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Gouache on Calculators by Kim Taehyung | Calcu-LATER (1)

Pairing: Art Major!Kim Taehyung x Math Major!Reader, Jimin x reader-ish

Summary: Math never fails you. The numbers might not always make sense, but you know there must be a solution. Everything fits together like a perfect puzzle, like your tidy life and solitary living…until Kim Taehyung spills paint all over your notebook. He, quite literally, trips into your life.

Genre: College AU, Fluff, Angst, Angst with happy ending, Light Topics, humor

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Uh, it’s not this dark i swear, slight Internalized homophobia, Drinking, Cheating, uh uh uh it’s going to be a ride.

Word Count: 2.7k Words

A/N: Ah! I’m so excited to present this absolute mess of a story! Let me know your thoughts and if you’d like to be added to the taglist! Also also also, this chapter is short, but I promise the next one is a little over twice this length!

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Mr. Erich was a slow talker. You could almost understand why Jimin was falling asleep next to you. Almost. Jimin wasn’t someone you really considered a close friend, but then again, you didn’t have many close friends.

The teacher continued droning on about number theory. You placed your head down on the desk, but your hand continued writing your notes. Staying up late last night wasn’t the best idea, but you needed to write an essay on Anaxagoras, a greek philosopher.

You hated philosophy. But you loved your mother and your mother had urged you to take a class that didn’t only involve numbers.

Jimin was snoring peacefully and you glanced over at him. It wasn’t exactly your issue so you looked away and went back to following the lesson. A few minutes later, he jerked awake and groaned audibly.

A few people in the seats around looked at him quizzically. You shrunk lower in your seat. You didn’t want to attend class, too many people and it made your heart race, but you needed to pass this class and so you, sadly, must attend.

Many knew Jimin as the son and heir to BigHit, the large business conglomerate that had wealth that made even the 1% drool, but to you he was just that guy who fell asleep in Calculus and cheated off your notes. Objectively, this was annoying. Subjectively…

You felt him staring out of the corner of your eye. He was looking pointedly at your notes. Subjectively, you didn’t care enough. If he didn’t pay attention in class, that was his problem and you didn’t feel one way or another. At the bottom of your notes, you wrote, Pay attention.

He wrote that down too without a second thought.

You were busy. You were always busy. In fact, you had an extremely important Algebra assignment to do and you knew you could get it done as long as no one bothered you-

“Oh my god.”

A man with blonde hair and a light blue beret stood in front of you. In his hands was a tray of spilled over paints; paints that were now on you. You tilted your head.

“Can you move?” You spoke up after a while.

“I’m so sorry!” He seemed unfrozen and hurried after you as you brushed by.

“Uh, can you go away?”

“I know you’re probably really mad! Do you want money or something? I can buy you new clothes or-wait that sounds weird.”

“Clothes?” You glanced down and then realized the state of your wardrobe.

You were splattered with red, green, and yellow paint. You then glanced at your notebooks, also, helpfully, coated in a thin layer of paint. More importantly, your beautiful TI-84 calculator was ruined.

You opened your mouth, furiously holding up your calculator, but the man continued rambling on. Annoying. But somewhat entertaining, you supposed.

“You got paint on my-”

“Let me take you out! Somewhere nice? I’ll buy you a coffee!” He tore off some notebook paper and scribbled some numbers down. You paused. What was he doing?

“Besides, it’s not paint, it’s Gouache.” He announced proudly, shoving the paper into your already full arms.

“But that- you still got-”

“Taehyung!” Jimin called from behind you. You turned and the man winced. “Oh, Taehyungie has never been too neat, sorry about him. Anyway, we gotta go, Tae. Yoongi just called and Jungkook set fire to the carpet again.”

“He really needs to change his major to something a little less dangerous.”

“What is this, the third time?”

“I don’t know, but we need to go, Tae-”

“What’s his major?” You questioned.

“Philosophy.” They both said in unison.

“Anyway gotta go!” Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s hand and started speed walking away.

“You got paint on my calcu-”

“Later!” Jimin shouted over his shoulder, his eyes lingered on you for a moment.

Did you have something on your face? You swiped at your cheek and he grinned, turning back around and following Taehyung.

Once they were out of sight, you juggled your notebooks around until you could successfully pick up the paper. 278-367-5433 ;). You scoffed at the numbers, something you did often, and crumpled it up.

“Art majors. What a waste of trees” You muttered and trudged back to your dorm.

“I’m so stuck on this problem, Y/N, you’ve gotta help me.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my friend?”

“I’m not your friend, Jimin.” You moved the phone to your other shoulder and continued working.

“But-”

“Bye.”

You hung up and groaned, massaging your temple. Your room could be seen as lonely. Plain white paint sat on dull gray walls. There wasn’t a speck of trash or clothing littered on the floor. You lived an orderly life. Tidy. Your eyes strayed to your hamper.

Your clothes from earlier were spilling out of the top. A splash of color on a black and white canvas. You scrunched your nose and looked away in disgust. You had never understood the point of art. What did anyone ever see in it? It was meaningless. You looked back to your notes.

These numbers meant something. They meant the height of a ladder leaning against a building, the measurements of a bridge, and where Mary Jane would end up in 400 minutes if she’s going five miles an hour on a circular road. It was pretty deep.

You looked at your watch. Then you moved your attention to the window. Your dorm overlooked the sprawling center of campus. The place was a concrete playground, but with the extensive arts program, it was always covered in colorful murals and art pieces.

You didn’t have a roommate and you liked it that way. You had always preferred to be alone. Others called you anti-social, but, to put it another way, if there was an apocalypse and it was just you and another person alive in the entire world, you would probably leave them for dead. Life was simpler alone.

Besides, you wouldn’t have to deal with people chastising you about not picking up on “social cues” or whatever the hell those were. How were you supposed to know that when someone leans in real close, they want to kiss you? It seemed quite arbitrary in your mind.

Your phone was buzzing again.

“What do you want?”

“Please Y/N! This. Is. Really. Hard.”

“Jimin, figure it out. How are you going to pass midterms if you can’t understand algebra?”

“Ouch.”

“I mean that in the most sincere way.” You relented.

“You’re so mean, Y/N.”

Your eyebrows rose. That certainly wasn’t the first time you’d heard those words.

“I’m honest. You could go ask the teacher or something.”

“He told me to ask you.”

“That doesn’t sound right.”

You heard him let out a dry laugh on the other side and rustling of sheets.

“You’re really good at math, Y/N.”

“I hate number theory.” You objected.

“But that doesn’t mean you’re not good at it!”

“Shut up. I’m going to hang up now.”

“Wait no-”

Beep.

People were annoying. That’s what you had decided. You weren’t trying to stick out like a sore thumb, but getting in the flow of other people and understanding all the shit they wanted you to understand was hard.

You put your pencil back down onto the page and continued writing. You reached for your calculator, groaning when you realized the paint had covered the display.

“Great. Just great.”

You set the calculator aside, feeling a little sentimental. After all, you’d had that thing since seventh grade. Your phone buzzed again. Jimin jesus chr-

“Yes?” You picked up.

“What is this So ka toe ah everyone is telling me about.”

“How did you pass trig without sohcahtoa?”

“Tell me!”

“Ask Taehyung.”

“Taehyung is an art major and hasn’t had to be proficient in math since the fifth grade!”

“Sin, cosine, tan. Bye.”

Beep.

You massaged the crease between your eyebrows and your attention got caught by the darkened campus. The gross fluorescent campus lights lit up the concrete. Freshmen were running wild, happy with their newfound freedom, and seniors were leaving for clubs or parties. The lights in the dorm buildings across campus began turning on one by one.

You searched your pockets for the crumpled paper. When you didn’t find any, you made your way to your hamper and dug around the pockets of your paint smothered clothing.

“Aha.” You unfolded the paper and dialed the number. You didn’t feel like talking, but Jimin was driving you up the wall.

“Taehyung, right?” You said as he picked up.

“Yeah? Changed your mind?”

“No. I’m going to make this short and sweet, tell Jimin to stop calling me for math help. Thanks.” You hung up and went back to your work.

So, technically, you were done with work, but being done with work meant that you were free and if you were free, that meant you had no excuse not to go out. And you needed an excuse to avoid people. You opened up your textbook and frowned at the various graphs and equations. You had already done all of them for fun this summer.

“Hey, Y/N, a bunch of us in the dorm are going out, wanna come?” The hall monitor knocked on your door.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing your job?” You looked back with a confused expression.

“Charming as ever I see.” She chuckled.

“Come on, Jasmine, Y/N never wants to go out anyway.” Another girl shouted.

“I know! I just wanted to be nice!” Jasmine shouted out, as if you weren’t right there.

“What would be nice is if you left.” You said, your voice monotone and matter of fact.

“Alright then. If you need anything, just text or call.”

“You won’t pick up anyway.” You whispered under your breath, but Jasmine was already gone.

“You forgot that this has to be positive, Jimin.” You leaned over him like an overbearing mother.

“But that doesn’t make sense!”

“You’re dividing two negatives. They cancel out.” You explained, a frown twisting onto your face.

There was a long silence as you watched him scribble down the new numbers. The library was relatively quiet. The giggles of a group in the corner would pierce the peaceful ambience every now and then, but the librarian would always shush them and they’d die down.

Jimin cleared his throat, pulling your attention back to this study session. You moved across the table and sat at your seat again. You just sat and stared at him. He was intriguing. He made silly mistakes that he should honestly understand for being a junior in college. His eyes flicked up to you three times and back to his paper.

“Well, this is awkward.” He said after a while.

“Is it?” You shrugged and continued staring him in the eye. He shifted awkwardly and looked away.

“Why are you staring at me?” He whispered.

“Oh, do you want me to stop?”

His mouth opened and closed then he looked back at his paper, his ears turning red.

“Are you coming on to me?” He murmured.

“What? No, why would I do that?” You said, disgusted, and returned to your work.

To be clear, you weren’t disgusted with him, but you were disgusted at the idea that you would come onto him. After all, you were just here for math and Jimin was just here because he needed help studying, obviously. He looked like you had just slapped him. You honestly didn’t see an issue.

“You know, my parents are pretty traditional and they want me to bring a girl home this holiday season. You’re the only girl I’m really close friends with.” He began. You felt his eyes on you and you looked up.

“Uh, alright? That sounds like a problem. Who are you going to take then?”

“You’re really dense, aren’t you?”

“I’m not dense.” You defended. “You need to expand your friend group.”

“I was wondering if you could come along?”

“What?” Your furrowed your eyebrows. “Absolutely not.”

“It wouldn’t be anything romantic, just-”

A man with mint green hair and a slim build walked past and Jimin’s eyes followed him. You followed his line of sight.

“....We can just go as friends, you know?”

You nodded solemnly. “Just friends, Jimin.”

“You’ll go?”

“Only if you promise me it’s just friends because I really don’t want to have to deal with romance.” You huffed, picking up your pencil and jotting down numbers. “You already have my number, just send me the details.”

“Thank you!”

The librarian shot him a glare and he lowered his voice.

“You’re a real lifesaver.” He whispered.

“I know.” You narrowed your eyes and then began to pack up your things. “I’ve got a lot of stuff to do. Bye.”

“What, but we just-”

“Yeah I know, but I’m sort of sick of talking to people and I helped you with your work so I’ve got to go work on Philosophy.”

“Philosophy? I didn’t take you as a philosophy person.”

“Me neither.”

Aha! You knew you recognized Taehyung from somewhere. You ran your finger over the screen. The list of student names in your philosophy class was displayed.

“Kim Taehyung. [email protected].” You murmured

“Whatcha doing?” Jasmine leaned against your doorway.

“Just...research.” You explained lamely.

“I see.” The hall monitor came inside and sat on your bed. “You never go out, Y/N. I’m worried about you.”

“Okay, and?” You glanced at her as she sat cross legged on the bed. Great. She’s wrinkling the sheets.

“Well, as a friend-”

“We’re not friends.”

“-and hall monitor, I command that you go out this weekend. Do something with your college life. I think you might regret not doing anything fun later on.” She prodded softly.

“This is fun.” You gestured to the scattered math homework pages across the desk.

“Right… well, just keep it in mind.” She stood and moved to your door.

“Jasmine?”

“Yeah?” She paused, turning to look at you. You read over your philosophy work and then your essay.

“You ever think that there are so many people in your life, but no one is really a part of it?”

“You’ve got to stop with the philosophy, Y/N. It feels weird coming from you.” She laughed.

You didn’t find anything funny in that. She looked awkwardly from you to the door, expecting you to chuckle along, but you remained silent, blinking at her. She shivered and left without another word.

The second she was gone, you stood abruptly and smoothed out the bed sheets, but as you did that, more wrinkles appeared on the other side. You felt the anxiety pouring out of you and you rushed to smooth down the other side, but more and more wrinkles kept appearing like disgusting bugs that wouldn’t die. You let out a frustrated sigh and tore all the sheets off your bed.

You took the ruler off your desk and measured out the width and height, then calculated how much extra cloth is needed on both sides for it to be perfectly centered. Then you marked it off and remade the bed. You felt yourself calming as order was restored.

You thought back to Jasmine’s words. Go out? Absolutely not. Then you looked at the crumpled paper on your desk.

“Fine, Jasmine.” You pursed your lips and dialed the number once more.

“Y-ello?” Taehyung’s voice rumbled through the speaker.

“I want a coffee, but I’d prefer to go somewhere quiet.”

“Straight to the point I see.”

“Polite niceties take up too much time. When are you available?” “Whenever you are, love.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Alright. Uh…” There was a long pause and you heard rustling in the background. “Sorry just grabbing a piece of paper.”

“Why are you apologizing? There’s nothing to apologize for.” You said quickly, eager to get this conversation over with.

“I’m free this Saturday?”

“Works for me.” You said. You didn’t need to check your calendar to know you had nothing to do.

“Great see you then.” He said stiffly.

“Yup.”

“Uh...bye?”

“Alright.”

Beep.

Now it was time to overthink the arrangement until Saturday.

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dulcaet · 5 years ago

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paint my heart | yoongi

synopsis. you should have known that, over time, paint crumbles, and that time spare no one, not even the colors adorning your heart.

pairing. yoongi | reader genre. angst word count. 2,043 warnings. none

initially, there had been only an immensity of white. a simple, but gigantic, empty canvas ready to be offered to those wishing to add to it the most beautiful colors that existed.

the life you lived was lulled by neutral feelings; your smiles were real but not bright, your eyes lit but not sparkling. the days were passing by, some slowly, others more quickly. they were chaining each other to the rhythm of the clock hands in your kitchen. the work you had managed to get was perfectly supporting you financially and you took great pleasure in learning what the profession of a sound engineer consisted of. everything was fine. but everything could be better. and everything would become soon. unfortunately, you didn’t know that yet.

you'd never consider your life boring, but sometimes monotony could be hard to bear. it, who always stood behind you, like your shadow, to remind you of the lack of laughter, smiles, adventure in an empty, gray life.

weeks, and months passed, that infinity of white still painting your mind. no painter had put his brush on your canvas, not coloring it with pearly, colorful hues, which would form the most beautiful of the artwork: that of a fulfilling life.

then, suddenly, there was an infinite number of colors. a palette covered with paintings all different from each other. blue. green. yellow. red. purple. one had been searched for the most beautiful pigments in the world, carefully making from them colors that all the greatest painters could have envied.

it had started as a normal day, a day tinted in white. you had stopped in the break room to drink your coffee before climbed to the third floor to reach the studio where your superior was waiting for you. the habit having taken over the rest, you had not knocked, judging that your arrival had already been announced a few seconds earlier by a message from your part.

maybe you should have.

“i’m really sorry, i didn’t think this studio would be busy!”

nervousness had taken hold of your heart, dragging it into a frantic waltz. a man sitting on a sofa whose upper body was leaning towards the coffee table had turned to the door squeaking. a pen in the hand, fingers stained with ink, glasses placed on the nose. this face, no, this portrait perfectly drawn by the hand of the most talented painters, you had seen and seen it again. on social media, in advertisements, on youtube. not a day had passed without you noticing this face so beautifully carved.

and he had been standing in front of your astonished face.

he had smiled with all the kindness present in the world and had looked at the time on his watch before apologizing for exceeding the scheduled hour.

“hello.”

this exact moment was your first meeting with min yoongi. the first of dozens of others.

a smile drawn on your two faces, fingers intertwined, the streets of capital had never looked so pretty. the yellow of the streetlights, the orange of the car flashers, the red of the store signs. the moon at its highest point reflected your candid faces, illuminating it in white and pastel blue. she was watching you, smiling at this birth of love.

adoration was a feeling whose aura could almost be seen as powerful as it was. these heartbeats rhythmed in unison, these candid laughs, all these little special touches reinforced the beauty of the idyllic picture that was painting in front of the moon’s eyes.

“yoongi, look!”

one hand holding your straw hat so it wouldn’t fly away, the other pointing to a multi-colored bird on a tree branch whose leaves were colored with a resplendent green hue. the smell of freshly cut grass intoxicated passers-by, plunging them into a euphoria that only summer could provoke. this feeling of being invincible, encouraged by the rays of the sun whose reflections chase away the patches of shadows, the bad memories. the five silk trees formed a globe as enchanting above the park letting these so-called rays of light pass through. the sweet pale pink flowers lowered themselves and rose to the rhythm of the wind oh so quiet.

summer was your favorite season, it was synonymous with holidays, sunshine, tranquility. happy to be able to enjoy the good weather, little laughs escaped from your lips without you noticing.

the characteristic noise of a camera caught your attention. turning your head, eyes obstructed by strands of hair, your gaze rested on the man standing a few meters from you. he was smiling at his screen, fiddling with the buttons of the device. curious, it was with a bouncing step that you walked towards him, making your light white and pink dress twirl. arriving at his height, you lean towards him, tiptoeing to see what seemed to hypnotize him. a grimace on your face, you quickly put a hand on the screen to hide the picture.

“delete it! i’m hideous!”

“don’t say things that are impossible.”

the pupils trembling, you watched the surroundings, hoping to see yoongi’s silhouette. you had begun waiting more than three-quarters of an hour ago on the forecourt of the restaurant where you had booked a table two months ago. there was no apparent reason for this event, if not to celebrate your love. it had been several days since you had seen him because of his rehearsals, so, excited to finally spend an evening with him, you had got all dressed up.

however, the soft light of day had darkened, giving way to this vast world called the night. the delight that had hitherto decorated your face, making it up in the prettiest of ways, for joy had this powerful power, had disappeared, dropping that mask on the concrete ground. as the dim light of the streetlamp illuminated you, all the gravity of your face increased, painting a face of sorrow.

one hand was rubbing your upper arm, the wind chilling you, the other furiously tapping on your phone’s keyboard.

me to yoongi ♡

where are you?

helloooo?

please respond! it’s cold out there.

well????

yoongi ♡ to me

something came up. don’t wait for me. grab yourself something, i’ll pay.

a lump appeared in your throat, as did the pain that pierced your heart. you remained still, however, letting it spread in the hope that this horrible sensation would go away if not interrupted. what you did not know, for love blinded the heart and confused the thoughts, was that a piece of the first one was now laying at your feet.

a drop of grey paint fell on the canvas, staining the blue sky adorned with white clouds.

the clock above the kitchen counter reminded you how pathetic you were, standing until way too late at night in hope of catching sight of the man’s face you had got into the habit of calling your boyfriend. if you could still define him like this. a silence had taken place in the empty apartment, a silence that even seoul’s frenetic life could not break. you were sitting on the couch with your eyes staring at nothing but void. your pupils previously illuminated by the candor of love were no more than two impenetrable walls. you seemed empty, as empty as a hollow shell. your inner state represented the vision your apartment gave. whether it was the pieces of furniture, the frames hanging on the wall or the decorative plants; all were tinged in the same gouache.

nowadays, the colors had worn out. overtime, you supposed. time was, after all, one of the main enemies of love, especially when it became rare.

oh, how much you hated gray. it colored your life with a monotonous color where everything seemed sad, an impression so different from the explosion of colors that your retina had become accustomed to seeing. there was nothing but grey. grey everywhere. in your body, in your eyes, in your heart. the latter seemed to have been impregnated with it. it would not be surprising to see the normally red carmine liquid flowing through your veins turn into a grey color. a plain grey, without any reflection; there wasn’t light anymore.

no more conversations until late at night. no more encouraging little messages on your nightstand. no more signs of affection, whether expressed in the form of a kiss, an embrace or even a smile.

there was nothing left.

nothing more except a weariness that did not seem to want to leave your life. it was now an integral part of your routine. many times, you had wondered if you had become paranoid. yoongi was a busy man. everyone knew this detail about him, you knew about this and for a long time, this detail had been one of the reasons for your reluctance to engage yourself in this relationship. this fear, which was ubiquitous at each moment of your life. this fear was flowing in your veins. the fear of being sidelined.

for more than a year, he had succeeded in proving you wrong. he had shown you that even though his career was a source of significant demands and that his schedule would always be a delicate thing, the love he had for you would overcome that.

he had forgotten to point out that all these wonders would only last a while, the attractive illusion giving way to the harsh reality.

things had changed.

suddenly, as if in slow motion, your face, which had lowered in defeat, rose up when you heard the door open. without you being able to control your body, your eyes began to sparkle, your pupils dilated, your heart racing. overtime, through missed appointments, repeated absences, nights alone, you had learned to hate these physical reactions. how sad it was to achieve such a critical stage that your only possibility was to hate the love you had for him.

he did not undress nor did he take off his coat, merely heading to your room, whose sheets now seemed constantly frozen. not a look. not a word. it was almost as if you were just a mirage, something that didn’t exist or that wasn’t interesting enough to deserve attention.

“don’t wait for me, i’ll be late.”

the door was slammed, silence set in, a silence that was cut off by your sobs. you were crying, more than you had ever done in your life. in your tears came all the frustration, the sadness but also the pain that a lost love could cause to an already weakened heart. your thoughts were black, blacker than the ocean after a hurricane, your mind filled with disarming memories.

two long minutes passed. the grey darken. you swallowed, holding back a trembling sigh that reflected your sorrow. with your eyes focused again on your stress-bit nails, you ignored him when he came out of the room with a bag on his shoulders. this scene was recurrent, so recurrent that it was certain you could play it in your head. knowing this, no ounce of surprise crossed your mind when he uttered that sentence. that damn sentence.

someone once said, “happiness is screamed, sadness is written.”

you had always known how to transcribe your emotions perfectly on the paper. however, today, for the first time in your life, you faced a writer’s block. the page was blank of words, not strong enough to describe what you were feeling. a page that was soon flooded with tears, the revenge of this sadness that had been held back for too long.

min yoongi had never been yours. not even for a second. you should have known this. it had been obvious. you should have known his heart belonged to music.

with each of the tears that wet the notebook, making the black ink drool, it permeated the immensity of paper until there was only one color left to the eyes of everyone.

the canvas had now become black.

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klassikally · 6 years ago

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Sirius black is an artist headcannon

Okay just listen up I 100% believe that Sirius Black was an AMAZING artist

It started when he was young and bored during his mandatory tutoring sessions that he was forced into as soon as he began to show signs of magic

At the beginning it was just random doodles here and there on the margins of papers, books anything he could get his hands on

Walburga hated it, stating that art was only made by the poor for the rich to enjoy and that art was most certainly not an acceptable hobby for the male heir of the black family or some bullshit like that

She did everything she could to stop him from drawing as a child from only providing him with quick quotes quills to making a scene of incendioing any small doodles she found

However she wasn’t the only one who noticed his talent his older cousin Andromeda gifted him a set of quills and paints enchanted to look like books for his 11th birthday as well as a notebook with an endless supply of paper

It was his first gift that he truly treasured and once he began to paint (first with watercolors) he felt so alive it was almost as if his magic ingrained itself into his artwork

Sirius had always seen things in his own way. He was able to find beauty in things that were ugly, familiarity in the strange and home in the foreign. This gift allowed his art to flourish and at the same time his art allowed him to show how he saw the world in a tangible way.

Once he got to hogwarts his subjects of painting were able to become so much lighter and more alive no longer was he confined to painting dark still life’s of random objects and corners of 12 Grimwauld Place

For a while he kept it a secret his mother’s dissaproval resounding in his head whenever he thought he had enough courage to show the boys, fearful that he would be labeled a “pounce” or something along those lines

But one day in third year he was studying alone with Remus and wasn’t able to help himself from sketching the boy, the way his hair was both messy and perfect at the same time, his skinny frame which could never seem to gain weight no matter how many cholocate frogs he ate and the way the pink raised lines crossed over the bridge of his nose, his freckles cheeks and sharp brow

Over the past few years his style had changed from mainly still life’s to scenes from hogwarts and creatures that he would find around the grounds

However he had also recently been drawing and painting portraits now using both watercolor and gouache paints he found himself sometimes sketching out and painting those who he spent most of his time with

He had a few of James some depicting him just lounging around the common room. Sirius’s favorite of him was the short sketch of his best friend flying, he had also painted a few of lily and the other Gryffindor girls giggling amoungst themselves, one of Peter red in the face after his first kiss (on the cheek) and even one of McGonagall her stern eyes behind her specticals

But there was no person who took up the pages of his sketchbook more than Remus Lupin. Some of the images were small deatailed studies others were quickly sketched as if he were trying to keep the moment forever

Nonetheless Remus saw the book that day but decided to keep quiet about it until the two got back to their dorm later that night James down at quidditch practice and Peters snores coming from behind the curtains of his bed

At first Sirius had slightly panicked when Remus confronted him but once the initial anxiety was gone and he handed the book over to Remus to look through he felt more pride in his talent than ever before the two of them staying up long into the night with Sirius finally being able to explain the art that he was making to someone else

Eventually James and Peter found out and Sirius realized that his fears were only fears the other two loved his work and eventually his trio of friends convinced him to not hide his work from the world any longer

Soon Sirius became known as the artist at hogwarts he would create banners for quidditch games, sell painted cards for Christmas and Valentine’s Day and even have his painting of the Gryffindor tower hung in the common room

Every year after that he was gifted supplies and canvases by his friends for his birthday and Christmas and they would know that if he wasn’t in class or pranking with the other mauraders that he could always be found in the studio that he’d created in the room of requirement

Over the years his art began to diversify he still did portraits and architcheure but soon it also began to turn a bit abstract the traditional style he’d come to teach himself mixing with line work and minimalism as well as different colors textures and ways of thinking

He also began to wear his work painting pairs of muggle jeans and dabbling in creating patches and designs on his leather jacket (gifted to him by James for his 15th birthday along with his first full pack of cigarettes)

Over time the boys began to understand that Sirius used the art to convey thoughts and emotions that he otherwise didn’t know how to articulate.

After holidays and really any interactions with his family his art would often be darker showing a glimpse of what all was going on in the black home

Sirius even came out through his art first to his muse, who to no ones surprise was Remus who choked up at the sight of the portrait of himself the first time he was able to really see his body and believe whenever he heard Sirius whisper that he was beautiful when he thought the other boy wouldn’t hear

During the summer holiday before his 6th year he would send small paintings to the other boy done silently at night in order to not be discovered by his mother

He had a small collection of unfinished canvases he had brought home to try and work on over the summer however one night kreacher found them and alerted Walbuga and Orion Black

The two saw this as their blood traitorous sons last straw cursing the boy and sending his work up into flames before blasting his name off of the family tree.

He only had enough time to grab his beloved sketchbook, jacket and set of paints before flooing to the Potters. Bruised, bloodied and covered in the soot of his artwork

After this his art turned even more dark the depression very evident, there was no longer likeness to anything in his work it was haunting to look at but no less beautiful the only other time the mauraders saw work even close to this was after ‘the prank’ that almost ripped them apart and sent Sirius into a month of isolation the previous year

Eventually it returned back to his semi normal style but it was never the same and as the threat of war grew during their last two years it seemed the young man was desperately trying to capture every happy moment he could with the family he had made at hogwarts

After graduating Sirius was one of many to join the Order in the fight against Voldemort. Despite the constant threat over their heads his art never stopped instead it was probably the one thing keeping him sane

He would sketch every single member of the Order no matter how much they did for the organization only painting in their picture if they died

He even secretly painted one for Regulus when the news of his death reached the order despite the fact that the two hadn’t spoken in over a year

Soon he felt he had too many painted portraits

When Remus was away on a long undercover mission with the werewolves he felt he could barely hold up his pencil or even draw a basic shape only creating one piece of art in the 3 months that his boyfriend was away

When Lily got pregnant his joy seemed to resume he gave the couple the collection of paintings he had done of her and them throughout the pregnancy when Harry turned 6 months

When his godson got a bit older his firsts gifts to the boy was a miniature broom (that to Lily’s dismay almost killed their damn cat) and a set of child safe paints that he and the boy would dip their fingers in and get more on the floors than the paper whenever he and Remus would babysit

He also did a painting of the boy around early October of 1981 and gifted it to the couple the same night that he and James had decided to actually make peter the secret keeper

On October 31st he had been painting in the cottage that he and Remus shared. All night he had felt a sort of dread and by 10pm he couldn’t take it anymore, his boyfriend out at a meeting with Dumbledore and he had been trying to finish a painting over the past several hours and only seemed to be messing it up more every minute

He decided to fly his bike to James and Lily’s place thinking that it wouldn’t be long and that he’d rather not apparate that night.

About an hour later he arrived to a dark and destroyed home his heart in his throat he stood for a second his mind not comprehending what had happened fast enough only to be woken from his trance by a cry that he knew to be his godson.

Rushing through the broken door his heart nearly stopped at the sight of James lying dead at the base of the stairs his eyes still open and glasses cracked.

Another cry made him pass the body of his best friend, his brother not before gently removing the spectacles and closing his friends eyes. He rushed up to the nursery only to find young Harry in his crib crying down at the body of Lily lying right before him. The paintings that he and Harry had made were still hanging from the wall

He was met at the door by Hagrid about an hour later after sobbing with Harry in his arms he had almost cursed the gameskeeper when he suggested taking harry before begrudendly deciding not to fight Dumbledore at the moment and planting one last kiss on his godsons head before letting Hagrid take him and the bike to Lily’s muggle sister

The next morning Remus Lupin trudged into the cottage that he and his boyfriend Sirius Black had once shared. He had just found out about the mans betrayall and watched him get dragged away after killing another of their friends

Upon entering the living room he saw a mess of paints and cloth two easels set up one with a painting of the Potter family the fucking bastard had some nerve and the other half finished the reference photo still charmed to float next to it

The other canvas no bigger than a textbook so far it was just their hands and faces his forehead was resting on top Sirius’s long black hair the other mans head resting on his chest both had small content smiles on their faces his eyes followed the brown sketch lines down to their hands collapsed together this was the last picture that the pair had taken together and was so lifelike the only difference is that there was a single golden ring on his second finger that he didn’t own.

That he had almost destroyed every piece of Sirius Black more times than he could count. His mind raced with different spells he could use the idea of waiting until the next full moon and destroying them as the wolf even came up once or twice

But he found himself unable and instead he just left he locked them all up and left them in the basement of their old house

The next morning he left everything behind besides the two final paintings and the sketchbook that held ten years of art that he couldn’t seem to let go of

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… Study for The Prayer Man. (Antigonish) … .. . Turnercolor Acrylic Gouache, Golden SOFLAT Acrylic, Montana Spray Paint, Posca Paint Markers on Paper. 14 X 17 Inches November 2022. . . . This is my original post for the work; This works was inspired by the poem the “Antigonish" by the American educator and poet, William Hughes Mearns, written in 1899. For some reason or another it lead me to the idea of In JFK lore, who is ‘Prayer Man’? . . . So I set my course to make this study on paper a life size painting. It had some qualities of modern painting that I fancy or admire. All most all of my work deals with formal issues, The Elements of art. “The seven most common elements include line, shape, texture, form, space, color and value, with the additions of mark making, and materiality.” ( Roxo, Justin. "Elements of Art: Interpreting Meaning Through the Language of Visual Cues". login.uproxy.library.dc-uoit.ca. Retrieved 2020-03-29.) The intellectual side of my painting, I reframe from using the word conceptual because of it’s seemingly deadpan over usage by the status quo, is more of a hodgepodge of thoughts an ideas. Mainly everything I create has it origins in autobiographical content. Some works reflect that directly and some works bury the content so deep it’s becomes some kind of personal joke that only I am privileged to know. Then enter my kids, Max is 9, Gabe is 7; when they decide they want to paint very little can stop them. I am very proud to be able to merge or inter mingle with them artistically. For one children can do anything they want, without fear of repercussion or being labeled UNWOKE. . . #modernartists #contemporaryartists #digitalartworks #abstractpaintings #abstractexpressionist #emerginartist #artoftheday🎨 #modernartwork #contemporaryartdaily #artforsalebyartists #digitalarts #digitalartistry #acrylicabstract #gouachepaint #spraypainting #Sennelier1887 #goldenpaints #poscaoficial #prismacolor #turnercolourworks #montanacans #jonrobertpetro #UNIT18LLC #www.jonpetro.com . . . . . . Haters gotta hate! (at UNIT 18 LLC) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl1T1yvAZsH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Oh gosh your art is so pretty!! What supplies do you use?

Why thankies~ but uh HO BOY i got a lot of crud so hmm

Canson Artist Series Drawing Book 8.5/5.5 in Cream- my main sketchbook, it’s super smooth and for me it’s the best paper for a combination for pencils and inks, markers bleed through and it cant hold water but i’ll live

Tombow Fudenosuke Brush Pen in Hard and Soft- my main inking things because they’re brush pens, dry quickly, and i can draw super small with them , they sell theses at Michael’s?? I’m not complaining but???

Pentel Pocket Brush Pen- i use this especially for large areas and paintings since the tombows suck so hard at that stuff though it takes a while to dry and it’s not waterproof

Copic Multiliners in Cobalt, Olive, Wine, and Sepia size 0.3- i hate liners in like full peices but i do love to line sketches with these

Micron size 0.1 in random colors- these are lighter thanthe copics so i usually just do really light sketches with these before the copic multiliners

Small Post-Its- just to cover and draw over mistakes

Kneaded Eraser- a moldable eraser I use to erase big areas lightly or super tiny spots

Artist Gum- a super soft crumbly eraser that isnt has harsh as a normal eraser

Prismacolor Premier Colored Pencils- yep those are colored pencils all right, i only use them on fully colored works

Prismacolor Col-Erase Pencils- i love sketching in color it’s great and wow these packs are cheep but also only use like. 5. Orange, Rose, Purple, Light Blue, and light green

Sakura Gellyroll Moonlight, Metalic, Soufflé, and Origanal White- i acsent everything with these, the white is good way to subtly hide stuff

Copic Markers Sketch and Ciao- i mostly use these to color in sketches but i have enough to make a full piece what am i doing. Also by Ciao sets at Michael’s. With a discount they get super cheep

Sharpie Highlighers- just another way to color sketches

ZIG Wink of Stella Glitter Brush Marker Pen in Clear- i never do this in sketches i post here but i love using it in random stuff

Strathmore 400 Series And Windpower Watercolor paper- Yep thats artist grade watercolor paper. The windpower is mostly for watercolor sketches

MEEDEB Watercolor Tin Palette- non name brand metal palette that works great for me and holds a lot of pans

Winsor and Newton watercolors- i have like eight because they’re stupid expensive but they good

Mijello Mission Gold Class Watercolors- bought the 36 set as a late birthday gift and they are great, super pigmented and smooth, they also dont granulate

Finetec Artist Mica Watercolors Metalic Gold- they great golds i should use them more

Princeton 1 wash and 4 round and Grumbacher ½ flat and 1 round- i dont know anything about brushes man they dont loose hairs so thats good, i block in colors in flat brushs than do details with rounds

Pentel Water Brushes in all four sizes also some random two in one flat waterbrush- Use these when on the go or dont have access to things of water

Lefranc and Bourgeois Fine Gouache in Permanent White- used to cover up mistakes, i often mix with my watercolors

Some make up bad my mom and I bought when we couldnt find a pencil case- i should get a new one with like pockets and stuff

Higgins Calligraphy Ink and another pental brush pen- gonna use this bad boy for intober this year!

ArtistLoft Circle Stencils in Small and Large Circles- one of the only artistloft products i will ever own because they are god awful but thats a rant for another day

Dr.Ph.Martin’s Hydrus Fine Art Liquid watercolors- crazy vibrant and staining but i dont use them as often since they are liquid and not very portable

Recollections Metalic Iridescent Glitter Shapes and Signature Chunky Glitter- sometimes add these to make a piece shine. do they sell those metalic ones anymore? I never see these at Micheal’s anymore and i have no idea where else this company sells things

Mod Podge- to stick the glitter chunks

Mr.Clean Magic Eraser- cleans my desk and palette beautifuly and helps keep them from staining

Strathmore Toned Tan Sketch Paper- maybe someday i’ll use this awesome paper more

Random rulers and junk- to rule things with an iron fist

This isnt even counting the stuff i hardly use, don’t be like me kids spend your money on video games or anime figures or something

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eggzy · 8 years ago

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I’m honestly just dying to write somethingggg -- I’d really love a mumu?? maybe just two of us or throw in another person?? it could be anything from apartment wing, college roommates... maybe the truman show???? or something supernatural maybe???

under the cut are the characters/faces in the mumu I’d be interested in playing.

IVAN BISHOP | janis ancens | 22-26 years old

his family has had money for decades bc they’ve always managed to deal with corrupt government officials and whatnot. the bishop family make profit off war/violence bc they sell weapons!! they tend to sell to both sides of wars, even if in secret!! plus, they deal with monster/creature hunters!!! bishop is a name known around the world for many things.

um he’s a perfectionist. has to be the best at everything. everything. he was head boy in the private boarding school he attended, president of whatever fraternity that rich young men like him get into the kind with bad hazing and shit, was president of his university’s SGA, has perfect grades and a perfect record!!! he strives to be the best and ambition has taken him far. he doesn’t just rely on his family but the name does open A LOT of doors for him

he’s very stoic but can charm the pants off people!! but he’s very manipulative in this, can often get people to do what he wants. he once had his whole fraternity turn against this kid on campus who was running against him for SGA… he’s got a real cruel streak. hope you never see it. ://

he’s like ALLLLMOST greysexual but he still likes the act of sex from time to time. its hard to catch him with his guard down. doesn’t have a good relationship with either of his parents. mother cheats while away at one of their many beach condos. father is absent, busy with work && hunting. he’s good at gaslighting ivan so, as you can imagine, the boy has some real daddy issues.

he has younger brother and sister who are twins!! his mother is a BICTH!!! she is not nice. not pleasant in the slightest!! but she’s really really good at hunting! maybe a witch??? haven’t decided where I want that to go lol

MALLORY LEWIS | nicola peltz | 21-23 years old

so mal is an only child and her young parents were very excited to have a girl, especially her mother. she was pretty much a tiny doll in her mother’s eyes. she was an only child and the woman saw her daughter as something to dress up and parade around rather than really take care of. so, unsurprisingly, she’s been to a decent amount of pageants, a few Ws under her belt, in fact.

her parents got divorced when she was three! the highschool sweethearts didn’t last but five years! and so she was never really close with her father because her mother monopolized her time. she grew pretty resentful towards him as she got older because of their lack of time together and because he never really tried to see her or get her away from her mother. after a while, her father didn’t even try to stay in touch. he helped a bit with expenses for a time but once he was remarried, there was no hearing from him.

mal was primarily raised by her mother who jumped from boyfriend to boyfriend and husband to husband!! when she was especially young, there were a lot of boundary lines that were blurred between her and her mother. she slept in bed with her until she was nine, she wouldn’t ever be far from her. her mother would get them matching outfits and she’d always do mal’s hair, make sure she was perfect, and she had to be exactly the way that her mother wanted her to be. no questions.

so being left alone with her mother and being groomed by her mother alone, she kind of became a mini version of her!! she didn’t care about anything other than getting what she wanted. men were tools. they were just bank accounts and pretty things to surround herself with. if she wanted it, she could get it – she knew what her appearance did to others, men especially. ever so manipulative, she has her own harem of men, ages all varying from twenties to sixties, that she spends her time with. she’s easily a homewrecker to a handful of relationships out there.

she relies on some of her daddies forreal though because between them and hustling, she can only resort to criminal acts to support herself!

the monsters she seen all her life!! she used to be very vocal about it but her mom put her in a institution one summer when she was 13 which really traumatized her so she does NOT talk about the shit she sees! NOT CRAZY!!

“GK” STARR | madison mclaughlin | 19-23 years old

my baby is like the human form of peach tea. is that weird to say? gk is a super sweetheart and most people genuinely like her when they meet her. she makes it easy, bc she’s bit of a pushover and people-pleaser so she gets walked on a lot. still learning how to stand up for herself!!

she’s an art freak. loves oil painting the most as that’s the one she’s more experienced with. learning how to use water colors and gouache just as well. wants to be graphic designer one day!!

with a short and small stature, most underestimate her, if not all who cencounter her. she is no impressive figure, by any means, so her goal of becoming a superhero seems farfetched to many. with the appearance of such fragility, gk attracts those who wish to protect without meaning to, often due to her size. her skin is very tanned with a decently clear complexion as she still struggles with acne and such. freckles are scattered across the bridge of her nose and over the tips of her shoulders. A dark mole is one of her most striking features, location just under her right eye.

gk is very friendly and very loud. so basically, one of those people who just makes themselves known, no matter the room they enter into. very much a people-person, loves to be in the company of anyone, even strangers. she’s extremely naive, so constantly people are using her for her powers, abusing her kindness and willingness to help. questions are constantly on her tongue, because she doesn’t know about anything and is so very curious! she’s not everyone’s cup of tea, that’s for sure – but she’ll never know unless you tell her upfront, she’s a bit oblivious at times.

gk stands for georgia katherine, so as you can imagine she’s pretty southern. her accent is thick like molasses!! her family moved here from louisiana about five years ago. it had been a tough move and she struggled for a bit, bc people aren’t always kind and the starrs aren’t necessarily well off. they’re barely pushing by, one might say.

TRENTON LEROY | chris wood | 20-25 years old

tw: child abuse, violence, mental illness

so like!! trenton is from lyon, france! he has a SLIGHT accent but its not strong anymore because he hasn’t been back to france in like ten years.

his mother and father are not married. he was born out of wedlock because his mother was his father’s mistress. the man left after the idea of trenton was even mentioned. he was a married man with hands in politics, he couldn’t afford to have this out.

so labeaux family paid off the leroy family, sending money every month to keep them quiet.

the leroy family is kind of a TRASHY family living in the countryside near lyon. it was just trenton, his mother, grandmother and uncle. a small family that lived on the checks sent by a man worlds away.

he adored his mother more than any person!! like almost an obsession!! but thats because out of that house, she was the only one to ever show him kindness. his grandmother and uncle both were quite unkind to him, blaming him for their misfortunes and taking out their stress. unfortunately, his mother left the family and ran off with a boyfriend. trenton was only seven at the time but the sense of loneliness and abandonment following her departure REALLY affected him in ways that weren’t good. and the abuse he took from other family members only pushed him further.

his father took an interest back into his life at age twelve, realizing that the boy was his only current heir. he quickly took the boy from that house and placed him into a boarding school in england to learn everything from ENGLISH itself to business and other ways of the world.

the setting wasn’t much better tbh!! he was mistreated by older kids for a while, bullied for a variety of things until he finally shot up between age 15 & 16. he really grew into his awkward limbs, a charming face to match!! it was a surprise to everyone that the awkward boy had transformed into that. trenton started to get attention he had never received before. and it delighted him. but he didn’t know how to handle it.

he began abusing his friends, girlfriends… anyone who was close to him. violence was the ONLY language he would ever be fluent in – his family made sure of that.

when he graduated, he was a shadow of the boy he once was. dark and twisted with desires that no good person should have. but still he passed it off like a charm, being the perfect son that his father had never wanted.

trenton was moved to highland springs and he lived there with his just father for a few years, learning the ways of the family business and politics.

but eventually everything got to him and he SNAPPED. the incident had him sent away once more but this time to a mental institution on the west coast. he was heavily guarded secret so no one really knew where he disappeared to. his father only claimed traveling the world.

FOX KINSLEY | matt hitt | 19-22 years old

ALCOHOLISM TW, DRUGS TW

okay so this is atticus fawkes kinsley!! he goes by fox because he hates those names and he’s bitter af towards his family right now.

his dad lost his dream job when fox was about ten or so and he took to the bottle and stayed with it. he wasn’t abusive or anything, just yelled sometimes. Mostly laid around the house, sulking. he’s attempted other jobs, but it always ends up with him fired because of a DUI or something. so that’s where fox got most of his lazy traits from

his mom is this SUPER ambitious woman who’s really great honestly but she really cares about how people view her. so witnessing her husband in the state he was in really embarrassed her?? that destroyed their relationship. she thinks pretty lowly of the man. they fought A LOT. after the man’s fourth DUI in two years, she left.

she tried to convince fox to come with her, but he refused. he didn’t like the idea of abandoning his father. they used to be really close once. :’) so she left seventeen year old fox as well and took his sister to live with her parents for a while.

fox and his father did okay for a year or so. it was a bit rough because he had to get a shitty job with shitty hours to handle the bills and stuff. because good ole dad was still just doing his thing, drinking himself silly and sleeping at the oddest hours. fox had to leave on his last year of high school, which at the time didn’t bother him. but now, he’s starting to regret that more and more.

he’s a stoner through and through. mostly just sticks to weed. he’s really sloping down that path towards harder drugs though so he wears long sleeves occasionally to cover track marks.

things started to get really shitty one late saturday night when he returned after a double at work to find the house empty. only a note from his father, detailing that he needed to find himself and work out his problems on his own, was left. it fucked him up.

the loneliness and desperation he’ll never forget. it’s been carved into his bones and burned into his skin. he’ll never forget that pain. and because of that, he’s very very bitter. he’s been going out and partying doing every drug you can imagine. trying to destroy himself for the past year. sick, unhealthy living.

he’s still working at the gas station, still manning the slushie machines even if he has no one to go home to. no one to teach him how to be an adult in the real world.

WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR:

maybe like more family members? mother/father... sister/brother??? rival family?? maybe some kind of sentient monster???? or like friends of either mal or ivan??

platonic to romantic relationships!

a partner that can put up with me and my work/lazy schedule! I’ve been dying to write and rps are just dwindling around here so they’re just not gonna cut it... but I’m determined to have this plot because I NEEEED the creative outlet.

#1x1 #1x1 rp #mumu rp #mumu plot #mumu roleplay #1x1 plot

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eggzy · 8 years ago

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under the cut are the characters/faces in the mumu I’d be interested in playing.

IVAN BISHOP | janis ancens | 22-26 years old

MALLORY LEWIS | nicola peltz | 21-23 years old

she relies on some of her daddies forreal though because between them and hustling, she can only resort to criminal acts to support herself!

“GK” STARR | madison mclaughlin | 19-23 years old

she’s an art freak. loves oil painting the most as that’s the one she’s more experienced with. learning how to use water colors and gouache just as well. wants to be graphic designer one day!!

TRENTON LEROY | chris wood | 20-25 years old

tw: child abuse, violence, mental illness

so like!! trenton is from lyon, france! he has a SLIGHT accent but its not strong anymore because he hasn’t been back to france in like ten years.

so labeaux family paid off the leroy family, sending money every month to keep them quiet.

he began abusing his friends, girlfriends… anyone who was close to him. violence was the ONLY language he would ever be fluent in – his family made sure of that.

trenton was moved to highland springs and he lived there with his just father for a few years, learning the ways of the family business and politics.

FOX KINSLEY | matt hitt | 19-22 years old

ALCOHOLISM TW, DRUGS TW

okay so this is atticus fawkes kinsley!! he goes by fox because he hates those names and he’s bitter af towards his family right now.

he’s a stoner through and through. mostly just sticks to weed. he’s really sloping down that path towards harder drugs though so he wears long sleeves occasionally to cover track marks.

he’s still working at the gas station, still manning the slushie machines even if he has no one to go home to. no one to teach him how to be an adult in the real world.

WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR:

maybe like more family members? mother/father... sister/brother??? rival family?? maybe some kind of sentient monster???? or like friends of either mal or ivan??

platonic to romantic relationships!

#mumu rp #mumu roleplay #1x1 rp #1x1 roleplay

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