#not very watercolour friendly

[bmpmp3]

I must hem and haw over the volume levels in the mix for the next few weeks even though its basically done SO in the meantime have this doodle:

original song Mesmerizer by 32ki (major warning for flashing for the music video), UST by アトリ科ヒワ属のゲン!

[sleepingdeath-light]

willing s/o hcs ; yandere!wally

requested by ; anonymous (09/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; wally darling

outline ; “Yandere hcs of Wally darling with willing reader? 👉👈 gn reader preferred!”

warning(s) ; yandere character, references to kidnapping, references to drugging, violent thoughts, dark content, some fluff (very small amount at the end), reader willingly enters the relationship but isn’t aware of wally’s darker side at the time

it took wally a long time to realise why he was so dang protective of you — an embarrassingly long time now when he looks back on it

from the moment you moved into the neighbourhood he’d found himself being inexplicably drawn to you

your laugh, your smile, your eyes

he’d spend hours in home, trying desperately to recreate them — the way your eyes seem to glimmer in the sunlight, the way your lips curve perfectly when you bite back a smile, the crinkle of your eyes and the curve of your neck when you start laughing so hard you tear up

sketches, oil on canvas, watercolour, coal, chalk — but none of them worked

nothing could compare to the real thing and it drove him mad — because he didn’t know why he was so drawn to you and he didn’t know why he felt so possessive, but knowing that he couldn’t even have a recreation of you was like a knife in the wound

he’d end each night completely dishevelled: neck tie discarded, face covered in paint, shirt undone and stained, hair undone and hanging loosely over his face - knotted and messed with all of his stressing and frustration

but he never gave up, splitting his waking hours between time with you and time spent with his inferior recreations of you — his obsession growing and festering with every failure, with every second spent in your company, with every second spent awake at all

before long he found himself swallowing down insults and anger like bile whenever he saw another one of his neighbours with you — they were his friends, he’d rationalise, he shouldn’t be thinking like this of them

but still, he couldn’t help it

every time you laughed at one of barnaby’s jokes or jokingly shoved frank’s shoulder or caught eddie before he fell or tackled julie in a tight hug — he found himself fighting off a desire to do something he wasn’t made to

he wanted to scream to cry to frown but he literally couldn’t

he was trapped in a friendly smile that did little to express the unearned anguish hatred that threatened to spill over into violence every time he left home

wally had always been so happy and content as himself before you, but now he couldn’t help but wish himself to be in anyone else’s shoes

he’d happily abandon all things wally to feel your arms wrapped around him or to hear your sweet, angelic voice calling out to him with humour and praise or concern

get rid of everything he loved because he loved nothing more than you

and that was when he realised the depth of his feelings for you

that he wasn’t just being protective over a new friend, a new neighbour, that he was in love with you

and that almost made it worse

because now he had to wrestle with the concept of rejection and ruining all of the friendships he’d built during his time in the neighbourhood

he didn’t want to hurt anyone, of course not, but he was tempted to more times than he dared count

and every passing day brought him closer to giving in to his temptations and just outright kidnapping you

maybe howdy would have some stuff in stock that he could slip into your food the next time you stopped by… surely he had sleeping pills at the very least

and you already loved home — and they adores you just as much — so maybe you’d be fine with just not leaving

you’d adjust after the first few months at least — of that much he was certain

and just as he’d started to talk himself around to going through with it — just as he’d purchased all of the stuff he’d need for his plan, separately of course to not raise howdy’s suspicion — he was startled by a knock at his door

there you were, the picture of perfection that had been haunting him even in the very depths of his dreams since the moment he’d laid eyes on you, stood inches away — close enough to touch, but he didn’t — looking flustered and shy as he’d never seen before

your proposition came out uncertain and filled with backtracking and pensive apprehension as your words shook out of your trembling lips, thick with a fear of rejection

you, his muse, his darling-to-be, were asking him out on a date and you were afraid he’d reject you?

the angel he’d spent so long trying to recreate, the obsession he’d spent months trying to transfer from dangerous thoughts to palpable art

it was infeasible to him, so he spent a good while just staring at you, unable to think let alone speak

which terrified you and led to even more frenzied backtracking until he was finally able to get ahold of himself and stutter out an ‘of course’ that sounded far more confident and calm than he felt

(feeling thankful for the first time in his life for the way he was frozen in the picture of polite enjoyment — a smile he couldn’t shake nor that could stretch enough to portray his overwhelming joy)

and the two of you arranged to go on a picnic the next day, each promising to bring what you had (you, the cloth and a pair of nets; him, the food)

it would be picturesque, idyll, even

a cloudless sky with a sun that wasn’t imposing nor was it too cold (suit weather but not worth layering)

a checkered picnic blanket adorned with one of those old wicker baskets and a dozen containers of food and drink like you’d see in all of those camping adverts howdy had delivered from out of town

wide brimmed sun hats and flowers in bloom every which way, an endless floral ocean dotted with specks of blue and red and yellow that were as abundant as stars in the sky

and, of course, plenty of beautifully decorated butterflies to catch — nature’s own paintings that, though gorgeous, didn’t hold a candle to you in his mind

and that night, for the first time ever, when wally set up a canvas and tried to paint you

he could

he captured the curve of your smile and the arch of the neck

perfectly shaded the depth of your eyes and the scrunching of your nose as you grinned at him from within this snapshot

a celebration was in order, but perhaps that could wait until after your date — maybe he could combine the two somehow, he was sure you wouldn’t mind

and whilst those possessive thoughts still swirled in his head, he no longer felt as inclined to act upon them — he didn’t need to force something that was already underway

you were already his, had been for a while, and there was no need for him to worry after all

(though he did opt to keep those items he’d purchased, just in case)

he knew there was something special about you

you really were the absolute most

and he knew that your relationship would be the most beautiful thing the neighbourhood had ever seen — finally he’d get to feel the brunt of your affection, hear your laugh and be party to your fretting and concern

some dreams really do come true…

[alicenpai]

art summary through the years! i saw this going around and i wanted to play too, i always love doing these summaries.. template 🌹

my art became "i discovered the joy of drawing drapery and fabric in 2021 and never looked back" HAHA

looking at the early stuff, sometimes i really miss stylizing and drawing cartoons!! 2015 was the first year i started drawing cartoony stuff, pre-2015 was purely anime style. an updated art summary from 2010+ for me would be fun.

going back to the 1st sentence, stylizing just doesn't give me what i want from art anymore, it doesn't satisfy my art hunger haha (dungeon meshi joke.. iykyk). although it's still fun to experiment once in a while (e.g. merch). even if my current personal art is not very animation industry friendly or "hireable", i think i have a stronger notion of my "artistic" voice now more than before. (again, at least for personal art)

2020-2022 were rough years during the pandemic... i wanted to stop drawing so many times. i always say this, but during that time i went back and touched base with things i used to love as a teen, such as old anime (fma, pandora hearts, etc) that inspired me to pick up a pencil in the first place, and it helped to revitalize my love for art. and then i discovered drawing and studying fabric and i could never go back! i think my art is now more inspired by fine art history than cartoons hence the more realistic drapery...

one reason why i always change up my art style or technique every 2 ish years is that i kinda get bored of the same brushes easily... ive worried that using the same brushes gets boring and stale to people, but i think my art values are more or less consistent with how it was 3 years ago. i cycle through a set of like, 3 different brush sets (watercolour, pastel/lineless, and regular shading) depending on the mood of the drawing. different drawings call for different techniques you know?? and i think it's okay to use different tools for each drawing, art isn't meant to all be the same.

[phantasma-studio]

Our Phantom of the Opera Tarot deck in the making...

Currently creating: Phantom of the Opera Tarot deck, with our first card: The King of Wands!

The Phantom has a special place in our hearts, our workshop is named after the story and for many years the books, movies and musicals have been a great love of ours. That will never cease.

For a great number of years we have been producing artwork based on the beautiful story and it made complete sense for us to pick this up again. And in a rather special form; the creation of a Phantom of the Opera Tarot deck, later we will also add a Phantom Oracle deck. For us the mystical feeling of a Tarot deck is perfect for this story. We would like to point out that we feel Tarot is not so much for telling the future, but a beautiful tool to look at situations from a different angle and a kind adviser. It can be used as a beautiful way of helping yourself. Our game will be more friendly than harsh.  

We are taking into consideration the book by  Gaston Leroux, but also the by ‘phans’  really appreciated novel by Susan Kay, “Phantom” a prequel about Erik’s life. A number of films, among which the 1925 Phantom of the Opera film with Lon Chaney and last but certainly not least; the famous musical by Andrew Lloyd Webber.

We conducted several studies in the world of Tarot (after being interested for many years) to be able to make a game full of symbolism so it will be a joy to work with for experienced tarot readers. But we are also thinking of beginners; there will a clear booklet with explanation and easy little methods to enjoy tarot. If you are a collector of everything Phantom and don’t feel like anything Tarot, the cards themselves are little pieces of art that you are sure to enjoy.

We hope to release this game this year (2024), but keep in mind it is 78 cards with some  bonus cards, a beautiful box, a booklet and extra’s. Since we are putting our very heart and soul into this, most watercolours take a week, two weeks or sometimes more. We will post here regularly where we are. As soon as it is possible to pre-order we will post that too. Keep an eye on our website , we are still in the process of building and we will also open a webshop in the near future, see link below :)

For those interested, we have several updates a week on our  Facebook & Instagram accounts, see links below :)

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET FOURTEEN - ROUND ONE - MATCH EIGHT

"Kuoleman puutarha (The Garden of Death)" (1896 - Hugo Simberg) / "Haavoittunut enkeli (Wounded Angel)" (1903 - Hugo Simberg)

KUOLEMAN PUUTARHA (THE GARDEN OF DEATH): Death, but make it involve creation and life. Death, but make it golden and friendly. Memento mori, and that's okay, that's just another part of it all. (@ryttu3k)

HAAVOITTUNUT ENKELI (WOUNDED ANGEL): It's my favourite painting of all time. Something about an angel, a divine being, being injured for whatever reason makes my heart break. But the fact that she's actively being helped by humans does soften the blow a little. Even if our human world is so cruel that it's able to hurt an angel, there are also kind people who are willing to help heal. The painting makes me feel very melancholic but tender and sentimental. (@windynebula)

("Kuoleman puutarha (The Garden of Death)" is a watercolour and gouache painting by Finnish painter Hugo Simberg. It only measures 16 cm × 17 cm (6.3 in × 6.7 in), and is held by the Ateneum. A second version was painted as a fresco in Tampere Cathedral.

"Haavoittunut enkeli (Wounded Angel)" is an oil on canvas piece by Hugo Simberg. It measures 127 cm × 154 cm (50 in × 61 in) and is held by the Ateneum. The landscape is recognizably Eläintarha Park in Helsinki, with Töölönlahti Bay in the background, and in Simberg's time it would've been recognizable that the angel was being carried to the Blind Girls' School and the Home for Cripples. It is considered one of the most recognizable Finnish paintings ever created.)

[fauxriot]

011. drywall | (download now)

"Drywall" is a soft-romantic watercolour aesthetic Google Docs template for Writing/Roleplay use, with an emphasis on imagery and using quote/lyrics, but with adequate writing space. It includes a Navigation menu and a space on each page for a quote or lyric. This template has very detailed instructions included to help customize it fully.

INCLUDED This is a single-character template with 6 Large (8.5"x13") Landscape-Format pages. It includes a Navigation menu in the bottom right. There is a total of 18 replaceable images.

Splash Page for a quote/lyric.

Backstory/History.

Personality/Traits.

Aesthetic/Appearance.

Connections.

Extra.

IMPORTANT • When you gain access to the doc, use “File > Make a Copy” • Do NOT remove the credit/links on the pages. • Make sure to lock the permissions in the copy you've made (instructions included). • It's very important that this document be locked after you gain access to it, otherwise the Navigation menu will not work and the watercolour images are vulnerable to being altered/moved. • Intermediate knowledge of how to edit Drawings in Google Docs is recommended, but the instructions should be very user-friendly.

ETC . . . • Feel free to contact me if you have questions or need help! • I sometimes stream the creation process of these templates on Twitch and would love if you dropped by! • Find more info in my pinned post or about page! • I would love to continue putting out quality, free templates for the community, so if you enjoy what I make, please consider dropping by my Ko-Fi.

[sanjismuskyarmpits]

I would like 2 hear ur susie analysis plz

Susie is a highly organized, highly intelligent businesswoman, engineer and mad scientist. She is also a very affable and silly young adult, and has no shame about it - she openly adores sweets and cute things and decks out her carefully engineered WMDs with bright colours and pretty patterns. There’s even adorable watercolour-style official art of her mundane day-to-day life — fussing over a board meaning, exercising on a treadmill*, singing karaoke, trying on hair accessories (with her helmet on?). She ate a rock that one time.

She’s also the villain of the story; or at least most of it. And she’s a damn good one, too!

Susie doesn’t see herself or her actions as evil or cruel, and it shows; she’s cheery and well-mannered even when she’s trying to blast you to little pink bubblegum bits. She speaks with an air of dismissal and condescension toward inferior ‘natives’ like Kirby and openly dehumanizes MK as somewhere along the lines of a product or object, but it’s so… casual. The contents of her dialogue may be utterly horrific, but her tone is nearly always friendly. Customer Service Voice-esque.

She genuinely believes she is doing these people - well, whether she truly sees them as people at all or not is oft called into question, but I digress - a favour. She dehumanizes other species as ignorant and inferior, like children who don’t know any better and need the guidance of an external force to live up to their full potential. In her eyes, these native ‘primitives’ need her help; to take advantage of their home planet’s lush resources, to be shed their “lazy” lifestyle and put themselves to work, to adhere to her standards of how good, proper folk had ought to conduct themselves - like machines.

When Star Dream absorbs her father’s consciousness, in the original Japanese and PAL localization, she stops calling Kirby by twee little nicknames and finally addresses them by their name. (In the former, it’s name AND title: ‘Kirby of the Stars’). Kirby defeats her in combat time and time again, and ARGUABLY maybe even earns her respect, a little bit. The eleventh hour strikes and she’s forced to rely on the kindness of someone who she’s up to this point belittled as a lesser being, because now they’re in the same boat and she’s on the receiving end of being treated as an obstacle to be disposed of, too. And it’s GREAT.

I don’t even have a proper conclusion to this whole thang I just like Susie so much.

*She has legs, they’re just invisible. Fun fact. Her feetsteps

[eyesaremosaics]

When Dora Maar died on 16 July 1997 at the age of 89, few people seemed to notice. It took the French newspaper Le Monde – in her home country – 10 days to publish anything. And when journalists did cotton on, they didn’t seem to think Maar was the story. The New York Times called her “a muse of Picasso” and the “principal model for many of his so-called weeping women portraits in the late 30s and early 40s”. The Independent, while admitting that Maar had been an artist in her own right, suggested that she would nonetheless be “remembered as the most poignant of Pablo Picasso’s mistresses”.

Forget that she’d also been a major surrealist photographer, one of the few women in that circle, and that she was still painting into her 80s. For critics, she was Picasso’s Weeping Woman – the eternally spurned mistress and muse. Maar herself bitterly resented being regarded as a sort of art-world Miss Havisham, the subject of someone else’s picture. “All [Picasso’s] portraits of me are lies,” she once said. “Not one is Dora Maar.”

Not before time, the Weeping Woman is having the last laugh. After a spell at the Pompidou in Paris, a major retrospective is heading to London’s Tate Modern then Los Angeles. The largest exhibition of its kind yet staged, it features nearly 300 objects: photographs, photomontages, advertising mock-ups, self-portraits, watercolours, oil landscapes and still lives. Few of these objects have been exhibited before, and certainly not on this scale. The sense is of a curtain being pulled back. Forget those Picasso portraits: here is how Dora Maar actually wanted to be seen.

Born Henriette Théodora Markovitch in Paris in 1907, to a French mother who owned a fashion boutique and a father who was a Croatian architect, her upbringing was multicultural. The family relocated to Buenos Aires when she was three, and she spent her childhood shuttling between Europe and South America, taking her first photographs on the sea journeys between. She trained as a painter in Paris, but found herself drawn to photography in the 1920s, becoming friendly with Henri Cartier-Bresson and Brassaï.

“She was very ambitious,” says her biographer, Victoria Combalia. “She wasn’t sure which direction she was going in, but she had such energy.”

In 1936 she met Picasso, and seems to have decided that the painter, nearly 30 years older, was her next project. The story of the encounter that turned them into lovers has been much mythologised. Legend has it that Maar sat in the famous literary watering hole, the Cafe les Deux Magots, playing a game where she stabbed a knife between her fingers to excite Picasso’s attention.

Whatever the truth, Combalia suggests that the striking thing is the way it suggests that she, not he, was in charge. “She wanted to seduce him, I’m sure. The whole scene with the knife is like a sadistic joke, almost a performance.”

Yet the balance soon tipped the other way. Picasso was also having a long-running affair with Marie-Thérèse Walter, which he refused to break off. He seems to have taken a perverse thrill in making Walter and Maar compete for his affections, describing a story where they came to blows in his studio as “one of my choicest memories”. Having initially painted Maar as a nymph or a bird, his portraits begin to show her in tears, notably the excruciating Weeping Woman (1937), now in Tate’s permanent collection, in which she seems to dissolve before our eyes.

Maar’s own artistic response is similarly hard to look at, though in quite different ways. A painting of hers from the same year, The Conversation, shows her and Walter sitting next to each other, almost in mirror image. Walter looks out, passive and inscrutable; Maar has her back to us, face hidden.

Yet while the relationship was emotionally punishing, it was productive. 1937 was also the year that Picasso painted Guernica, and Maar – as well as teaching him darkroom techniques – agreed to photograph the process of its creation. Indeed, it seems likely that his decision to depict that particular atrocity came from Maar, who was far more politically engaged. Not only does its style – severe black-and-white, almost photographic in its pitiless detail – borrow from her work, she actually painted a small section of it.

“He trusted her,” says Tate Modern director Frances Morris, who interviewed Maar when the latter was in her 80s. “As much as being a sexual or emotional relationship, it was a collaborative one.”

When their relationship finally fell apart in 1945, Maar was devastated and suffered a brief breakdown, intensified by the death of her mother. The guilt-stricken Picasso helped her buy a house in Provence, where she spent an increasing amount of her time. Catholicism began to occupy her life; rumours circulated – fanned by her former partner – that she’d gone mad, or become a recluse.

The truth is different, Combalia says: Maar kept making art, producing textile designs and devoted more time to painting. She also travelled, and continued to exhibit through the 50s and 60s. It’s also not true that she abandoned photography, as some claim. Though she made fewer photographs after the break with Picasso, she continued to experiment, crafting a late series of photograms (photographic prints made without a camera) in the 80s, as if reconnecting with her younger artistic self.

Maar never regained the profile she had experienced in her 20s, yet it’s wrong to say she disappeared. It was a slow withdrawal, and came about largely because Maar wanted to focus on her art. “In letters she writes, ‘Well, I don’t want to be social, I want to do my own thing. I have to paint,’” says Combalia

Morris, who visited Maar at her apartment in Paris in 1990, agrees. “It was an artist’s home. Every surface, every wall, spoke of that. There were easels and lots of canvases in her studio, covered in polythene. She was still working.”

What was Maar like to meet? Morris laughs: “When she answered the door, I thought at first it was the maid, this little old woman.” But she was soon struck by Maar’s forcefulness. “She was terrifically strong, you could see that. I think that’s what it was, in a way: making art was more important to her than how she was perceived.”

“She was very curious about the world,” Combalia adds. “She was always asking me what I was doing in Paris, what the name of my boyfriend at the time was. She loved gossip.”

Despite Maar’s talents being overlooked during her lifetime, Combalia believes we should be grateful that we can see so much work, and that so much of it is so good. “She really deserves to be known. We owe her that justice.”

[ghosttotheparty]

solangelo headcanons because i am Going Through It (there's a lot buckle up)

- nico has acne on his cheeks and chin 

- will has a cleft lip w a scar that goes up to his nose; it’s not v noticeable and no one rly notices it but nico gazes at him A Lot and asks about it one day; will explains and nico thinks it’s cool and now he kisses it every time they say goodbye

- they both grow their hair out; will sometimes ties his up to keep it out of the way and nico loves when he does; nico ends up dying a little bit of his red bc of peer pressure from thalia

- nico has a gap between his front teeth it’s very cute 

- will blushes really easily; nico will just vaguely flirt with him like call him cute or something and will turns RED 

- will has piercings; three in each ear lobe, one helix, and one nose 

- nico ends up getting a helix piercing too just bc he thinks it’s cool 

- nico is *almost* wills height but he’s still short enough for will to have to lower his head to kiss him or for will to have to look down at him; he climbs up on chairs so will has to look up at him when he’s making a point but it never works because will just ends up gazing at him 

- nico wears friendship bracelets; the first one is from hazel before she goes back to camp jupiter, and then some of wills siblings just start giving them to him; he treasures of all them 

- one of wills sisters makes him one that’s like the mlm flag 

- the only other jewellery he wears are the skull ring and another ring he found in an antique store that fits his pinkie and gold sun necklace he got for himself in some mall one time because it made him think of will 

- nico ends up being Eccentric when he’s recovered and healed and stuff 

- like,,, he collects antiques and art and sculptures and victorian lamps and jewellery and old stuffed bears and fairy lights and bones and shit 

- and he wears eyeliner and glitter 

- he gets a walking stick that has like a birds skull as a handle it’s sick 

- he’s also lowkey an extrovert 

- he has a nice singing voice but he doesn’t sing for anyone; he only sings in front of will and even then it’s just if there’s music playing and they’re both doing stuff 

- will doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t want him to stop 

- wills nails are always painted and sometimes when he’s focussing too much on work and isn’t taking care of himself the paint chips away 

- nico always notices and makes sure they have at least one or two days just to make sure will is getting sleep and is relaxing and stuff (he paints wills nails for him) 

- will is puerto rican god bless 

- he never lived there but he visited a lot as a child and he and reyna bond over san juan and the food one day (nico listens very fondly) (wills favourite food is mofongo and reyna likes pastelón but they both have a soft spot for habichuelas guisadas)

- will does like stick and poke tattoos in the apollo cabin; usually it’s just like little tiny ones for other campers or on himself and one day nico wants one 

- (he gets a little B on his wrist) 

- they both end up getting a bunch of professionally done tattoos as they get older 

- will only draws the tattoos and stuff like he isn’t really an artist outside of tattoos 

- but nico??? artist boy 

- at first it’s just a way to cope with his nightmares like he draws what he remembers when he wakes up and then throws them away/tosses them in the fireplace 

- but over time he ends up like doodling when he’s bored and sketching other ppl in camp and then he winds up in the crafts tent and he learns how to use like watercolour and stuff it’s all very fun

- will keeps all the drawings he gives him; he ends up with them pinned to the wall by his bed and on his desk in the infirmary and in his moms apartment for when he visits 

- nico can crack like every joint in his body and all of his fingers and toes; getting up in the morning is an ordeal 

- it drives will crazy but he refers to him as his rice krispies boyfriend 

- will is very 420 friendly; that is to say that he’s a stoner but he doesn’t smoke that much at camp bc he doesn’t have time to and there isn’t much privacy (nico is curious about it and they get high together one day and nico discovers that it helps with his chronic pain; also will is hot when he smokes especially when when they’re shotgunning ANYWAY)

- nico has always had trouble walking and stuff (he trips and stumbles a lot) especially on days that his chronic pain is worse 

- he just blames it on having bad depth perception for a while but he can’t use it as an excuse when he needs to lean on things to stand 

- one day will notices and brings him to the infirmary for a crutch and nico tries to insist that he doesn’t need it but will gives him the whole < there’s nothing wrong with needing assistance > and < you deserve to be able to make your life easier > spiel 

- his first one is just the standard silvery gray but after a while he gets one that’s red and black

- he uses it to smack jasons legs when he’s being annoying 

- nico calls will amore and baby and my love and will calls him angel and honey and sweetheart 

- nico is chronically touch starved and is constantly just reaching out to grab wills hands or putting his leg over wills leg while they’re sitting together 

- nico is a coffee snob 

- but he also has a sweet tooth and loves chocolate and gummies and stuff 

- nonbinary he/him will and ‘i have so many more things to give a shit about’ nico 

- nico and hazel both swear like sailors 

- so does will but he also has bedside manner 

- nico does not 

- nico shows affection by biting and licking will; not even in a sexual sense just literally taking a chomp of his cheek or licking the back of his hand and will is just ‘thank you angel’ (especially on days that he’s less verbal/it’s harder for him to speak; will knows what it means)

- nico lays on his bed with his head hanging off the edge upside bc it’s fun sensory wise and the first time he does it with will present will doesn’t even question it he just moves to sit on the floor facing him 

- it becomes a thing they do and after they get together they do the spider-man kiss very often 

- their first i love you happened because will was doing something very mundane and nico just Gazed at him; will finally noticed and was like yes? and nico just ‘im in love with you’ 

- will always has a hand under nico’s shirt even before they start dating just because he’s so warm that nico wants to be as close as possible to him 

- nico hates balloons so on his birthday will puts up streamers across like the whole ceiling and they hang down and drape everywhere and it looks so pretty it stays for months 

- neither of them like The Big Light so nicos cabin only ever has a bunch of lamps on 

- before he starts collecting things (like lamps) he barely sleeps bc he’s scared of the dark and one day will mentions it to one of his siblings because he’s stressed and wants to help him so his sibling gives him some fairy lights and a nightlight to give to nico 

- they help 

- nico becomes besties with one of wills sisters and ends up just casually hanging out in the apollo cabin all the time to paint with her and hang out and stuff 

- he also ends up going to the apollo cabin if he’s had nightmares just to take naps in wills bed even if will isn’t there like if he’s working  

- will comes back and immediately kicks his shoes off to cuddle with him 

- nico has a collection of hoodies and jumpers and sweaters that he ‘borrows’ from will; he doesn’t really ever wear them out but he wears them when he sleeps because they’re warm and they smell like will; will finds out bc he goes over one morning to take nico to breakfast and nico opens the door very sleepily wearing nothing but boxers and wills hoodie; will just about dies 

- nico is a koala bear; he loves holding onto wills arm and hugging him and hiding his face in his neck or chest and they soon find out that will is able to pick him up no problem (which proves helpful when nico is injured or exhausted but also just when nico wants to climb up him and be held)

- nico is very good at cooking but no one knows until like years later when they visit nico and wills apartment and they’re all gushing over how good dinner is and nico is just :) 

- speaking of their apartment 

- nico’s favourite place is the fire escape window 

- he sits up there to smoke and read and people watch and will joins him to stargaze 

- there are stacks of books everywhere bc nico reads a lot 

- they’re a beaded doorway cushions on the floor dinner in the living room wind chimes on the balcony family 

- they get a cat that they name bisgatto (he’s an adopted black cat)

- they both have sensory issues and go shopping for like linens and stuff together to make sure they can both use what they buy (eventually they get so familiar with each other’s needs and will be like ‘nico/will would love this’ and stuff) 

- back to the koala thing; they always wake up completely wrapped around each other; will always gets up first bc he wakes up really early and while he’s making coffee nico will come into the room and just climb up him and hold on 

- eventually their smells (will smells like citrus and nico smells like earth) turn into one smell (because they’re a family) (nico still wears wills clothes) 

[zahroreadsthings]

Oh My God

[cherrygorilla]

August's Basic Info

Like I said for Zack's post, I really struggled with finding faceclaims for August - maybe even moreso, because I have such a clear idea of what he looks like in my head, and no one I've been able to find fully captures it. I think Kit Connor (first pic) is, again, the closest I'll get - he's the right amount of soft and friendly I need for little August haha - but the others are all at least along the same sort of lines (at least in these pictures I found anyway lol): Peyton Meyer, Connor Jessup and Dylan Sprouse.

Name: August Jude McNeeley

Nicknames: He mainly gets Auggie, but Bentley always calls him Gus - it used to just be Bentley, but since August grew so fond of it, Kona and Zack have started using it more now too. He still likes Auggie though - tbh he likes all variations of his name (I his mom picked well lol)

Age: 14

Date of Birth: September 28th

Zodiac: Libra

Birthstone: Sapphire

Nationality: American and Scottish

Sexuality: Gay - but very much still in the closet and totally not crushing on anyone

Birthplace: His family home in South Pasadena

Current Residence: Island Drive South in South Pasadena, Florida

Occupation: Middle school student and part-time grocery bagger

Talents/Skills: He's weirdly good at long-distance running, he can play the clarinet, he's really good at crosswords, he's a great baker, but he's an even greater listener

Birth Order: Youngest of three

Siblings: Francesca May McNeeley (23) and Hazel June McNeeley (19)

Parents: Jedediah Michael Whitaker (estranged) and Heidi April McNeeley

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Height: 6' 1'' when fully grown - but for now, probably like 5' 3''. He has a big growth spurt that literally no one saw coming, and becomes a real gentle giant haha. 

Eye Colour: Like a muddy, brown-y green.

Hair Colour: Sandy blonde

Glasses or Contact Lenses: Some round wire-frame glasses he's supposed to wear all the time, but only wears when his eyes feel super strained, because he thinks he looks like a dork in them and actively tries to avoid anything that draws unnecessary attention to him

Distinguishing Features: A chickenpox scar on his forehead, just above his right eyebrow, and a prominent freckle on the corner of his mouth that always gets mistaken for a smear of chocolate. 

Mannerisms: He's SO bad about clenching his jaw/grinding his teeth when he's stressed, he always looks down at his feet when he's walking, and he always does a little snort of air through his nose when he laughs

Health: Anxiety, peanut allergy, and, because of his jaw clenching habit, any time he's anxious (which is quite a lot, poor baby) he gets tension headaches. Also, not really a health thing, but he's a vegetarian.

Hobbies: Baking, creative writing, scrapbook journalling, mediating his friends' arguments, running, reading, watercolour painting (this was mostly thanks to Bentley's influence, but he is enjoying it more than he thought he would), practising the clarinet, and being the voice of reason.

Greatest Flaw (in their opinion): How sensitive he is. Bullies have blamed it on the fact that he was raised by a bunch of girls to become a big sissy - but August just knows he lets his mind hyperfixate on minute details and spiral out of control. Whether it was an embarrassing passing comment he made or a missed homework assignment, he'll work himself into a guilt-riddled state until the rational side of his mind can regain control. It's even worse with more meaningful things though. If anyone says anything bad about him it'll affect him for weeks, and if anyone takes anything he's said badly he'll beat himself up about it for just as long. With how deeply he takes everything to heart though, it often means he's more reluctant to open up about his feelings, and keeps himself pretty closed off as a result - all because he's scared about the reaction he might get. 

Best Quality (in their opinion): His level-headedness. As much as his anxiety can get the better of him, he's gotten a lot better in recent years at keeping it under control. His calm reasoning often ends up benefiting his friends more than it does himself, but that's what makes it so rewarding. He loves getting to help them out in any way he can, and offering advice or talking through their troubles with them gives him a real sense of purpose. He may not be very brave, or very physically strong, but his quiet support from the sidelines is invaluable - especially when he can pick out things in a situation no one else would have thought to before. 

Biggest Fear: Not being accepted. Again, he's really sensitive about what other people think of him, and he really takes their opinions to heart. So the thought of upsetting someone, or doing something that would give them a negative opinion of him is awful. He partly blames it on his dad never really being present in his life, and the fear that, because he knows nothing about him, if he were to come back into it, he wouldn't accept him as his son. But it extends to his peers and friends too - he often stays quiet and tries to do what he can to blend into the background so that he doesn't draw any unnecessary attention to himself that could lead to anyone developing any strong feelings towards him - positive or negative. He just wants to be seen as…normal. But as he's slowly coming to terms with his sexuality, in a time where society is not very accepting of anything but 'the norm', that fear is feeling more and more real every day. 

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Favourite Ice Cream Flavour: Birthday cake or Pistachio

Favourite Colour: Sage green

Favourite Number: 2 - 1's too lonely, but at least 2 means you've got a friend

Favourite Movies: Luca, The Muppet Movie, and The War of The Worlds

Favourite Songs: Blackbird by The Beatles, (unironically) Story of My Life by One Direction, Yellow by Coldplay, and God Only Knows by the Beach Boys - and, of course, he was inspired by the Taylor Swift song August, but I felt like that was way too on-the-nose to include as one of his favourite songs lmao

A place they want to visit: Edinburgh, Scotland - to visit his mom's side of the family who live there

[katelynnwrites]

blurbs:

this is me trying.

down bad

the prophecy

i can do it with a broken heart

imgonnagetyouback

so kiss me

a lover's touch

the meaning of a friendly

stay stay stay

series masterlist:

Laura's Honigbiene

✧ You With The Dark Curls (You With The Watercolour Eyes) ✧

you’re the one with the dark curls and laura’s the one with the watercolour eyes, she loves your curls and you love her eyes

✧ All I Want For Christmas (Is You) ✧

you surprise your girlfriend for christmas

✧ Hold On To The Memories (They Will Hold On To You) ✧

five memories with laura, you'll hold on to them, they'll hold on to you and you will hold on to her

✧ Got Lovestruck (Went Straight To My Head) ✧

smut, you take some rather interesting photos of your girlfriend, part one of Still Worship This Love (Even If It’s A False God)

✧ And I Say To You (Soon You'll Get Better) ✧

you get sick and your lovely girlfriend looks after you. when she gets sick, you repay the favour

✧ One Single Thread Of Gold (Tied Me To You) ✧

laura freigang x sydney lohmann, the invisible string theory is the idea that those who are destined to meet will meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance. sydney and laura are two such people.

✧ Laura's Honigbiene ✧

laura calls you her honeybee, part of Laura's Honigbiene

✧ I Was On My Way (To Buy Some Flowers For You) ✧

you bring laura flowers whenever you watch her play, she thinks you're just a kind fan of hers but maybe you want to be something more

✧ Honigbiene And Tummy Time ✧

you don't understand why Mama keeps putting you down on the colourful, Silly Mat even though she knows you hate it, part of Laura's Honigbiene

✧ Honigbiene And Her Honeybee ✧

you go to your first national camp with your Mama and get a special gift, part of Laura's Honigbiene

✧ Honigbiene’s Very First Night Home ✧

your Mama brings you home from the hospital, part of Laura's Honigbiene

✧ Wondering If I Dodged A Bullet (Or Just Lost The Love Of My Life) ✧

laura leaves penn state for frankfurt, another way to put it would be that you and your girlfriend break up because she leaves penn state for frankfurt

✧ Still Worship This Love (Even If It’s A False God) ✧

smut, your girlfriend gets her turn to take an intimate set of photos, part two of Got Lovestruck (Went Straight To My Head)

✧ Oh I’ll Turn My Grey Skies (Blue) ✧

due to her injury, your girlfriend comes home from national camp early

✧ Honigbiene's Tiny Footprints ✧

your mama wants to bring a part of you onto the pitch with her when she plays, part of Laura's Honigbiene

✧ Honigbiene's Bee Machine ✧

you get diagnosed with asthma, part of Laura's Honigbiene

✧ I'm Losing It (All I Get's Jealousy) ✧

your girlfriend, laura gets jealous at national camp

✧ I'll Love You ('Til The Day That I Die) ✧

oranges play a very special part in your relationship with laura

[ebeedrawing]

How long have you been drawing and how long did it take for you to develop your art style into the way it is now? And if you use tablet, which one do you use and/or which one do you recommend for beginners? I'm trying to learn how to draw but my skills are so bad lol Should I start with pen and paper and then do digital? I want to do digital but I'm not sure if I should do the basics on paper first.

Hello ^^

I've been drawing all my life, really, but I did graduate from a fine arts school, so I'm traditionally taught. I only started drawing digitally after I graduated, which was 3 years ago, so I'm only self-taught digitally.

My art style was actually a huge struggle for me when growing up.. I remember literally crying because all I could do was only the "academic" type of drawings. But I will say this.. definitely look for inspiration from artists you like, and don't be hard on yourself. You'll get there so make sure you have fun with it and don't be afraid to try out new things. I'm sure you'll come up with something unique just for you 🩷. And remember that we change all the time so your art style changes a lot too. Artists shouldn't contain their creativity in a box, so whatever you wanna try - try it!

As for tablets.. I'm using a Wacom Intuos Pro M, but for beginners, I'm not too sure what to suggest if you're looking for something a bit even more budget friendly. I'd say anything really works if you want it enough. YouTube helped me make my decision ^^" I just wouldn't hurry and get something very pricey if you're just beginning because in the end, they kinda all do the same thing.

As for learning how to actually do the thing, I'd say go the traditional route first. I'm not stopping you from starting digitally, but I definitely suggest getting into it with the og pen and paper. I think it's more of a "learn the rules before you break them" kind of thing. Knowing the basics, as boring as they are, is so so important. So I definitely suggest you get a sketchbook and make sure you're sketching every day ^^ From anatomy to perspective studies. YouTube, again, is an amazing place for this. Also trying out different medias like watercolour, ink, charcoal and more, can be very fun and freeing as well ^^ who knows, you might discover a new love for one of them.

(If you want a list of YouTubers I'd suggest, let me know 👌)

Whew that was a lot, I'm not too sure if it helped, but good luck✨️

Oh and little tip: when sketching some studies, don't be precious with them. the freer you are about your art, the faster you will grow ^^

[martiwikiwi]

IT’S ACE DAY

so of course I’m friendly reminding you of my webcomic ELLIS for the special @acesincomics event.

ELLIS is a queerplatonic romance between a demisexual non-binary werewolf and a bisexual human who find themselves in an awkward situation when they both have a crush on the same unknown student.

There is chaos, there is support and cakes, there is a werewolf find out what they want of a romantic partner, there is a chaotic bi who lives very intense crushes, and above everything there are two close friends still learning and exploring. All made with the loveliest watercolours I could paint.

This comic was made thanks to the support of my patrons and you can read it for free on Comicfury. Updates every Sunday.

Let me tag @authorofdragons so I remember to read the latest updates of Skull and Pyrooooo

[petitemingi]

Rainday Antiques | Kim Hongjoong

Synopsis: Ah, Rainday Antiques. Why not pop in to shelter from the rain? Cozy up with a book or a magazine from the reading corner, maybe start up a conversation with the owner, Kim Hongjoong. Relax and take a moment to breathe, we've got you.

Word count: 2.6k

Disclaimer: this story is heavily based on the headspace sleepcast story 'Rainday Antiques' and follows a similar storytelling theme. I apologise if this causes any inconveniences for anyone.

If you've ever spent a rainy evening travelling down a quiet street looking for shelter, you'll understand what a blessing it is to come across a location like Rainday Antiques. It comes into view halfway between two houses. the lovely store with two large windows on either side of the entryway. The place has a dreamlike feel since the windows are divided into square panes and the glass in between the metal bars is just a little bit wavy.

If you can believe it, this charming small shop is open every single day of the year. Serving both random onlookers and potential late-arriving foreign antique connoisseurs. Which of these categories best describes you? I'll leave it up to you. On a night like tonight, when the street lights are fuzzy halos and the rain starts coming down harder so that your footsteps make little slaps and squelches on the sidewalk, nothing is more inviting than the hazy orange light filtering through the antique shop's steam-covered windows and the weathered old sign over the doorway that reads, "Come on in, we're open!" The sign is now creaking a little in the damp breeze.

The inside of Rainday Antiques is cosy as can be. You'll be enveloped in thick crimson velvet drapes when you push open the door, providing further shelter from the weather. The drape rings glide across the rail and make a gentle click as you exit through them into the store.

It’s quite a place.

As it rains, you notice a skylight dome above you. It glances up into the night as it satisfyingly patters against the glass. There is plenty of room to move about, but every surface is covered in trinkets, decorations, and artwork. A brass umbrella stand and some coat hooks are located to the left of the door. Please, feel free to remove any damp layers from your body and take advantage of the opportunity to unwind fully.

A charmingly friendly man by the name of Hongjoong is the proprietor of this wonderful store. A smart young gentleman reading a book quietly in a corner of his realm. The most generous person you could ever expect to meet in fact. He’s a true listener, and there are very few people you can say that about.

He'd listen intently to the end if you ever made the decision to seek him out. He would then make a very straightforward yet intelligent statement, something that would reassure you that everything will be alright. He nods politely at you as you enter, indicating that you are welcome to browse quietly for as long as you like. However, he is nearby if you need him. You proceed to the back of the store and a bookcase. There are boxes full of old, leather-bound volumes with the words "assorted books" written on the side in black marker pen.

Turning one over reveals pages with gold engravings and a pale blue ribbon stitched into the spine to serve as a place marker. The pages have small, densely spaced type and brown blotches all over them.

The title of this particular book is "Pure." What a great title, isn't it? You pick up a larger book with lovely watercolours of South African flora and fauna from the nineteenth century. There is a photo of some lovely blue blooms that have opened, but are now dying in the crevices. It's a beautiful blue.

Conveniently, there’s an armchair right next to the bookcase so you sink into it. It’s rather raggedy, and the stuffing is coming out in some places, but it’s surprisingly comfortable. At your feet, there’s a small cupboard containing vintage magazines. Perhaps you could just sit here a while, while the rain pitter patters in the background, immuring you with all this ancient literature, allowing yourself to slip for at least a short time into its magical world.

You are in front of one of the many grandfather clocks the shop has. It ticks steadily and decisively, just like a single raindrop that keeps dropping into a metal pale. observing the clock's workings, which are visible via the glass front. The chimes of the clock have a grimy sound to them. Glancing down and away from the clock, you see a small dog.

This is Minnie, Hongjoong’s miniature wire-haired dachshund.

She has round, shining eyes and a little whispy beard. She appears to be a serious, but very friendly dog, and an excellent judge of character. She has already determined that you are someone deserving of respect. She bobs her head, sniffs your shoes, and then lumbers off to her basket a short distance away. She climbs inside and makes three complete turns before sitting down and gazing affectionately at you. She likes customers that come into the store, but she has decided that she likes you in particular.

There’s so much to look at in here. You might just want to stay there for a moment, gazing around you and soaking up the atmosphere in this rain haven. Objects of various kinds are displayed all over the walls. You notice a grandfather clock ticking as you scan the room and notice a mid-century coffee table. A magnificent collection of feathered hats are suspended from an art nouveau hat stand. A tattered, aged-looking antique mantlepiece mirror and a dappled-gray rocking horse with a crimson saddle and a long, silvery mane. As you approach the hat stand, you reach out to lightly touch its brass arms. They are cool to the touch and have a small sphere on each end.

Upon it there hangs a blue sculpted hat, with a gold brim designed to be worn at a tilt. A feathered plume, tied presumably to match the hat, is soft and slightly grainy to the touch, held in place by a rhinestone pin - it too is draped over the hat stand. How philosophical these objects appear, gathered here against the flow of time and undoubtedly without any thought for the weather. Some date back more than a century. And yet, here they are, eager for a fresh start in life. starting from the instant they first encounter that particular someone who is moved enough to take them home.

In a dimly lit corner of Rainday Antiques, stands a writing desk, covered with a blanket on which are laid out numerous, smaller items. One of these is a box of old photographs and postcards. As you leave through, you glimpse vintage postcards of European cities and snow-capped mountains, black and white beaches, interesting rock formations and a donkey in a straw hat.

Men dressed in cricket whites might be seen in group photos. Family uncomfortably gathered for an embarrassing snapshot. cartoons of terriers, kittens in baskets, and a set of a Spaniel that is obviously well-loved. Some have scrawled, largely eligible, handwriting on the back. You flip over a Dutch postcard that features a windmill. "I'm having a great time here despite the weather. It's raining heavily as I write this after just returning from a walk that we took. I appreciate the books. With love" All of these memories were previously someone else's property, but they are now potentially yours. The amusing thing about memories is that they are quite flexible.

The smell of your damp umbrella seeping into the stand by the door is mixed with that of old books and radiators, with a faint hint of something fresh. The darker areas of the business are occasionally illuminated by the lights of a passing car that occasionally streaks through the glass. You can see a magnificent holding screen in one area, as well as a row of leather-bound books. Japanese landscapes, including homes with distinctively pointed roofs and oblong trees, are embroidered onto its silk sheets. Overlooking a river is a bridge. The rain seems to pick in speed as the automobile passes before returning to its regular rhythm, creating a loud sigh in the process.

You could stay here all night just breathing in and looking at things. Thinking about their stories.

In one corner of the store, you’ll find a glass cabinet filled with crockery. If you take a closer look, you’ll be able to inspect a striking art deco piece with sharp triangles for handles, patterned with bright geometric squares, in orange and black.

A small case lined with velvet sits next to it, containing a collection of teaspoons with ornamental handles. You can almost imagine the ambience of a long-ago tea party. A conversation punctuated by the delicate clinking of teaspoons on porcelain and ambienced, like tonight, by the comforting sound of rain on the windows.

If you asked Hongjoong, he’d tell you that every antique has a story to tell. He likes to say that he never takes anything for his store unless there’s a fantastic tale behind it. It’s a bit of a lie, though. If he likes something enough, he’ll just go ahead and make up a story about it, such as this vintage little toy car, which he says used to belong to a member of a famous boy band or public figure. He hasn’t got any paperwork to prove it, unfortunately. But then again, there’s nothing to disprove it either.

The car is bright, emerald green, slightly rusting at the edges. But in its hayday, it would surely have been the perfect vehicle for a young prince or princess to take about a turn in the royal garden. It has a long bonnet, but the rest of the car is all seat. There’s a large steering wheel sticking up in the center of the car so that driving it might feel like driving a mini tractor. It’s open-top, though. There’s no roof at all so it’d be no use on a night like tonight.

The rain outside seems to be coming down even harder, but the atmosphere inside of the store remains peaceful and unchanging. Every so often, Hongjoong lets out a small “mmm” as if to express some sense of profound relaxation, and the pages of his unwieldly newspaper rustles as he turns them. Every now and then he regards you, from moment to moment, over the top of his half-moon spectacles, to check you’re not in need of anything before returning to his reading.

You move around the store quietly, occasionally picking up something and turning it over in your hands. Sometimes, you return to the raggedy armchair to rest, and contemplate your surroundings.

Each time you look around, something new catches your eye; a model ship, perhaps? Or a movie poster from the golden age of cinema, maybe a blonde teddy bear wearing a bow-tie? Whatever it is, you gaze at it for some time, wondering: 'Where has it been? Who owned it before? Has it lived a long life with many different owners? Has it travelled the world? Or has it been treasured faithfully by one person until now? And what journey might it be about to embark on next?'

"have you found what you're looking for?" Hongjoong places his book down lightly, his thumb holding his place. You hadn't noticed before, but Hongjoong had a ring on his thumb. It glistened slightly in the dim light of the shop. It appeared to cast a rainbow onto the wood of the desk.

"not yet" you'd reply "I'm still browsing a little"

A light smile decorates Hongjoong's face at your response, and he nods "let me know if you need anything" he says, and he returns to his book.

Moving further along the shelving, you notice a line of crystal bells. Overtaken by curiosity, you pick them up one at a time, holding them to your left ear to listen to the delicate chimes they would sound. You decided that this would be one of your purchases, picking up the one you deemed most beautiful and delicate sounding and walk to place it on the front desk.

"anything else?" Hongjoong would ask, his eyes lifting from the adventures in his book, this time using a long metal bookmark to save his place. He gazes at you warmly, picking up the crystal bell to wrap it in bubble wrap. The bell makes another delicate chime as he does.

"I think I'll keep looking... if that's alright" you respond. Hongjoong nods his head once, this time a small chuckle escapes his lips. Once again, he returns to his book.

A little way further into the shop there are some small brooch pins, all of varying shapes and sizes. Some have faces on them, some look like butterflies, there's even one with some tiny detailed scenery painted onto it. You pick this one up in your hand and carry it with you - this will be your second purchase.

There is just one more shelf in the shop, this one has some glass flowers the size of your ring finger laid out on it. Bluebells, Snowdrops, Lilies and Lupines, they are all delicately coloured in light shades of blue, green, purple and white. A small note on the shelf reads 'glass flowers, two for the price of one, will look lovely as a centrepiece'

You decide the Lupine and the Bluebell flowers are more to your taste and pick them up gently from their places. You have a lovely little vase to display them in at home. They will look lovely on your dining room table.

Hongjoong has already placed his book down, you notice he only has a few pages left to read. He has just finished wrapping your bell in bubble wrap and has prepared a small cardboard bag to place your items in.

"I'll have these as well, please" you place your new found items in front of Hongjoong. He furrows his eyebrows softly and lifts first the glass flowers to his eye level, twiling them between his fingertips and then the brooch, adjusting his glasses as though they could magnify the detail more. He smiles again and places the brooch in the bag, then wraps the flowers in bubble wrap as he had the bell.

"You have a delicate taste in antiques" He says, handing you the bag. You take it gently from his, a slight glow taking place across your cheeks.

"and you have a wondrous taste in books" you respond. Hongjoong bites the inside of his lips, perhaps slightly taken by your attentive response.

"perhaps we could discuss it over coffee some time?" he questions, his hand funding it's way to the back of his neck in slight embarrassment at his words.

"perhaps so" you say, feeling slightly bashful yourself. You see Hongjoong take a piece of paper and a pencil from the edge of his desk, he writes an address down on it.

Sunrise Cafe,

Saturday 14:35

Hongjoong xxx-xxx-xxx

He hands you the paper and you bow as you leave, taking your umbrella from the stand by the door, stepping out once again in to the rain.

If you've ever spent a rainy evening travelling down a quiet street looking for shelter, you'll understand what a blessing it is to come across a location like Rainday Antiques. It comes into view halfway between two houses. The lovely store with two large windows on either side of the entryway. The place has a dreamlike feel since the windows are divided into square panes and the glass in between the metal bars is just a little bit wavy. It has a warm atmosphere about it and the shop keeper Hongjoong is perhaps the kindest person you would ever hope to meet.

thank you for reading, i hope this ambience story has left you calm — have a wonderful day ~

taglist: @hwahawt @yungisstar1117-writes @sxndmemes @dogsongy

[ctntduoarchive]

im very curious to see what you'll come up with for custodytrio (ctommy + ctntduo) pogtopia arc

literally just wanna see what shenanigans you decide to put them in

Quackity is sitting on the warmest rock he could find in the caverns of Pogtopia.

No, none of them were necessarily warm, but he would be satisfied with it for now.

He wraps a bandage around a wound on his arm. Running from Schlatt didn't go the smoothest, and neither did stepping between Wilbur and the button.

Still, it won't make him stop. He won't let it.

Cringing as the wound stings at the light pressure, he feels a voice call out.

"Hey, Big Q!"

Tommy stands on one of the top stairs. Presumably, he had been out fetching for wood. But knowing him, he most likely went and fucked around with Tubbo for an hour.

Quackity would too, but the line betweens friends, enemies and lovers blur like watercolour on a canvas.

"Tommy! How's it going, man?" he shouts out to him.

He bundles down the stairs, missing a few and nearly falling off the side. Apparently, they once had railings.

"Nothing much, uh, how's the- how's the wound going?"

"Oh, great, y'know-" he replies sarcastically.

"I meant- is it bad? Like it's infected or anything?"

"I have no fucking clue, man, do I look like a doctor?"

"No, but you should know when it looks infected or not-"

"Really, because-"

They get into a petty argument fast. Tommy calls Quackity an idiot, and gets called an asshole in return. It's not mean spirited, it's fun almost.

A voice booms from the corner of the ravine.

"Do neither of you know what to look for?"

Wilbur leans against the wall closest to the nether portal. Like this, he almost looks like a shadow, a ghost leering in the corner's of your eyes.

He stares them down. Not like they're wild animals or prey, but... Quackity doesn't know how to describe it, but he knows he doesn't like getting looked down at.

"And do you?" he snaps back.

He walks forward, creeps forward, like a stray cat. His movements flicker in the dim lantern lights. Quackity stands still, and holds out his arm. Tommy looks from beside him, watching them approach each other overcautiously.

It is funny to recount how friendly they could be with each other. Times have changed.

Once he is close enough, Wilbur's fingers curl around his hands. Quackity thought they would have an iron grip, with the way Wilbur anxiously grips everything, but they lack in strength.

He turns it over, gently like porcelain, and his eyes scan over the skin. Up close, he can see shaving scratches and uneven stubble spread over his face. Quackity could say it gives him an almost rugged look, if he was letting himself admit how bad his taste in men is.

Tommy still stays silent between the two, giving them both weird glances. Awkwardly, he fiddles with his hands while he waits for Wilbur to speak up.

"It's a little, but with the right shit it should be fine in a day or two."

Wilbur lets go, leaving a burn. Odd for a man with such a cold facade.

"Um, well, I think Tubbo was waiting for me upstairs, so I should-" Tommy says.

"You should," Wilbur interjects sharply, but his eyes are sternly on Quackity the entire time.

He is still suspicious. Good, Quackity can play that game too.

"I think Niki has some stuff for this, ask for it when she gets back." Wilbur turns, so close to walking away, before Q tells him one last thing.

"I'll see you around, Wil?"

His head turns slightly, so he can see Quackity out of his peripheral.

"You will."

He walks away. His footsteps thunder.