#sailor mechanical pencil

[eggbunni]

Beauty shots of my current favorite mechanical pencils in my collection. 😍 They make me a better artist. 😏 … Just kidding. But they sure do look pretty and feel nice + premium to hold. 🤩

[urbanadventureleague]

My top three fountain pens for 2023, and a stationery year in review

From top to bottom: Kaweco Sport Brass, Pilot E95S, Sailor “Bridgestone” pocket pen A couple days ago I talked about my top three cameras for the year. I liked this approach, so I’m doing the same thing with my fountain pen collection. Over this past year I’ve upped my fountain pen game: After a few years of experimenting with cheapies (aka “starter” pens), I decided to get a few nicer ones. I…

[thelastlightningbug]

can people stop vaping already im sick of my stationery supplies being mistaken for vapes

[inkdrinkerworld]

Hey could I possibly request an Autistic! reader x Dealer! Remus where r shows affection through biting so they'll randomly come up behind rem as hes with a customer (Or James/Sirius) and just bite his shoulder but no where near hard enough to hurt and they just stand there like that and the other person with rem gets a little confused but Remus is just completely unfased because R will do this all the time if they get overwhelmed and just need to be around Remus but is way to overwhelmed to hug him

That probably made no sense but my lil autistic brain came up with it while reading your dealed rem fics :))

Your autistic brain has made this perfect blurb be born!! Thank you for requesting and feel free to send more autistic!reader x whoever you please

You'd been sketching on the sofa in the dispensary, mechanical pencil scratching against the paper as music blasted through your headphones.

It wasn't the first time that Remus had you sit in the quietest corner of the dispensary while he was selling, and every so often he'd throw his gaze in your direction smiling quietly to himself when he found you relaxed and drawing.

"Are you sure this is all I can get?" Remus hates when customers get like this. He's been straining a new type of weed and it'd been a selective process, not wanting to waste too much of it in the event that it didn't do well.

He'd limited it to 7 grams only. It was still a lot, but to seasoned smokers, not really.

"Yeah mate, m'not trying to send anyone to the hospital if they green out." The man nods, asking Remus another question that doesn't register to you.

You're just on your way to Remus, you've been stumped by your drawing and being stumped has led to a bit of overwhelm that you know just how to get rid of.

Your hand presses into the small of Remus' back as you sink your teeth into the crook of his shoulder. You don't bite him for longer than ten seconds, not hard either- there's just the slightest imprint of your teeth in his skin when you pull away.

Remus turns to you, a question on his face that he doesn't vocalise. He doesn't need to- you've been together so long and Remus has worked hard to learn all your cues so that when you don't want or can't talk, you don't need to.

You shake your head and he nods once, the man on the other side of him confused as to the entire interaction. "Sorry mate," Remus says when you're back on the sofa, pencil tapping against your lip.

"That doesn't break skin?" the man asks and Remus chuckles, placing the baggie in his hand and taking the money from his outstretched hand.

"No it's sound, see you next week?" The man takes the dismissal, taking his weed and leaving. Remus turns in your direction.

He mimes taking off one of the ears of your headphones. "Everything okay?" he asks when you do, eyes roving your face and then taking a peek at your journal.

There on the pages are a series of sirens, all from different angles. The body twisting one way, then the other, some are swimming upside down, others are laying on a rock lower body hidden as they entice a sailor.

"Yeah, was just stuck on something. It helps." He knows it does, so much so that he doesn't even check on the mark. You lean into him when he takes a seat beside you, pressing a kiss to the bitten shoulder.

"You know it's okay, dovey." he whispers, patting your head and feeling you preen under the action. "Doesn't bother me." you smile where your lips are pressed into his skin.

"Can I do it again?" you don't sound overwhelmed but Remus nods. Your teeth sink into the same spot, Remus strokes hair back into your braid, cheek pressing into your head.

When you pull away, there's a little line of dribble moving with you. Remus swipes it away with his thumb, kissing your forehead as he watches you fix your headphones back on and pick up your sketchbook again.

You start a new sketch, one of a superhero Remus has come to recognise as yourself, equipped with your pink headphones as all, laying on a sofa much like the one you're sitting on now with a cat Remus thinks is himself sitting on the arm near your shoulder.

He sits with you until another customer comes in, eyes flitting to you every couple of minutes he's away.

[trashcanplant]

Neighborhood Self Portraits

So I was thinking about how my kids would draw themselves, and thus!

Marnie is fine at drawing and probably has some old, but nice oil pastels she uses sometimes.

Grover is not good at drawing. He does stick figures. He always draws himself with the circle body though. He probably borrowed colored pencils from Penny or Jonesy.

Deirdre likes to draw herself on the board with chalk. She’s goofy, and her art is one of the only things she doesn’t care to organize or make perfect. It’s a nice coping mechanism for her.

Jonesy exclusively does crayon scribble. He has tried to get better and never will. So this is how his art will look! Forever! And he’s gotta accept that.

Paulette draws in pencil and sharpie! He gets self conscious about their fuzz so they never include it, and she isn’t good at drawing stars, so she does the flower shape for the tips of her antennae. If they were in the modern era, she’d 100% have the sailor moon art style.

Antoni, like most things he does in life, draws for fun and the mess of it. He starts with base shapes in Dandy’s nice markers and goes over it with a heavy pencil. I think his room probably has art supplies on the floor next to his skates and various games.

Minerva took portrait painting classes so she has a more painterly style. I took inspiration from Monet. She doesn’t think she draws good because she struggles with color differences.

Photoshop overlay layers who? Dr. Topps is Not good at drawing. He colors over images in textbooks with sharpie. He has a grand old time.

[watchingyouflytl]

Chapter 1: Nozomi Kasaki is Unlucky (Part 1)

“We appreciate your cooperation in making the graduation album.”

15 questions were printed on a handout passed out by her classmate during homeroom. They used the word “cooperation,” but her participation was being forced. Even now that she was in her third semester of her third year of high school, there had never once been a time when she had looked back on her middle school graduation album. Surely she would never look back on her high school graduation album either. Because, at the bottom of her heart, she didn’t care at all.

Natsuki lightly shook her head and looked out the window. Her hair, done up in a ponytail, had certainly grown compared to middle school. When the sunlight hit it, the damaged hair looked tinged all over with brown. Her face, indistinctly reflected in the glass, looked pretty good in profile. It was the special privilege of her seat being by the window, being able to look out of it whenever she wanted.

Resting her chin in her hands, Natsuki held down the handout with her right elbow. Stupid questions were lined up in a row.

Q5  What is a memory you can’t forget from your time in high school?

Q6  Who is your favorite teacher?

Q7  Which person do you think will definitely make it big in the future?

It was depressing to think whether she could answer all of these questions. However, turning it in blank would also feel awkward. Natsuki read on to the next questions, only moving her eyes.

Q12  What is your impression of your friends?

The moment she saw that topic, her gaze was naturally drawn to the back of the friend sitting in the seat diagonally in front of her. Straight black hair that reached her shoulders, to the white nape of her neck peeking through. Her navy-colored sailor uniform concealed her slightly-bent-forward back.

Mizore Yoroizuka is—as she thought just that far, Natsuki took out a mechanical pencil from her pen case. She and Mizore had been at the same middle school, but had only become friendly once they had entered high school. Unlike Mizore, who had been a part of the concert band since middle school, Natsuki was part of the group who had started in high school. It felt somewhat mysterious that Natsuki, who had been in the going-home club in middle school and hadn’t had a point of contact with Mizore, could now get along with her like this.

Inside Mizore’s school bag, hung on her desk’s hook, was her woodwind instrument, the oboe, within its black instrument case. It wasn’t one of the school’s instruments, but her own. Its price should have been close to one million yen. Among the instruments used by the concert band, the oboe fell into the rather pricey category. It was an instrument utilized by both concert bands and orchestras, but was also registered in the Guiness Book as “the most difficult woodwind instrument in the world”.

What would Mizore write down? She imagined her thin eyelids slowly rising and falling. Though she usually didn’t outwardly show her emotions, her lips abruptly opening into a smile. The white hand gripping her mechanical pencil moving to write down a single person’s name.—Nozomi Kasaki. The tidy words meant a friend in another class who wasn’t there at that moment.

Of course, this scene only existed in Natsuki’s head. She could only see Mizore’s back from this seat, and there was no way she could tell the contents of what she had written on her handout. Still, Natsuki was convinced that Mizore would write Nozomi’s name. That was because, to Mizore, Nozomi was a special person.

How would she herself capture Nozomi? She moved the mechanical pencil in her right hand as she thought of it.

Nozomi Kasaki is unlucky.

Looking at the sentence she had written, she laughed wryly, thinking she could never show this to the person she had written it about. Sliding her gaze further down, the next topic caught her eye.

Q13  What impression do you have of yourself?

I…

Upon writing this, her mechanical pencil stopped moving. What on earth was Natsuki Nakagawa? She couldn’t properly grasp the self that other people saw, nor the self that she saw.

Placing the mechanical pencil atop her desk, Natsuki exhaled deeply. Up until a little while ago, she had had a title. Vice president of the concert band. Bass part, in charge of the euphonium. But now that she had lost that, her very image of herself had become uncertain. By nature, she was no kind of leader. The self that had been relied on by someone was what her true self had been desperately trying to reach towards.

Natsuki Nakagawa is—. Was there someone out there, at this very moment, thinking that? Imagining it gave her a chilly feeling, so Natsuki violently pushed the handout into her desk.

Kitauji High School, where Natsuki attended school, was, as written in its full name, a public high school in Uji City, Kyoto Prefecture. In a time when blazers were becoming mainstream, it still had gakuran collared shirts and sailor uniforms as its uniform. Since it was said that more than a few students took the entrance exam for this uniform, this may have been its strategy.

Closing the buttons of her gray peacoat, Natsuki wrapped her predominantly purple and black check-patterned scarf over it. Since it was the third semester, her school bag was quite light. Classes were like a bonus alongside entrance exams, and were almost entirely close to self-studying. Before, she had brought a water bottle and towel for club activities, but they weren’t necessary anymore.

“Mizore, what are you doing today? Want to go home together? Or are you going to stay at school?”

In response to Natsuki’s inquiry, Mizore, who had been getting ready, turned around. Her black hair, without a wave in it, stretched along the length of her cheeks.

“I’m staying today. To practice.”

“I see.”

“Are you staying too, Natsuki?”

“No, no, what would I stay for?”

Even though she was different from Mizore. Mizore tilted her head with a puzzled expression at Natsuki, who had shrugged unconsciously, 

“Because you looked like you wanted to stay.”

“At school? No way. I wanna go home soon.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.”

Mizore’s long eyelashes rose and fell, and she lightly pursed her lips. Her slim hands were visible from the cuffs of her uniform. Her fingers were long. They could even play piano. They could even play the oboe. These hands were beloved by the god of music.

Placing her school bag on her shoulder, Mizore looked out the window. The hazy gray altostratus clouds covered the entire sky like a filter. Mizore pointed to the rays of light leaking from between the gaps between clouds with an expressionless face, saying,

“It’s glowing, over there.”

“Yeah?”

“Like a spotlight.”

“Ah—maybe.”

“I could almost catch it and eat it.”

“Eat what?”

“The light.”

Saying this, Mizore faintly relaxed her cheeks. Had that been her idea of a joke, or else, had it been genuine words? Keeping her hands on the back of her chair, Natsuki shifted her weight from her right foot to her left foot for no reason.

Mizore often made crazy statements, but it never felt as though she did so with the intent to trouble or startle the other person. Surely everything was connected in her head. Though there were many things that Natsuki couldn’t properly grasp the meaning of.

“Ah, there you are! Good work today, you too!”

Two female students had turned up at the door at the front of the classroom. One was Yuuko Yoshikawa. She had been in the trumpet part, and had been the president of the concert band. She had a rowdy, yappy personality and was, at any rate, strong-willed. Though she had some meddlesome parts, that had been one of the reasons she had been evaluated as an ideal club president.

Next to her was Nozomi Kasaki. She had been in the flute part and had quit the concert band once in her first year of high school, and had come back again in the summer of her second year. A cheerful personality, and highly cooperative. She was well-known, with many friends.

The four of them, Natsuki, Yuuko, Nozomi, and Mizore, were from the same Minami Middle School. Three of them aside from Natsuki had been a part of the concert band since middle school.

“Mizore’s going to stay behind today.”

As Natuski pointed towards Mizore, Yuuko responded, “I see,” disappointedly. Nozomi slightly narrowed her eyes.

“Lessons?”

“Yes.”

Mizore nodded. Possibly becoming restless, her hand had touched her bangs several times. When she spoke with Nozomi, Mizore appeared to sparkle more than usual. That may have been because of her wide-open eyes, or because of her excitement making her complexion better.

“That’s right, exams are just around the corner,” muttered Nozomi, as though she were thoroughly reflecting on it. Unlike Natsuki and the others who had already been accepted to the same university, Mizore would be taking the entrance exam for a college of music.

“Mizore, good luck!”

Mizore nodded gently at Yuuko’s thrust-out thumb.

Natsuki didn’t really know what kind of studying was necessary to take the entrance exam for a college of music. The option to choose a college of music had never been one for her from the start. Even if they were in the same concert band, there were those who picked colleges of music and those who didn’t. Natsuki watched and compared Mizore and Nozomi as they faced each other, wondering where that boundary was.

“What?”

Nozomi had noticed her gaze and turned toward her. Her ponytail, tied at a high position on the back of her head, was something of her characteristic feature. She had had the same hairstyle since middle school.

“No, I was just kinda looking.”

“What’s up with that.”

With a fed-up face, Nozomi burst into cheerful laughter. From the gap between her short bangs, she could see the ends of her eyebrows faintly falling.

“Come on, don’t just stand here talking, let’s get going soon.”

Natsuki responded obediently to Yuuko’s command. It was something like a deeply ingrained habit from their concert band days. Yuuko was the president, and Natsuki was the vice president who assisted her. Those around them thought of them as a set, and Natsuki herself didn’t hate being treated that way.

After that, once they waited for Mizore to bundle her coat in her arms, the four of them left the classroom behind. Heading down the hallway, they split up into three and one as they reached the stairs. Natsuki and the others waved and saw Mizore off as she walked in the direction of the music room.

Mizore’s navy-colored sailor uniform was sucked into the deep-green depths of the hallway. Natsuki waited until she was completely out of her line of sight, then pulled on the cuffs of her own coat.

“Phew, just looking at Mizore makes me feel nervous.”

In response to Yuuko’s words mixed with a sigh, Nozomi asked, “Why?”

“Because it’s almost exam time. I want her to get accepted.” 

“Are you Mizore’s parent or something?”

Yuuko pouted, “I’m not, though?” at Natsuki’s unintentional interjection.

As they came down the stairs, Natsuki slid her finger along the rail. Nozomi’s ponytail, on the top of her head in front of her, was swinging like a metronome.

“Well, I definitely can’t say this in the classroom, but we don’t have any entrance exam nerves.”

Yuuko also nodded and replied “Yeah” to Nozomi’s spilled words. In a classroom colored by the entrance exam mood, those in the position of Natsuki and the others were out of place.

Natsuki remembered how she secretly listened to music during self-study time to fight off the boredom, the recollection of her behavior causing her to scratch the back of her head.

“It can’t be helped, the others are fully in entrance exam season.”

“How are you spending your time, Natsuki?”

“Just lazing around as usual. And you, Nozomi?”

“I’m doing a lot.”

“A lot, huh.”

Being evasive with her words there must have some hidden meaning. Beside them, Yuuko snorted, “You two are being cowardly.”

“So if you’re saying that, Yuuko-san, are you possibly doing something?”

Yuuko quickly got on the bandwagon with Natsuki’s intentionally rude wording phrased as politely as possible.

“Ohoho, a little tea and ikebana.”

“Liar.”

“Why, there’s a chance I could be doing that!”

“The way you’re saying it, you’re definitely not doing that.”

“Well, it’s true that I’m not.”

“So you’re admitting it.”

“Unlike you, Natsuki, my heart is straightforward. I properly admit what I need to.”

“You’re an idiot.”

Nozomi stopped the seemingly unending exchange of words as a mediator with a “Now, now”. Conversations with Yuuko becoming an empty verbal catch-ball was something that always happened. Joking conversations didn’t need her to unnecessarily worry about anyone, so they were easy.

Nozomi laughed as though she were fed-up. Because she had been following her back without thinking anything, Natsuki didn’t notice the stairs had stopped. The feeling of floating that stuck to the bottom of her shoe gave her a chill. But that was only momentary, and her feet properly touched the ground. Putting on a face that made it seem as though nothing had happened, Natsuki kept an eye on the other two. She worried that they had seen her do something embarrassing, but it didn’t seem as though either had noticed.

Changing their shoes at the entrance, they left the school gates behind. On the way, Yuuko said, “Wait,” and crouched down on the side of the road to re-tie her shoelaces.

“You should’ve gone with loafers,” said Nozomi. Unlike Natsuki and Yuuko, who changed between sneakers and loafers depending on their mood, Mizore and Nozomi were always loafer-wearers.

“But I like these sneakers. I have to wear them a lot by graduation.”

Yuuko stood up and stretched her legs as if to show off. Her pink sneakers had thick soles, a design that wasn’t fit for gym class.

“Speaking of, what are we going to do for the concert band graduation trip? Last year’s senpais apparently went on a ski trip.”

To the left of Natsuki, who had broached the topic, was Nozomi, and to her right was Yuuko, lined up and walking beside her. When the four of them were together they often walked in rows of two and two, but they always walked in one line when it was just three. However, when the three included Mizore, they always ended up split between two people and Mizore. It wasn’t because she was being cut out. Mizore was just the kind of girl who tended to want to be alone.

“It’ll cost a lot if we went too far away, so how about Mie or somewhere? Iseshima.”

In response to Yuuko’s suggestion, Nozomi cried out, “Ahh, so nostalgic! We went there for my elementary school class trip.”

“We went to the aquarium, the hot springs, the theme park.”

“That’s great. Once all the entrance exam dates are over would be best, right? The end of March or sometime.”

“I want to see a dugong.”

As she said this, Natsuki realized that she had hardly any memories of her own time in elementary school. She could remember that they had gone on a school trip. She could also remember going to the aquarium, and that she had bought a mascot character piggy bank. However, she had no memories of who she had been there together with at the time. Because she hadn’t cared about most of the people in her classroom, their faces and names were both blurry. And she had never once been inconvenienced by it.

She wondered if she would forget even more things once she became an adult, since it was like that during her time in high school now. Wouldn’t that be the best? she secretly thought. She wanted to forget all the bothersome things right away, and only remember what had been fun. The things and people she liked, those were the things she wanted to spare her brain’s resources for.

“Well, we can do all sorts of things once Mizore’s accepted.”

“It’s not decided that she’ll get accepted, though. There’s people who take another year.”

“You don’t have to worry so much, Nozomi, what will be will be.”

Nozomi, in response to Natsuki’s words, vaguely trailed off with, “It’s not like I’m worried…” At the end of her averted gaze were tired-looking weeds that someone had trampled on.

“Can’t Mizore’s entrance exams hurry and end soon? Then we can all go hang out a lot.”

“Where do you want to go, Yuuko?”

“To karaoke.”

“We’re always going there.”

“Yeah, with you, though? Not that, the four of us.”

“Mizore doesn’t really sing. She’s always hitting the tambourine, that girl.”

Natsuki’s mouth naturally loosened remembering the post-Nationals party for only the third-years. Mizore wasn’t the type to show her feelings outwardly, but that didn’t mean she didn’t express the feeling of having fun either.

“Ah, I have somewhere I want to stop by today.”

Natsuki pointed to the other side of the crosswalk as they approached the intersection. Yuuko slightly tilted her head.

“Where are you stopping by?”

“I’m going to buy a CD.”

“Ahh, was today the release day for your favorite band’s album?”

“Yep, yep.”

“What’s it called? I’m pretty sure it was Angkor Wat or something…”

“It’s Antwerp Blue.”

Natsuki immediately corrected Yuuko’s mistake. Antwerp Blue was a four-person rock band that had recently had a major debut. They had been a two-person male-female twin guitar unit during their indie days, but had added a bass and drums on the occasion of their major debut. Recently, their achievements had been remarkable, such as being responsible for the theme song in a movie.

“You should just buy it and download it online.”

Natsuki shook her head at Nozomi, who didn’t get it at all. “I want to properly buy it at a store. Reserve it, then pick it up the day it’s on sale. It’s an event connected all the way up to the excitement of peeling off the film.”

Yuuko made some agreeable responses to Natsuki’s impassioned speech with an annoyed-looking face. It was a face that seemed to say she didn’t understand, no matter how many times she heard it.

“See you tomorrow, then.”

“Bye-bye.”

The two of them waved and parted from her, and Natsuki walked off towards the shopping mall. Her strides were much bigger when she walked alone compared to when she walked with someone else. She loved walking without having to pay attention to anyone. She loved being alone. But it was a little sad to always be alone.

She walked with her legs wide apart on the inner side of the guard rail. Following the passing cars with her eyes, Natsuki took her earphones out of her pocket and fit them in her ears. Pressing the play button, the guitar melody beginning to sound. The powerful male vocalist’s singing voice almost like a roar. She thought it was a song that was a condensation of “cool”. It was a song from Antwerp Blue’s indie days.

For a long time, Natsuki had loved intense music like punk and rock. Well-mannered classical music was boring, and she felt it wouldn’t be compatible with her. However, her view on that kind of thing had changed since she joined the concert band. She herself didn’t really know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

At the start, Kitauji’s concert band had been weak. Though there were a lot of members, competitions had felt more like a commemorative participation, and there hadn’t been much of a custom of practicing. That had been changed entirely in Natsuki’s second year. A music teacher had come from another school and become their new advisor, and in his first year, he’d produced the magnificent result of taking them to Nationals. Kitauji had accomplished an overnight entry into the ranks of the powerhouse schools, and had left the result of gold at the Kansai Competition in its second year.

She herself also thought that it had been a unique club experience. It was a rather rare case to go through the same school’s weak era and powerhouse era. Kitauji when it had been weak, and Kitauji after it became a powerhouse school. And in those tossed in that interval, the club members who had quit.

When she remembered that time, Natsuki felt unsettled deep within her chest. They were bad memories. She didn’t want to think about them as much as possible. She wanted to pretend nothing had happened, just to gaze upon the outward appearance of her fulfilling student life. However, she also knew that was impossible.

The swaying sensation of her own ponytail, which she felt every time she took a step. That would, no matter what, remind her of Nozomi’s figure. Natsuki stopped where she stood, noticing that the music coming from her earphones had paused.

The January wind pierced Natsuki’s cheeks. Natsuki lightly closed her eyes as she kept her cold hands jammed into her coat pockets. The entire structure of the world seemed to feel somewhat suspended. Only the outline that shaped her was distinct, while everything else became blurry, like it was someone else’s problem. It had been like this for a long time. An alienated feeling, like she alone had been forced out of the world.

When she had had club activities, she hadn’t had to think about this. She didn’t know a meaningful way to use the time she had suddenly been given, and now had too much time on her hands. She didn’t know how to fill the large hole that had opened up in her heart.

Even though there should have been so many things she should be doing for her future, she disliked doing what was good for her.

I don’t want to become a respectable adult.

That statement was in one of Antwerp Blue’s lyrics. When she had been in middle school, Natsuki had strongly related to it. She didn’t want to become anything that had the word respectable stuck to the beginning of it, nor did she want to become an adult.

Lifting her eyelids, Natsuki exhaled deeply. The breath that spilled from her lips was white, and she sensed the fact that it was winter.

Very soon, her life in high school would end.

Peeling off the film that covered the case, she took out the donut-shaped CD. She put it in the player and pressed the play button. The lyrics card inside the case was a booklet with a design that reflected the concept of this album. The words Antwerp Blue, written in big letters. Giving it a glance, Natsuki sprawled onto her bed.

Soon after Natsuki had finished her shopping and came home, she had withdrawn to her bedroom. The room that had been assigned to her was a six-tatami-mat bedroom bright with the setting sun on the second floor of her two-story house. Her light-blocking curtains were gray, and her bed and carpet were black and white. In this room unified by monotone, only specific parts conspicuously stood out with their color. For example, the headphones on the side of her component stereo were purple, and the guitar hung on its stand was brown.

The light male vocalist’s singing voice filled the room. Curling up on the bed, Natsuki closed her eyes. Though she had once loved this singing voice in the past, she found herself becoming less and less drawn to it. The music video that had been uploaded to a video website had a bright finish, and was clearly different in its atmosphere than it had been in the past.

Pressing her cheek into the pillow, Natsuki sank into an ocean of memories. Her feeling that Antwerp Blue had changed wasn’t one that had come recently.

Last December, she had been shocked when she had seen the vocalist giving a forced smile on a variety show. He had appeared to promote the movie with the theme song that he’d been in charge of, and was challenging himself to a quiz on a team with an actor. The vocalist’s airheaded personality had apparently made him popular, and recently he was standing out with solo appearances on TV. The band’s work had clearly increased. The fans also increased. But still, somewhere was a part of her that couldn’t accept that.

What an ego of hers, to say that she liked them better during their indie days. She understood that. Because it was undeniable that the band members were now eating much better now.

The sound of the sticks hitting the cymbals, the resounding melody of the guitar, the vocalist’s bright singing voice. Last year, the song that had been chosen as the movie’s theme song had been a big change in style from everything up until now.

It was indeed pop, and she’d felt it was a song that would sell the moment she listened to it. Currently, it was Antwerp Blue’s best hit song. Natsuki herself didn’t hate it. But she still couldn’t come to love it.

“...Hah.”

How stupid of her, she thought, rumpling her own hair on top of her bed. It wasn’t even as though she’d been asked to love it.

Natsuki energetically got off her bed and stood up, pressing the CD player’s stop button. Silence came to the room as the vocals were cut off. Pulling off the elastic that tied her hair up, Natsuki violently shook her head.

Right next to the CD case displayed on her shelf, there was a photo frame given to her by her kouhais. On the wooden frame were drawings of Natsuki’s favorite bear mascot character. She had been told by her kouhais to “please display your favorite photo,” but in the end, she hadn’t put in any photos. There were a lot of memories that she wanted to cherish. However, she didn’t know which she should pick.

Taking the empty photo frame in her hand, Natsuki gave a short groan. Instead of thinking of this or that, it would be quicker to just prepare a photo to display from now.

“So, for that reason, karaoke? There’s got to be something better!” shouted Yuuko from the top of the sofa, gripping her mic. Karaoke places on Saturdays had a higher price setting when compared to weekdays. Even so, using “free time” meant that for around 1,000 yen they could kill time from 10:00 to 7:00, so it was a place that poor students were grateful for.

“It’s your turn next, Yuuko.”

“Hmm, what should I put on next.”

“Want to take a break?”

“Sure. I’ll get some juice. What do you want, Natsuki?”

“Lemon squash.”

“Gotcha.”

In the middle of Yuuko opening the door, the rowdy singing voices from the room next door suddenly poured into the room. When the door was closed, the narrow rectangular room once again became an isolated space. Though it should have been connected to the rest of the world, only the music flowing from the speakers sounded overly pronounced. 

Tilting her empty glass of juice, Natsuki crunched the ice with her back teeth. Going to karaoke with just Yuuko had already become a regular event. When they had been in the club, their few days off had meant they only went once a month, but now they could go as much as they wanted. Their free time had increased, but their financial circumstances had become somewhat more severe.

“Here, your drink, Natsuki.”

“Thanks.”

Yuuko placed the glass she had brought from the drink bar on top of the table as she returned. Natsuki usually drank cola or lemon squash, but Yuuko often chose apple tea or Earl Grey or something with black tea.

Taking off her short black boots, Natsuki sat cross-legged on the sofa. Her legs, extending from her short denim pants, were wrapped in red colored tights. Yuuko, sitting next to her, had on gray knee-high socks.

Natsuki’s preferences in clothing were largely influenced by her favorite bands. She wanted to be cool rather than cute, and liked vivid colors over pastel colors. She loved damaged jeans and leather shirts, and she also wanted to dye her hair someday.

On the contrary, Yuuko preferred neat-and-tidy kinds of fashion. That was because the senpai she had admired back in their concert band days had dressed like that. She liked clothing with ribbons and frills, and tastefully picked up fashionable accessories.

Yuuko, when looking at Natsuki’s appearance, often laughed over her “flashy clothes,” but to her, her girly clothes were very flashy. She herself could never wear them.

“If only Nozomi had been able to come too.”

“She did say she was going out with friends.” Natsuki murmured with sincerity. Nozomi, who hated boredom, usually wanted to immediately make plans. She apparently felt as though days off without plans were a waste.

“We couldn’t invite Mizore either,” Yuuko said with a sigh.

“Next week’s her entrance exam, after all.”

“Ahh, I’m getting restless!”

“What’s the point of you getting restless?”

“Not that it matters, but I can’t say that I’m getting restless to Mizore herself.”

“Well yeah, that’s right.”

“My stomach huuuurts.”

“She herself seems to be fine, though. The only ones who mind are those around her.”

Mizore Yoroizuka was that kind of person, thought Natsuki. Yuuko wanted to meddle and take care of everything, but Mizore was tougher than Yuuko thought.

Placing her cup of black tea on the desk, Yuuko turned her whole body to face her. Her elegant way of sitting with her knees together showed how good of an upbringing she had.

“Natsuki, you say those kinds of things when Mizore’s not around, right?”

“Those kinds of things?”

“I don’t know how to say it, but words that are a bit harsh to Mizore.”

“I’m harsh to everyone.”

“Well, I guess so.”

Yuuko moved her lips incomprehensibly as though she wanted to say something. Her eyelashes, which firmly faced upward, further asserted the fact that she was dissatisfied.

“Guess it can’t be helped, you’re on Nozomi’s side, Natsuki.”

“Then, you’re on Mizore’s side, Yuuko.”

“Of course.”

“So you’re admitting that yourself, are you.”

Natsuki forced a smile with her back slumped. The tip of her ponytail tickled the nape of her neck.

Nozomi Kasaki and Mizore Yoroizuka. Natsuki didn’t know how to express their relationship in words. Of course, she loved both Nozomi and Mizore. They were precious friends, and they were fellows who had experienced the same summer in the concert band.

However, on the other hand, Natsuki had some awareness that Mizore was hard for her to deal with. Completely unrelated from likes and dislikes, it was a bitter feeling that simply existed in isolation.

“Anyway, I just want Mizore to be rewarded.”

Rolling the mic in her hand, Yuuko slightly lifted the ends of her feet.

“That girl’s always been giving it her all. I want those types of kids to be rewarded for it.”

“Even Nozomi’s been giving it her all, though.”

“It’s a different kind of giving it your all when it comes to Nozomi and Mizore.”

“I kind of get what you mean by that.”

“Right?” sniffed Yuuko. Changing her crossed-leg posture, Natsuki sat with one knee up. Reaching out, she grasped the wet surface of the glass’s rim. The water droplets that had fallen on the table left traces behind. Natsuki stared at the drops of water that shone like jewels. Reflected memories of the past played quietly within their transparent membranes.

*

[commanderfloppy]

I did @silvesi 's Art timeline thing, was a lot of looking through old notebooks but it was pretty fun!

Crazy to see how long ago certain art periods in my life were, and how I improved through the years!

Transcript now below the cut (Becuase my writing is probably a bit hard to read)

Cesco’s Art Journey

2009-2022 

2009-10: 8-9 yr/o

I loved old cartoons and made Looney Tunes style comics with OC’s like; Tom the Cat, and the Cartoon Law Police.  

Favorite things to draw: Dragons, Secret bases, Comics

2011-12: 10-11 yr/o

Anime influence sets in, I start defining the head from the neck. I got really into MLP and drew a lot of that. Also made my half-fairy half-witch mechanic OC. 

Favorite things to draw: Ponies, My New OC, Sailor Moon

^ B.D. Before Deviantart (Dating for Art during this period may not be accurate) 

Deviant Art Era: 

2013: 12 yr/o

Anime style gets even more set in. Bodies become more proportional, heads less dorito shaped. My Gw2 art started a little here. I also made more (Self-insert) OCs. 

Favorite things to draw: Gw2, Anime Girls

2014: 13 yr/o

Got a tablet and started some digital art. A lot of Warriors art because I had written a fanfic, (and ran a Cinderpelt/Heart ask blog). Also got a blender pencil and learned how to shade

Favorite things to draw: Warrior Cats, Anime, Mermaids, Cat People.

2015: 14 yr/o

SO Much Art this year! Probably related to my realization I could draw people who were not white (like I was). A lot of new OCs, also the start of my Splatoon Phase. No digital art (It got lost :( ) 

Favorite things to draw: All my New OCs! Inklings. 

A.D. After Deviantart v 

2016: 15 yr/o

Splatoon phase is in full force now. My style moves away from anime as I focus more on facial features (Drawing noses my beloved). I realized I was gay and so were my OCs, (thank you Undyne Undertale). Also got really into Star Wars again (thank you Clone Wars) 

Favorite things to draw: My Inkling OCs, Undyne, Ahsoka, My Cat and Rabbit OCs (Tajiri and Alkita) 

2017: 16 yr/o

OCs Galore! Now with stories! I made SO Many new OCs this year, my universe of elves, gay royals, a magical girl and magical boy. Things also got very gay and trans this year. I humanized my Splatoon OCs because I phased out of that. 

Favorite things to draw: Elves, Mira and Lillian (Splat OCs), Gay and Trans people (a new constant in my art) 

2018: 17 yr/o

Made a whole new roster of Monster OCs for a (hypothetical) dating sim. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles hyperfixation comes back with a vengeance, but drawing turtles is hard so I make a human AU (no set era, an amalgamation of all versions + my own characterizatoins) This is also the start of some Floppy drawings in my sketchbook 👀?

Favorite things to draw: Human TMNT, Monster OCs, Monster High characters. 

2019: 18 yr/o

Even more TMNT and Monsters, though things start to slow down and most of my sketches are in my school sketchbook. 

Favorite things to draw: Human TMNT, Monsters, Made up gods and Mythologies. 

2020: 19 yr/o

Was simultaneously a Very bad and Very good year for art. Lots of finished pieces for my Portfolio, but also a lot of Struggle. Started my Gw2 blog though!

Favorite things to draw: Portfolio Lockdown year. (Gw2 OCs?) 

2021: 20 yr/o

This year was rough at the start, I think this blog is what kept me going. It was nice to have an outlet to talk about OCs (No longer trapped in Google Docs) 

Favorite things to draw: Can you guess?

2022: 21 yr/o

This year has also been a rough one, but one again I am happy to have this blog as an outlet. Things have definitely gotten more active here, especially with all the Rp events! So here’s to 2023 being even better!

Favorite things to draw: My gay ass plants 

[magicmetalblog]

What’s inside my pencil case?

No sponsorships. No affiliate links. 

Some sustainable options, some really freaking not. Most of these have been legitimate game changers. 

From left to right:

Pentel pocket brush pen I've had this for years. It's practical but not water resistant unless you refill it with pigment-based fountain pen ink.

Sakura Gelly Roll Not my favourite pen but good in a pinch/on the run. If I'm home and need white ink, I would rather use a dip pen in Daler Rowney FW acrylic ink because it's MUCH more opaque and water resistant and not a single use plastic pen. I do not recommend this pen. 

Isograph .20 technical pen. Imagine microns but sans felt tip and infinitely refillable. A bit of an investment but worth it in the long run. mircon prices are out of this world and also single-use plastic.

Not Tuff Stuff?? Used to be called the Tuff Stuff eraser but then got discontinued. Now called the Factis BM2 Mechanical Eraser but I still call it Tuff Stuff because I can't seem to remember the new name until I'm staring at refills in the store. It's the best. It's so much thinner and stronger than a normal mechanical eraser. Changed my life.

Sailor Pro Gear Slim Shikiori 14K The galaxy pen. My daughter. Available in a bunch of colours. The Pro Gear Slim is an """entry level""" gold nib fountain pen. Got it for the price of two switch games and haven't needed to buy a pen since. Also, it always writes. You can fill it with any colour of fountain pen ink you can imagine (clean between colours). Sensory HEAVEN. Mine's inked with Sailor Manyo ink in Sumire.

MUJI wooden mechanical pencil 0.5mm I like this mechanical pencil that's not too long. I'm normally a 0.7 person because I press too hard but I dig it. The wood feels sooooo nice in my hand.

Staedtler 0.5mm pencil lead. 'nuff said.

Pentel Ain eraser.  Works a bit better than Staedtler Mars for me and is smaller so it runs out before it can get hard and crusty.

Whiper Mr correction tape. I like it because it doesn't take up as much space as other correction tape. I don't use it much but I like knowing that if I need to replace the correction tape, I can at least only buy a refill instead of replacing the whole thing. I wouldn't argue that it's sustainable since it still uses plastic tape but hey, it's the lesser of evils in a rare pinch.

I also have a beat up 15cm/ 5" plastic ruler I've had since getting it in my middle school geometry kit. not pictured because I forgot it at home: generic water brush pen.

Everything but the Gelly Roll can be refilled, which I prefer for both the planet and my wallet. I used to be averse to investing in supplies that cost a bit more upfront but very slowly saving up for a splurge has proven to be pretty economical in the long-run.

| my main art blog is @magicmetalbird​ |

[lamentingocean]

(♡Here we go, everyone♡)

shifting between realities is a dangerous subject and task to work on. I've come to a exception that not only is the world fucked up with people with good hearts suffering more in this toxic soaked world. I was a young girl living a mix between a good/terrible childhood,

I was a logical kid back then. the toxic waste spilled on my little kid girl body manifested through my personality and body. I was a bully only to fend off people's negativity dispite of my own.

I was writing. being the head of an anime club, a writing committee, and a party committee. normally, people would be friends with me for their own will. they want to be friends with me for discount for parties, it doesn't work that way. It's how the world works and how logic is thrown away in the window of every brain cell of every human on this earth.

I smashed my mechanical pencil into my desk, and the led accommodated the wood, creating a mark, I go on my pink colored phone:

hundreds of discord messages, family messages, tumblr notifications, tiktok likes and comments, and amino notifications.

A knock startled me as it was from my door. across my room was anime merch from various animes that had been watched.

Sword Art Online, Demon Slayer, Sailor Moon, My Hero Academia.

the door creaked, and my mother's beauty struck me as the silence broke shattered when my mother's voice broke it in the first place.

"it's time for you to see someone. and don't get mad at this. Trust me."

Walking in the fancy halls of my home,all I could think about was: Who is it? Is it my childhood friend? Did my sister come and see me? maybe it's a surprise? maybe it's a person I like? the overthinking process overfill my mind. Why would I be mad?

All I saw was a bloody stab of dispair. And it slapped me. It was him. the person that shot my memories of that incident that inflicted and affect me upon my life.

Jayden.

I still remember his name like a 1990 tape, on repeat, glitched. it was him in my very own amber eyes.

"Hi..."

the awkwardness in the living room is like getting crushed to death by the same thing. all there was is just quiet breathing. If only it wasn't alive.

"You two need to talk it out upstairs. good thing his parents allowed you two to talk to each other."

my anger flares like a burning house full of innocent people, we both walked together upstairs while I couldn't think right because of the amount of anger I have. the facade was slowly breaking into nothing but murderous anger.

He didn't say anything. He had guilt for what he's done to multiple people other than myself. his bullying was for intended, and it wasn't on accident. isn't it terrifying to get yourself destroyed by the path to vengeance? it's terrifying to have a good heart in this world. I had a good heart, but it was getting close to breaking down. I was clenching my fists. I got close to breaking down with the atmosphere of his guiltyness.

"Listen. I'm so sorry for what I did to you back then.."

I didn't answer. my heart was getting crushed with the feeling of tears. I was still so angry at the bleeding wound back then, and now it's camouflaged with my skin. forgive and forget wasn't an option.

A knife spawned in my hand, and the anger turned to both burned and happiness in an instant, I stabbed his face in. spilling blood from his face.

It was all a detailed written and memorized dream.

I woke up. 12am in the nightsky, tears were randomly in my face, dreaming like that means a paranormal subject or spirits coming in contact with your mind. it's a ability of there's.

I see a figure in the back, a long black figure in the outskirts of my room's walls. It's the same body shape as HIM.

My anger calmed as I stood up. not being affected or terrified by what I have been seeing by entire life, from waking up to it and being scared.

"So what? Are you just gonna stand there and find an attempt to scare me?"

it stood there.

"You're not gonna take control of my damn life. Jayden and not from you taking his appearance as well!"

stood there once more like a stiffed hanged man.

I cried even more.

"I DONT WANT TO FUCK UP MY LIFE FOR COMMITTING MANSLAUGHTER! IM NOT LETTING MY ANGER CONTROL ME JUST FOR VENGEANCE TOO!"

I closed my amber eyes, and it disappeared. I apply myself to my bed. I went back to sleep despite the shower of truamatic memories.

(And there it goes! next is a horror story of the main rotmd cast! so what do you guys think? Does this even count as rotmd? I'm just gonna add the tags)

[echologname]

This is what I could gather:

Sparky/lekie (Scotland) - Electrician

Bricky - Construction/bricklayer

Chippie - Carpenter (they make wood chips when they cut wood)

Grease monkey - Mechanic

Ambo - EMT

Firey/Crack - Fire fighter

Garbo/Garbologist - Garbage man

Journo - Journalist

Muso - Musician

Postie - Postman

Acca - Academic

Chalky - Teacher

Truckie - Truck driver

Saltie - Sailor/fisherman

Techie - IT

Janny - Janitor

Cop/Copper - Police officer

Peeler - Police officer (archaic, British)

Plod - Police officer (British slang)

Bobby - Police officer (British slang, historic)

Cabbie - Taxi driver

Gumshoe - Detective

Hoofer - Dancer

Bouncer - Doorman

Pug - Boxer

Bean counter - Accountant

Shrink - Psychologist/Psychiatrist

Quack/Doc - Doctor (often used disparagingly)

Sawbones - Surgeon

Pen pusher - Office worker/Clerk

Gas jockey - Gas station attendant

Scribe - Writer/Journalist

Hacker - Computer programmer (modern usage)

Pencil pusher - Office worker/Clerk

Beanie - Accountant

Gaffer - Boss or head of a crew, often in film production or on construction sites

Roadie - Someone who works with a touring music band, setting up equipment

Snow plow - Ski resort worker (slang, often derogatory)

Jarhead - Marine (US military slang)

Mud slinger - Plasterer or Mason

Hoop jumper - Bureaucrat or someone dealing with paperwork tasks

Information witch/book farmer/book keeper/book jockey - librarian

Tradie (Australian) - short for tradesman

Handyman - tradesman

Dunny diver — plumber (they fix toilets or in colloquial English ‘dunnies’)

Shiny bum — an office worker or executive (because they sit on their bottom all day so it gets shiny)

Desk driver — also an office worker or executive.

Milko — a milkman who delivers the milk to your doorstep (not sure this job still exists)

Checkout chick — for a female cashier in a supermarket or shop

Tooth man/woman - dentist

Food wizard/Foodie/Kitchen commander - chef

Book keeper/information wizard - librarian

Froggie - job hopper, someone who gets a new job about every 2 months

House bum - unemployed

australians were so correct for coming up with funny nicknames for occupations

[le-amewzing]

amewzing

[ID: Two traditional pencil sketches in the manga style. The first is drawn in red colored pencil, of a short-haired man facing left; it’s a shot from the neck up, and there’s some hatching behind him for contrast. The second sketch is done in orange colored pencil, of a teen school girl in a Japanese sailor uniform, with a headband pushing her hair back. She has her school bad over her left shoulder in one hand, and in her other is a donut she’s munching on, while her eyes go off to the camera’s left. A star decoration is drawn on her right, like an exclamation. /end ID]

https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/3430391

Some quick sketches featuring an older bishie and a schoolgirl grabbing an after-school snack. XD 🍩 Test sketches, rly, bc I wanted to try out some dollar store supplies... granted nothing's rly a $1 rn I rly like what I got!

Materials: Inc. Color Point colored mechanical pencils. Photo of them and the pad below the cut!

***No reposting allowed; no re-uploading allowed–please reblog this link instead***

[noviumindia]

Top 10 luxury pen brands in India for 2023

There are many luxury pen brands in India, that create pens that are extraordinary writing instruments, the purpose is to find the best luxury pen in India, it is hard to say what would be the Best luxury pen because there are many luxury pens and different people like different pens, and different pens suit different personality, we have made a list of some best luxury pens which will help you to find your best luxury pen in India.

What are luxury pens? 

Finding the best luxury pen requires first defining what makes such pens so special. Luxury pens are more than just a way to put words on paper; they're often made from rare and valuable materials like alligator leather and granite. One pen even has a piece of a meteorite on its body, which is called the Hoverpen, which sets the pen out from the crowd.

The advantages of luxury pens      

Premium pens provide a superior writing experience compared to less expensive alternatives. The ink flows more easily, and the overall sensation of the pen is significantly improved.

Premium pens are typically much more durable than their less expensive counterparts. This reduces the likelihood that you will need to replace them frequently, which can save you money in the long run.

Numerous premium pens come with a lifetime warranty, so you can purchase one with confidence.

Premium pens make excellent gifts for those who value quality and elegance. If you know someone who relishes writing or simply appreciates using beautiful objects, a high-quality pen would make an excellent gift.

Lastly, using premium pens can enhance your confidence and sense of self-worth. When you use a gorgeous pen, it communicates that you are successful and self-assured. This is beneficial in both professional and personal contexts.

Hoverpen 

Hoverpen is a pen that creates a revolution in the realm of luxury pens. A pen that defies gravity and doesn't need power or electricity, some of their versions have a meteorite on their bodies, and Novium made a pen that carries the history. Hoverpen is one of the best luxury pens on the market.

Montblanc

The German manufacturer Montblanc produces luxury writing instruments, watches, jewelry, and leather products. In 1908, Claus-Johannes Voss, Wilhelm Dziambor, and Georg J. Kraus founded the company. Presently, it is owned by the Richemont Corporation.

Parker

Since its founding in 1888, Parker has been one of the best premium pen brands in India, renowned for its quality and design. The company provides an extensive selection of pens, including ballpoints, rollerballs, fountain pens, and mechanical pencils. Parker pens are available in plastic, metal, and wood, among other materials.

Waterman

Waterman, a French corporation with a lengthy history, is renowned for its high-end pens. Each of its pens is handcrafted and distinct. Waterman pens are costly, but they are well worth the cost.

Sailor

Sailor is one of the world's oldest and most prestigious pen labels, renowned for its quality and craftsmanship. Japan has exported Sailor writing instruments to India for many years.

Pelikan

Pelikan is one of the most well-known premium pen brands in India. Pelikan pens are favored by both students and professionals due to their reputation for high quality and durability. The M200, M400, and Souveran series are the most ubiquitous Pelikan writing instruments in India.

Sheaffer

Sheaffer is one of the most recognizable premium pen brands in the world, and Indians are familiar with their products. The company has existed since 1912, and its pens are renowned for their superior craftsmanship and meticulous attention to detail. Sheaffer offers a variety of pens, ranging from entry-level to high-end so that everyone can find something suitable. Their pens are dependable and offer a pleasant writing experience, making them an excellent option for anyone seeking a high-quality pen.

TWSBI

TWSBI is a premium pen brand recognized for its high quality and sturdiness. In addition to fountain pens and ballpoint pens, the company provides rollerballs and mechanical pencils. In addition to its commitment to customer service, TWSBI offers a lifetime warranty on all of its products.

Lamy

Since 1930, the German company Lamy has been producing high-quality writing instruments. Lamy pens are renowned for their innovative designs and features. The Lamy Safari, the Lamy 2000, and the Lamy Studio are among the most popular Lamy pens in India.

If you're searching for durable, best luxury pens, you should consider purchasing one of India's leading brands. These brands provide dependable and superior products that are certain to make a statement. If you are looking for a brand that offers high-quality products and innovative designs, Lamy is the best option.

John Conway Stewart

Conway Stewart is an upscale pen brand that has existed since 1905. The enterprise is based in the United Kingdom, and each pen is made to order. Conway Stewart pens are renowned for their superior craftsmanship and elegant designs.

Conclusion

There is a wide selection of high-quality writing implements from which to select; however, the best pen for you will rely on the characteristics of your personality as well as your individual tastes. However, I have faith that this publication will be of assistance to you in obtaining the best luxury pen suited to your needs.

[taylorlynn-art]

“The Other Side”

Mechanical Pencil ✍🏻 03/05/2010

When I was in elementary school and watched Sailor Moon on Cartoon Network, my favorite part of the Sailor Moon opening was when “Serena” puts her hand on the glass with that longing expression, then her reflection of Sailor Moon looks up joyfully. The idea of having a secret identity with a whole ‘nother life was so cool to me 🌙✨

[cosmimarshmello]

You can find the original here: https://twitter.com/c_corabell/status/1496149374514122753

I've been in a bit of a art slump. Then this DTIYS popped up and I just fell in love with the overall feel/atmosphere of everything I wanted to try and recreate it with mech pencils, spot color, and fluffy cats.

[ramblingamblinthem]

Practice practice practice

Art insta: strungoutshego

[inkophile]

Pen, Ink and Paper Links (Hide Your Credit Card Before Reading)

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