He’s onto ‘ya ‘Liza.” Pegs winked at her.

“I’ve been on her this whole time.”

“Well if it’s that obvious then why doesn’t he notice me?” Eliza’s mood dropped.

“Well I’d tell you he’s not worth it but he totally likes you.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah!” Aaron responded picking up Eliza’s mood.

The rest of the day Eliza was overall happier. Skip to Art, Angelica and my last class. Angelica was painting the sunflowers were were supposed to be painting, when the teacher came over.

“Ms. Schuyler that not how I demonstrated painting the flowers.” The teacher said.

“Why of course, must’ve slipped my mind.” She said through gritted teeth.

She immediately went back to the way she had previously.

“Jeez isn’t art supposed to express yourself freely.”

“I know! Seriously!”

We complained about her the whole period till the end of the day. Eliza was late and Peggy was grabbing a drink from the vending machine. She’s usually not late. So casual chit chat was resorted too. Till Eliza grabbed me by behind pulling me down since she was quite small. She kissed my head and hugged me some more.

“He asked me out! Aaron!” Thank you thank you thank you!” She screamed.

“What did I do?”

“He admitted afterward that you told him to ask me out soon or someone else would and seeing you with me made him ask me out! AHHHH!”

“Jeez girl, you got some vocal cords.”

She blushed and we walked and heard about Alex. First sleepover was in their den. Their parents weren’t home for this and next month they were traveling Europe. If they knew they were having a boy over their father would flip. So they set up four sleeping bags each of the girls’ matched “their” color, and mine was black. I let them pick out a movie. ‘The Notebook’. Eliza was freaking out, Angelica was amused but blushing and completely over the fact Eliza picked this out.

“He’s so hot...”Eliza was drooling.

“Ehh...”Angelica wasn’t impressed, she had very high standards.

“What about Alex?” I whispered to Peggy who only replied with.

“Boy craze.”

I made a gagging motion, which was promptly followed by a pillow to the head.

“But I’ll admit he is kinda hot.”

The three girls gawked.

“You're gay?”

“W-Well I dunno maybe. But I can tell if a guy is hot or not.”

Peggy nodded, gay herself could understand this with girls. Eliza was probably planning to set me up and Angelica was just plain smirking.

“’Liza you owe me by the way.”

“Fucking hell!”

1-100 with this girl. After we all start a Disney movie and talk about our feelings and talk about guys and my gayness that I finally admitted. We talked about Thomas and James being super gay and the awkwardness, Alex, again, and plain gossip. The rest of week was actually really fun.

“Okay I’m gonna regret this.” I whispered holding onto Peggy.

“Oh! You will!” Eliza yelled.

She and Angelica were snapchatting everything and were going to run after us. Peggy started the engine, twisted the grips, and pushed off. For a second it was fine till she stepped on the gas.

“AHHHHHH!” I was screaming.

“Shut Up AAROn!!!” Peggy was screaming.

I could barely hear the girls laughing between me screaming, the engine, and Peggy screaming.

By the time we got to school, people were staring. You usually don't see a badass little sister of the smartest and bubbliest older sisters in school, hopping off her bike. She hopped off with ease pulling off her helmet looking hot and all the boys were practically drooling, and Mariah. They both liked each other and knew it. But then I pulled off my helmet and puked on the cement, which made everyone come to. Peggy had to help bring me to the girls restroom where the girls met us. I was lying on the ground and Peggy was eating vending machine candy.

“I regret it.”

“Told ya.” Betsy said tossing me some more candy.

“Hey ladies. Betsy we said we’d try eating healthy here’s a salad.” I greeted sliding the salad towards.

She groaned pushing the chocolate bar towards her sisters but I snatched it up and ate the rest.

“Hey! Not fair.” She screeched.

We talked till Angie said,”It’d your last day.”

“Hmm...?”

“To be forced to hang out with us.”

“oh. Tired of me already?” I tried playing a positive spin on things.

“Well it’s not like we can’t still be friends?” She said hopefully.

“Whatever you love me.”

“As much as you love your boyfriends over there.” Tapping an M and J.

Angelica and I decided to learn mores code to cheat on tests so we now can secretly communicate.

“Why are they looking.”I asked.

“No, walking over here.”

Thomas sat down while James stood next to him.

“Hey, guys?” I tried making small talk.

“Where have you been Aaron?” Thomas asked.

“You’ve barely even said a word to us. It’s also not the same without you. Thomas is also cranky and Hamilton is teasing him ‘bout it.” James said mostly me.

“Aww you missed me Tommy.”

Thomas gawked, and Eliza awwed.

“No. But we did miss you.”

“Okay I get the message cranky-pants, I’ll be back to hanging out on Monday, unless you miss me so much you want to hang out on the weekend.”

“No actually we scheduled to have Aaron this weekend.” Angie cut in sending a look my way.

“You’ve had him all week Schuyler!” James yelled.

Lunch became Angie and Peggy arguing with Thomas and James, while you and Eliza ate you’re crappy salad neither of you liked.

#this was cute #ugh no one writes for aaron and the schuylers #aaron burr #schuylers #angelica schuyler #eliza schuyler #peggy schuyler #and peggy #modern AU #james madison #thomas jefferson #hamilton #musical #hamilton musical

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