#sorry if the notebook doodles are of poor quality

[misiahasahardname]

*sillies all over the device you’re using*

[theodorequartz]

Part 1: Following

Yeah.. just another doodle I made while at school..

I'll probably make more.

Sorry about the poor quality 😔 I drew this from the back of my notebook and I still don't know how to do digital art 😞

[artist-kreating-stuff]

Did you miss my Unitized AU?

Well, I got bored at school, I had a pencil and a notebook, and I just ended up drawing a bunch of headcannons for Xander.

What can I say? I love the guy.

And I kind of want him to suffer. Is that weird?

(Sorry for the poor quality - I don't usually do traditional art nowadays.)

That drawing of Kit and Xander in the upper left hand corner was supposed to be the only doodle, but it all went downhill from there.

1+2: Xander is the self-defined "big brother" of the group, so he was the automatic target for emotional abuse from Unitize. They would tell him that his teammates were singing like canaries, but when he didn't believe that, they told him that they would start hurting his teammates if he didn't start giving them information about their Elemental Powers. Though the thought of any pain coming to his team pained him, he decided to put his faith in his brothers and kept his mouth shut.

But when Unitize couldn't pressure him, they decided to torture him. They would insult him, degrade him, tell him he was a horrible teammate, the works. Along with torturing him emotionally, they would torture him, along with his teammates, physically. They would take regular skin grafts from them, place implants in their temples, take blood samples from various places on their bodies, test their reactions under stressful conditions… and they rarely used painkillers.

Xander was suffering, the entire team was, but they refused to break.

When Unitize decided to freeze them in vengestone, that’s when Xander decided enough was enough. He fought back with everything he had, but Unitize was eventually able to freeze him along with the others. To ensure his Element would never escape, officials took him to a Unitize outpost in the polar ice caps and buried him deep within a glacier below sea level.

Xander remained there for about a hundred and fifty years until Kit tirelessly researched his location and broke him out with a few members of their team. However, his mind was still stuck in the frenzied state that he’d been in when he was frozen, and he flew into a blind rage when he was released, attacking everything and everyone in sight. It took a little time and a few bruises, but they were eventually able to calm him down. When he realized that they were finally free from Unitize, and that he himself had almost hurt them in his rage, he broke down crying and tried apologizing for everything that had happened up to that point.

They don’t blame him, though. They never blamed him.

3+4: The first two things Xander does when he’s reunited with the rest of his family back at UA is hug them, check them over for any lasting injuries, then hug them again. He’d thought that he would never see them again and Unitize kept promising that they were hurting them, so now that they’re reunited, he’s desperate to know if they’re okay. The others try to ask him if he’s okay, but he waves off every question. They’re his priority.

I showed him checking over Yugo for reasons I will not get into.

5. Xander is exhausted. Everyone on the team is, thanks to Unitize’s abuse. Only problem is every time they go to sleep, chances are they’re going to have a nightmare. Xander’s are more frequent and twice as bad, so he needs constant physical comfort in order to help him ride it out. Everyone is happy to help, because the comfort helps them, too.

6. While Unitize was interested in probing nearly every other square inch of their bodies, they didn’t really care about their hair. They didn’t give them dramatic haircuts or anything; the more uncomfortable they were, the more entertaining for the scientists. Though even after they were free from Unitize, none of them really felt the need to cut their hair for some odd reason. Nothing a classic ponytail can’t fix, though.

I kind of love Xander with a ponytail, not gonna lie.

Page 2:

(I gave up on shading halfway down the page.)

7. Xander was always happy to give his teammates rides on his shoulders. Even before Unitize, they got his rides down to an exact science:

Step 1: Stand next to him. Make sure that you’re standing in front and to the side of him.

Step 2: Put your arms on his forearm so he knows what you want.

Step 3: Hold on to his arm TIGHT, because he will start lifting it up and over his head, which will eventually flip you around (I think - the physics are kind of iffy on that one).

Step 4: Position yourself on his shoulders and enjoy the view.

It happens so often that he’s memorized the calluses of every single one of his teammates. He doesn’t even look down when they tug on his arm for a lift - won’t break his stride if he’s walking, won’t even break eye contact if he’s having a conversation with someone. Just up and over his head so his family can join in on whatever he’s doing.

He used to get annoyed whenever he got numerous requests for rides in a day, though after Unitize, he enjoys the rides almost as much as those he gives them to. Some part of him still can’t believe that they’re all really here, that they’re really free after being on the run for so long; he’ll have long moments during the day where he’ll just stop moving and try to comprehend the whole thing. But if he feels one of his teammates on his shoulders, it helps reassure him that this is real. That they’re safe.

8. The free rides also come in handy whenever they have to study for anything. Dual study partners!

9. I read somewhere that Ukyo is considered to be Xander’s hair stylist, so I’d like to think that whenever Xander gives him a ride, he returns the favor by cleaning his hair while he’s up there. It gets really messy, for whatever reason…

10. Even Lui enjoys getting rides from Xander, though he will bite off the arm of whoever points it out. He claims that it’s comfortable up there. That’s the only reason. Or so he claims…

11. That doesn’t mean that Xander gives out free rides to everyone; only those that he cares for. If someone else asks for one, he either straight up ignores them or tells them “no”. The only one not in his family that he willingly gives rides to is Eri. People who frequently ask for rides, like Denki, ask him why, and his only answer is “Because I know what she went through.”

They enjoy apples together. They just do.

12. Xander’s personality also differs depending on who he’s talking to on UA campus. If he’s talking to someone who’s been known to cause trouble for his teammates, like Neito or Katsuki, he comes off as very aggressive and angry. If given the proper incentive, he will gladly throw down for his teammates.

If he’s talking to someone who’s been known to help his teammates, however, like Hanta, he recognizes them as allies and respects them. He still comes off as passive aggressive, though.

I honestly don’t know why I’m still making headcannons about this AU…

[hi-im-otter]

classroom doodle dump!!

[azurityarts]

Daily Doodle #241

random textbook doodle

didn't have time to make a dedicated digital doodle today, so here's a little sketch I made in a notebook!

sorry if the image quality is rather poor ahdsjfajdsf

[returnn-of-the-mac]

Companions meet Gordon Ramsey (He’s a ghoul now) How would they react to the criticism towards other chefs?

I decided to make Gordon a synth just for the sake of ease. So just picture a normal-looking Gordan.

Please enjoy! 😊

FO4 Companions React: Gordan Ramsay

As Sole and their companion entered Goodneighbor for some supplies, they noticed brightly colored flyers taped to every door in town.

Gormay food Cook-a-Thong feet. is Steamed Sheff Gordon Ramsee.! At Hotel Rexford.. Bring jet..

Curious, Sole and their companion decided to check out the event.

Once they made their way to the hotels and paid their dues, they were able to snag a seat at a table right in front of the action.

“Ashlee, you fucking donkey!” Chef Ramsay hollered, “Do you really think lemon zest and mutt chops go together? Pathetic!”

“I apologize chef!”

“Washington! Mind your own damn business and pay attention to your burning eggs you yankee doodle piece of shite!”

“Sorry chef!”

“Chef! Chef!” A male ghoul cried, on the verge of tears, “I accidentally set the oven to 400° instead of 300° and my dish is incinerated! How do I fix it?”

“Oh dear, oh dear, come here,” Chef Ramsay cooed. He then picked up two slices of bread and put them on either side of the ghoul’s head, “What are you?”

“A-“ he began.

“An idiot sandwich,” chef Ramsay stated calmly, “NOW START THE DAMN DISH OVER!”

The ghoul ran away crying and Gordon through his hands up.”

“CHRIST. ARE WE IN A MOVIE!?”

...

Danse: [in disbelief] And I thought Kels was a bit harsh to our soldiers. This man is absolutely ruthless.

MacCready: Now this [laughs] This is some quality entertainment!

Deacon: [furiously writing in a notebook] This guy’s damn witty! He’s got so many good lines. Gotta steal em all!

Stong: Why little man yelling? Strong just want food. Tummy grumble. Is hungry.

Hancock: [slamming fists on table, seeing red] Don’t you dare talk to my people that way, you British piece of shit. You look like you make tea using a microwave!

Piper: [poking dry lamb leg with fork]

Ramsay: Ma’am is there something wrong with your dish?”

Piper: It’s a little dry, but it’s totally fine!

Ramsay: [to chefs] YOU BUFFOONS, WHERE IS THE LAMB SAUCE?? YOU FORGOT THE LAMB SAUCE!”

Piper: [shrinking in seat] Oh god.

Ada: I have acquired some soap for this man’s mouth. I have detected filth. An unclean mouth can lead to herpes.

Preston: [sympathetically to the various chefs as they bustle by] Don’t cry! Oh, it wasn’t that bad. I swear, it looks delicious! You’re killing it! You’re all such hard workers!

Longfellow: Now why the hell would anyone willingly subject themselves to this kind of humiliation? Oh yeah. This is Goodneighbor.

Gage: [entertained] Shiiiit I could watch this all day. Watch this [to chefs] Ya’ll are a buncha losers!

Ramsay: [to Gage] Shut your mouth, you twat!

Gage: [squealing] Ee! He noticed me!

Curie: [clutching chest; fighting tears] Oh, my heart breaks for these poor chefs!

Codsworth: Oh my, he’s a little rough around the edges, isn’t he?

Nick: [pulls out wallet] And tonight we’ll be leaving an 80% tip for these poor souls.

Cait: I’m gonna see if I can get this sexy, sexy chef’s attention [whistles]

Ramsay: Who are you whistling at!? You look more like a dog than I do!

Cait: [fanning self] Shite, What a heartthrob.

X6-88: [stoically] I was on his show once. He crushed my dreams and made me into the hollow, broken man I am today. [clenching fist] He said my Beefaroni looked like...a steaming hot mound of elephant shite.

[worklittletolivelarge-blog]

@writing-prompt-s

https://writing-prompt-s.tumblr.com/post/660704170176888832/one-day-a-bat-flew-through-your-opened-window

Studying had been tedious anyway so despite the shock of the tiny flying fox that now hung upside down on her curtain rail, Rose was having a pretty great night. She turned her lights low and slowly approached the little quivering creature. “Oh, poor, wee thing,” she cooed and held her cupped hands up to capture it.

Crap! The bat flapped black wings in panic and warm brown eyes opened wider than Rose thought possible.

“Ok! Ok!” She backed away to give the problem some more thought.

Batty calmed down, his feet gripping the curtain rail and his wings tucked around his furry body. His eyes never left her so Rose kept her movements slow and minimal. “Hang on! You can’t see anyway! Are you pinging me?” She scolded in mock-annoyance.

She grabbed her half-eaten apple and cut it into small pieces with the pocket knife she kept in her boot.

Batty’s nose twitched and Rose grinned at her victory. She pushed the apple-laden plate to the window sill and opened the pane as wide as it would go before backing away to the farthest corner of her room. As still as a mouse she waited and finally Batty dropped gracefully from his perch, swiped some apple and flew back out the window

“You’re welcome!” Rose called as she closed the window and drew her curtains. She didn’t hear the deep, sotto voce “Thank you” that emanated from the high branches of the sycamore nor see the flawless leap to the ground that the vampire executed.

He called his baby to him and Batty flew to his shoulder. “Did you like your apple, Sweetling?” Softly chiding he asked his child to take more care and avoid flying in human windows. “You were lucky, Darling.”

Researching her art history project at the library, Rose was deep in concentration, black-rimmed glasses perched on the end of her nose, the smattering of freckles standing out against her pale skin. The pen lid of her Biro was chewed to a mangle of blue plastic and her notebook was full of sketches, questions, random doodles, violent cross-outs. None of it was tying together in the way she wanted to present it. Tomorrow! “Arggh! I am never going to get this right!” Her perfectionist anxiety was off the charts, her short red hair tousled into gnarls and swirls and now she had plastic-poisoning to worry about too!

Despite this, she had captured the admiration of the vampire who watched from the corner. She cut a sweet figure in black baggy combat pants, skin tight cropped top and her trademark 16-up Docs with the embroidered red roses. Her simmering frustration was endearing, her tough clothing choices belying her strawberry blonde curls and clear blue eyes. Wary of patronising thoughts, the vampire watched her closely, seeing her bold drawings, clever insights and articulate thoughts in his mind’s eye. Not one to be trifled with or under-estimated, he concluded.

He observed her working, laughing at her muttered and imaginative swearing as she continued to curse and rage at the work that wasn’t matching up to her high standards.

When Rose finally threw down her disgusting pen in capitulation he sped over and reviewed her final work-piece. He was swift and silent, able to mask his presence, but not the gasp of surprise when he saw the quality she had prepared.

She turned. Fast! Much faster than he had expected and he very nearly got caught. Rose caught nothing more than a shadowy glimpse, but this unnerved her and she saved her file to USB, slammed shut her laptop and shoved everything into her satchel. She left the pen.

Hurrying out of the library she walked to her car, a few blocks away. She was concentrating on her surroundings, conscious of her vulnerability as all women are, yet was still surprised when two men waylaid her from the bus shelter they had been smoking in.

“Hey baby!” One called as the other wolf-whistled.

Oh my god. How original.

Rose bent quickly and slipped her knife from her boot, adjusted her satchel across her back so both hands were free and circled the bus stop, keeping Dumb and Dumber in her view at all times.

“Oh come on sexy; don’t be like that,” Dumb called out. Rose ignored them and kept moving toward her car. She felt the moment they changed from mild challenge to serious pursuit and adopted her defensive stance. They advanced, menacing and predatory.

A black shadow leapt in front of Rose and prevented the would-be assailants from continuing their attack. With blinding speed he knocked their heads together and whirled to ensure Rose was alright.

She was watching with wary eyes and had not dropped her defences. He approved. Her eyes flashed; she didn’t need his condescension and he held his hands up to placate her.

“Sorry. You look like you had that under control but I wanted to be sure.”

“Yeah, I might have, but thanks anyway.” Rose was polite by nature and not arrogant enough to refuse help. She looked him over carefully noting his muscular appearance and chiselled looks. “So, I can’t tell if you’re Damon or Stefan, but so you know, I am pretty intent on keeping the plasma on the inside … so … can I go?”

He chuckled, the reference not lost on him. “May I escort you?” he asked, adding ��No obligations or favours required.” He winked.

Sure. She guessed.

As they walked he waved one hand in the air and called, “Come, Little One.”

Rose looked up in surprise and exclaimed, “Batty! Is that you?”

As the tiny creature tucked into the vampire’s shoulder and peered toward Rose’s form, the vampire said scathingly “His name is Bartholomew, not, never, Batty!” He tried to wither her with his stare but Rose ignored him.

“Come on, Batty- I’ve got some apple!” She laughed as the bat flew to her hand and as the vampire’s expression changed from mock- anger to resignation.

[siriuslyblack12]

chapter 2

Sirius stood on the blocks, heart beating fast, legs threatening to give out at any moment. His arms gripped the block tighter, steadying his nerves as he let out a long breath. Thoughts spiralled chaotically in his head, impossible to ignore as they built in strength and severity.

 Is my cap on tight enough?

Don’t go too soon.

Don’t go too late.

I have to win. Dad’ll go mad if I don’t win.

I have to make him proud.

 I don’t give a shit whether I make him proud or not.

 “Mr Black,”

 Don’t breathe on breakout.

Don’t breathe at all.

You need to get a good time.

 “Mr Black,”

 Winning is everything.

But be a good loser.

 “Mr Black,” the distant voice was getting louder and louder.

 You know what happens when you lose.

 “Mr Black, I asked you a question! You could at least pretend to be paying attention.” Professor McGonagall scolded, bringing his attention back to the classroom. He wasn’t at the pool, rather in an English classroom, his almost empty page of notes lying in front of him.

 “I’m sorry, Professor. Won’t happen again.” He said shyly, not daring to meet her eyes.

 School had only started a couple of days ago and Sirius already felt as if he was suffocating. Their professors really weren’t holding back this year, piling up homework and lectures and revision to the point where the student’s backs ached with the pressure. Atop of all of that, social lives and media presences took a lot to keep afloat, as well as sport and fitness. Sport seemed to take up 90 percent of Sirius’s current brain capacity, which was now seeming to be a problem.

 English was by far his favourite subject, being the only one that he shared with all 3 of his closest friends. He looked over at James only to see him staring adoringly at the back of Lily’s red head, chin on his hands. With a roll of his eyes, he turned the other way to meet the sight of Peter sneaking snacks out of his bag, handing a few crisps to Remus under the desk. At least he was eating.

 The lesson came to an end with the sharp sound of the bell, and Sirius collected his things as quickly and quietly as possible, heading for the door to finally sort through the anxieties swirling in his head; until he heard an old voice call out, “Mr Black, can I speak to you for a moment?”

 Shit, this was exactly what he didn’t need.

Defeated and ashamed, Sirius was surprised as his eyes met a kind looking smile and a careful gesture to take a seat. His mind reeled in confusion, but he did what was asked of him anyway. McGonagall cleared her throat and began to speak.

 “Is everything alright?” Three words, simple yet powerful, and definitely out of the ordinary. He had no idea how to answer that, not exactly knowing where his boundaries were and how much he could say. He may have been one to overshare on social media, but he was certainly not one to spill his emotions wholeheartedly.

 “Never better, Minnie.”

 “It sure doesn’t seem like it, Mr Black. I remind you that this is a safe space.”

 Sirius looked down at his hands, wrapped in tight fists with his knuckles turning white with the effort. The walls suddenly felt as if hey were closing in on him, his heart rate picking up and foot tapping a rhythm on the floor.

 “I’m just finding it hard to concentrate, that’s all.” He said defensively. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

 McGonagall nodded glumly. This situation was uncomfortable to say the least. Sirius glanced back at the door of the room, where he could have sworn he saw Remus looking in through the window before hurrying away awkwardly. That boy was a mystery, which only drew Sirius further to him.

 “You know Sirius,” his professor never called him by his first name. “Help is always given to those who ask for it.”

  ~~

  “Please Moony,”

 “No.”

 “I’m begging you!”

 “No, Sirius.”

 “Why not? It’ll be fun, I promise. I really need it.”

 Sirius really was like an excited puppy, Remus thought to himself. He’d just been relaxing in the library, catching up on some reading and enjoying the quiet lull in the day before he was quite rudely interrupted by the one and only trade of Hogwarts High. He supposed he didn’t mind it, given that he was always happy for Sirius’s company – no matter the circumstances. However, on this occasion he was less willing to participate in what the other had planned, that being tutoring him.

 Remus let his mind wonder for a few moments, imagining what it would be like to be alone with Sirius, bonding over books and equation. Now that he thought about, it sounded stupid, but that wasn’t going to stop him.

 “Why are you asking me, Pads? Why not one of the girls?” He suggested thoughtfully. “I’m sure there are plenty of people who would be better than me.”

 “I’m calling bullshit, because you my friend are the smartest person I know.”

 Remus slumped back into his chair, his heart skipping a beat. He desperately wanted to say yes, to help him out and be a good friend. He knew that Sirius hated studying, so asking for the blue-eyed boy to help him with that must have been a challenge for him. He also knew that he needed to exercise at least some self-control. Maybe tutoring Sirius would be an excellent idea, a chance to do a good deed and spend some quality time boding with his crush at the same time, without it being too suspicious.

 Do you know how pathetic you sound?

 He watched as the boy in question looked down towards the floor, one hand running through his hair which Remus had quickly learned was a nervous habit of his. This wasn’t going to end well, nothing ever ended well for him. Rising to stand on two weak legs, he swept his things that had been spread over the table into his bag and slung it over his shoulder with as much swagger as he could muster. He looked back to see that Sirius’s eyes were trained on him, silently reading the room and atmosphere.

 “Tomorrow lunch, 12:30, in the library. Don’t you dare be late.”

 Remus walked briskly away, not waiting see Sirius’s reaction and biting back a wide smile.

 ~~

 Turns out that tutoring Sirius Black was not the gentle, romantic, flirt-fest he thought it would be, and was in fact turning out to be a lost cause. The boy had a lot of trouble recalling metaphors, understanding Shakespeare and the like, frustrating Remus with basically everything he said. Often times he would zone out, picking at a loose thread on his t-shirt or twirling a piece of hair through his fingers, and even more likely were his frankly stupid remarks that were only made out of his compulsive need to be the funniest in the room. The most stupid thing about them is that they were actually funny, and Remus couldn’t always contain his laughter.

 “Pads, stop, stop, no,” He warned. “You cannot compare Romeo and Juliet to fucking Spider-Man and MJ.”

 “What? Why not? It fits, that’s all that matters, right? Sirius reasoned, pen between his teeth.

 “You have to get rid of that. The whole paragraph would probably be best, so it still makes sense.”

 “But that’s my best one! If you didn’t like that then you’re definitely not gonna like the next few.”

 Remus buried his face in hands, as Sirius took the essay and out of his hands and ripped it right in half. Drama queen was the only thing he thought to think but a closer look at the other’s face told a different story. “You didn’t have to do that.” Remus said softly.

 Sirius didn’t reply, instead opening his notebook and flipping through to find a blank page and start again. The remnants of drawings and doodles did not go unnoticed, some of which were surprisingly good. He wasn’t taking art this year, but by the looks of the pages in front of him, he should be. Sirius got back to work quickly, scribbling none sense that wouldn’t do him any favours in front of his teachers.

 “C’mon, you can do better than that. Let me help you.” Remus pried the pen from his hand and pushed the textbook towards him. “And no more drama.”

 “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Sirius added with an enthusiastic wink that made him swoon and squirm in his seat.

 The table was subdued for the next few minutes, Remus’s intelligence never failing to impress Sirius, but this was more due to the fact that he shared practically none of the same wit. He wasn’t actually as clueless as he had previously made himself out to be, but that didn’t keep him from acting like it. Perhaps some people’s smarts were more suited to other areas: those areas not exactly helping Sirius’s grades. Remus helping him out was just an extra bonus, or so he told himself.

 Long hair fell into his eyes as Sirius leaned over Remus’s shoulder, too close for comfort, inspecting what he was pointing to and explaining. Something about themes that even Remus was quickly forgetting as the boy by his shoulder got closer.

 His trance was broken as the bell rang, penetrating through his ears, earning a laugh out of Sirius as he jumped slightly.

 “Well, moony, I best get going,” he said briskly. “Maybe we could do this again sometime, eh?”

 “Yeah, sure, yeah” Remus stumbled exasperatedly, a blush forming on his cheeks that was often present these days. “Whenever you need me.”

 It was an authentic moment, sweet and short, but meaningful nonetheless. Until…

 “Padfoot! Moony! Get over here, Peter’s trying to arm wrestle Marlene.” James. Always one to ruin it.

 “Poor thing, why the hell would he?” Sirius laughed, rushing to follow him. “Moons, you coming?”

 Remus smiled. “You go ahead, I’ve got my own work to catch up on.”

 “Are you sure?”

 “Yeah, I’m sick of you anyway.” He added sarcastically, earning another deep laugh.

 ~~

 They continued to have these study sessions, Sirius becoming alarmingly enthusiastic about what would once have kept him far away and out of reach. It was a strange change in the groups’ dynamic, as where Remus and Lily would disappear of to the library, or a classroom to interrogate professors about the work, Sirius now trailed along with them. The red-headed girl had at first raised her eyebrows, or squinted her eyes suspiciously, but had now acclimated nicely. But that didn’t stop her from forming her own theories about what was going on with Remus and Sirius.

 This also had the unexpected effect of getting James Potter of all people in the library for what must have been the first time in his life. Seeing Sirius so confident surrounded by nerdy things like books and papers had been the push he needed to follow him and shamelessly flirt with Lily. Remus noted the way she tucked her hair behind her ears and fiddled with her bracelets whenever James was around.

 At this current moment, the four of them were hard at work on different projects, making mindless small talk as they grew increasingly bored. Sirius whispered something to James, obviously amusing as they burst into fits of laughter.

 “Do you two ever shut up?” Lily said, fighting her own amusement.

 “Lily, my dear,” she rolled her eyes. “That would take the fun out of it!”

 More comments were exchanged, mainly between Lily and James, as Remus found himself unable to form any words of his own in the presence of Sirius.

 Stop it. If you fall too deep you won’t be able to swim back up.

 Maybe I don’t want to swim back up anymore.

 “Hey, moons, what do you think about this?” Sirius questioned happily, thrusting a sketchbook towards him. To say it was absolutely beautiful would be an understatement, Remus thought as he studied what was in front of him. It was a detailed drawing, all in coloured pencil, of a field at sunset. The outline of a forest coated in orange and pink shades covered the page and his eyes were drawn to the silhouette of a rabbit, burying itself a hole in the grass.

 “I’ve been trying my hand at art, my dad hates it.” He said, directed only at Remus. “I know you saw some drawings the other day and thought you’d like it.”

 “I-, Sirius this is amazing.” He gushed, until Lily saw what he was looking at and joined on his shock.

 “Where have you been hiding all this talent? Are you serious?!” She squealed.

 “Nah, I’m Sirius. You know that.” The familiar joke didn’t exactly catch anyone off-guard.

 Remus’s mind went to what he’d said about his father, and he began to wonder the exact meaning. He only knew what everyone knew about Sirius’s home life: it was shit and he didn’t like to talk about it. He’d speculated that his parents were quite controlling, but the details were unknown. James hadn’t even been informed.

 He secretly hoped that perhaps one day he would know, and he would be able to help Sirius through whatever was going on, but he would wait until the other boy was ready. In the meantime he supposed he would do whatever he could, whilst making sure his secret didn’t show itself.

 He’s your friend. That’s all.

 But when a friend is hurting, you should put in a little more effort.

[jiminbeanie]

Wallflower Pt. 1 | pjm

I’m here with my first ever series! I made the first part short just to introduce the story, but don’t worry because part 2 will be here soon. I’m a hoe for Jimin so I hope you enjoy. 

Fluff/Angst/Future Smut?

WC: 1k

Warnings: None

Summary: To get closer to the love of your life, Taehyung, you’re going to have to deal with someone from your past, first. 

Part 2 

Invisible. At least that’s how you always felt. 

As you clutched your books to your chest and weaved throughout the campus crowd you always felt like you were more observant of others than they were of you. You saw the couple kissing in the corner with a little too much tongue. You noticed a boy chasing off a very pissed off probably now ex-girlfriend and finally as you turned the corner of your building you saw him, Kim Taehyung. There wasn’t much to him, except that he was the most attractive boy you’ve ever seen. He was cute and he was constantly surrounded by six other just as attractive boys, all which clouded your mind. His boxy smile radiated throughout the hallway which made it hard to stop staring. You always allowed yourself only 5 seconds of staring at him, which is when you decided it became creepy.  Your pace quickened as you almost ran around the next corner to slide into your next class without being noticed by others. 

You slumped down into your seat and got everything ready for the next hour and a half. The classroom was a familiar site after three long years of college. As much as you were thankful for getting an education, you were ready to move on with your life and see what else the world has to offer. Just as thoughts of the future started to fill your head you heard heavy books hit the desk next to you sending you jumping.

“Y/N, you look too happy right now for being in class.” Your best friend Rose said while unpacking her backpack pulling out food to eat, something that she knew bothered the professor to no end.

You were forever grateful for Rose. You’ve been friends since before college and she made you feel like you weren’t just see-through. When a boy in high school started to pick on you because of how quiet you were in class she stood up for you, and that boy never talked (or looked) in your direction again. When you found out you were not just going to the same college, but were majoring in the same thing, you went home and cried the first happy tears you’ve ever remember yourself crying.

“Rose put the food up or get out...again,” your professor calmly said while walking in, setting his bag down, and writing the topic on the board for class today. You held the soft laughter in your throat and pulled out your notebook to start doodling, something you always did in this class. Just as you wrote Kim Y/N into your notebook you noticed Rose looking over and smiling slightly. She knew you had a crush on him and would tease you for it all the time. She offered to go talk to him for you and give him your number, often to you pleading for her to not. Taehyung had a girlfriend and you knew you could never amount to her. She was the most beautiful girl on campus, while you were the resident wallflower. 

“So about the party tonight-” Rose started as she popped a chip into her mouth.

“You know I don’t want to go. That one freshman year was enough. I don’t want to have to be in charge of you when you’re drunk,” you laughed but made sure your tone was serious enough that she understood you had no intentions of going. Before Rose could respond you heard fast-paced footsteps entering the classroom. 

“Hey sorry I’m just gonna sit here for a moment, I promise I’ll move I just--” You heard someone pull out the chair and slide into it while burying his head into his arms. You could hear the words getting stuck in your throat as you tried to say something but nothing came out. You had no idea what was going on. The normally empty seat that was next to you now was occupied by someone unfamiliar. Just as you made note of his blonde hair you could hear the boy panting softly as if he was just running from something or someone. “Jimin, get out of the seat, your making Y/N uncomfortable. Also, your not even in this class, stop hiding from your crazy girlfriend by running into random classrooms,” Rose said taking another bite of her food while the professor looked over with annoyance. 

You laughed again quietly but then you realized who was sitting next to you as soon as he looked up. It was that Jimin, one of the six best friends of the boy that consumed your thoughts, Kim Taehyung. Your laugh quickly stopped and it felt like you couldn’t breathe at all. Jimin was known for being a player, obnoxious, and very highstrung. Although the first two qualities were things that were told to you, the last one was something you observed by watching him when he was around Taehyung. Glancing over to Rose you tried to communicate the panic occurring at the moment but she wasn’t too focused on you, only on how she was seeming to really annoy your professor today. 

“Umm, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you nervous or anything...I’m just trying to hide from my girlfri- I mean ex-girlfriend.” You just looked at him with a blank expression on your face. “ I promise I’ll leave in a few seconds it’s just, wait, Y/N? You look familiar…” 

You snapped your head forward and tried to wish yourself invisible at the moment. “Oh my gosh, stop harassing the poor girl. Just get out of here because the class is about to start,” Rose leaned over to say to Jimin. “If you’re really that obsessed with Y/N you’ll see her at the party tonight.” Jimin straightened up and looked at your face with an undefined expression. He stood up and walked out of the classroom. You saw him run his hand through his hair and shake his head before he walked out of sight. 

You looked forward and could finally breathe again after his presence left the room because Park Jimin was the one who made fun of you in high school and for some reason, you felt like this was only the beginning. 

[suit-lady]

PS ~ A Peter Parker Story that Begins with Notes

Summary: This is a fluff piece college AU where reader and Peter are in the same English class. They start passing notes because Peter misses class one morning. And then,,,,,, a study date??? And nervous Peter???

Warnings: Swearing. The first word is a curse word. This is who I am.

Female Reader

Word Count: 2365

Part Two

Fuck.

Peter Parker woke up to the sound of his roommate’s alarm, which meant that Peter was late. He must have been too tired the night before to set his alarm. Sighing, Peter reached for his phone. He knew that Ned showered before class, so maybe he had enough time to—Nope. Class had started about ten minutes ago. There was no way, even if he could get ready in under ten minutes. Begrudgingly, he pulled his exhausted body out of bed and took his sweet time getting ready; he had almost four hours before he had to be anywhere.

Classes flew by as usual, but it seemed incredibly odd to Peter to begin his Thursday without his English literature course. In a passing thought, he hoped that he hadn’t missed anything terribly important. He really enjoyed the material in that class, so he more cared that he missed the quality discussion spurred on by the prof than actually missing any potential assignments. After all, Dr. Terrance always followed his syllabus to a T, so Peter had nothing to worry about.

Regardless, he was sure to set four (more than the usual three) alarms before going to sleep.

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Peter hurried to get ready so that he could arrive in Dr. Terrance’s classroom early and personally apologize to him for being absent the day before, but the kind professor blew him off and offered a quick debrief if necessary. He declined but made the effort to pay twice the amount of attention in class that morning. Dr. Terrance was obviously appreciative; sometimes, talking about literature at eight o’clock in the morning just isn’t all that appealing to a bunch of eighteen-year-olds.

The bell rang before Peter even realized what time it was, but he was zapped from the classical world by a notebook plopping down on his desk. The spiral-bound book was opened to a page topped with the date and what Peter assumed to be the lecture title of the day before. In the middle of the page was a pale pink sticky note that read “Here, in case you want some half-decent notes to copy.” in your handwriting. He looked up to give a thank-you, but he had no idea who had given him the notebook in the first place.

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Peter made sure to copy all the notes Sunday evening so that he could return the notebook to the owner before class. Making sure to get there a bit earlier than usual, he set the notebook, which was open to the same page, on the corner of his desk. He got out his sticky notes and scrawled “hey, thanks for the notes” on the pale yellow paper. Then, as an afterthought, he wrote, “your handwriting is beautiful btw” and just signed it with his initial: “-P.” Satisfied, he sat back and waited.

A girl sat in the chair to his right. Peter’s attention wasn’t drawn to you until you cautiously reached across his desk and took the notebook. After your eyes scanned over the note, you looked up at Peter with a kind smile. He smiled back at you, half being courteous, half because he couldn’t help but return a smile as pretty as that.

While you didn’t make eye contact with him for the rest of the period, you passed him another pink note right as the bell rang. You’d folded the note so that the sticky part kept the note closed. As he walked out of the classroom, he slipped the note into his pocket and didn’t read it until he was back in his dorm room. “nah, especially not my note script. Dr. Terrance talks so fast during lecture that my pencil basically flies across the page. –(Your First Initial)”

Peter spent most of the evening wondering what he should write back. He’d started the note, on a classier blue sticky note this time, but he only had “whatever. I like it” and a little emoticon face that had its tongue sticking out. Once he’d finished his homework for the evening, he gave up on coming up with anything half decent. He drew a stick figure shrugging and saying “I don’t know what else to say” in a little speech bubble. Mimicking the folds from the note he’d gotten from you, he folded the paper and placed it in his notebook for the next morning.

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You had arrived before Peter, so he took out the note and passed it to you as nonchalantly as possible before the bell rang to begin class. He stole a glance at you as you stifled a giggle at his poor drawing skills. After class, you passed him a tightly-folded piece of notebook paper. He unfolded it, filled with curiosity, to find that you’d doodled a little caricature of him during lecture. Underneath, in faux calligraphy, read “Peter Parker”. He was surprised to see his name; this girl that he’d barely looked at before knew who he was. Taking out his notebook, he began to pen a note much longer than any you two had shared thus far.

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He had to wait until Thursday before he could give you the note (no class on Wednesday), and received a long letter in return at the end of class on Friday. In the letter, you told him all about yourself. You started with your name, your favorite color, and a few other random things. You told him what your major was and what you dreamed about doing after college. Then, you wrote about how to spent time outside of the classroom. Lastly, you said you knew who he was because, according to you, ��everyone knows Peter Parker, super smart kid with great humor.” He took it as a compliment.

He wrote a letter over the weekend telling you that he was Peter Parker, even though you already knew that. His favorite color was tied between red and blue, but he might like blue just a tiny bit more on cloudless summer afternoons. While at college, he was studying physics, but he hadn’t really decided what he wanted to do after graduation yet. He spent a lot of time doing nerdy things with his best friend and roommate Ned, like having sci-fi movie marathons or building the newest LEGO sets. He ended the letter with a short apology for not knowing who you were.

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There was a new spring in Peter’s step as he walked to class on Monday. Over the weekend, he’d learned all about the girl who sat next to him in his English class, and he took some time on Saturday to go to the city and fight a little bit of extra crime. Being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man in a college town wasn’t all that exciting; he ended up mostly protecting defenseless young women from creepy assholes at frat parties. While it was rewarding, Peter was always itching for something more. He and Ned would hang out in Chicago on available weekends, taking down all sorts of baddies that weren’t expecting any sort of superhero to be there to stop them.

He handed you the note as soon as he sat down in class and watched you from the corner of his eye as you carefully put the note in your bookbag. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth: he was more than happy to see that you wanted to keep the note both safe and away from your prying eyes. After that, English was thoroughly uneventful, but confusing for Peter. For some reason, he just kept stealing glances at this girl. You’d captivated him; Peter refused to admit it, but he was done for.

That evening, Ned finally couldn’t take it anymore. Peter had been super jittery for straight up a week and a half, and had kept it from Ned. “What’s going on with you?” Ned asked the first time he saw Peter smiling at the ceiling.

“I met a girl,” Peter said definitively, like that was that.

“Okay… Details? What’s she like?”

“Well, actually, she can tell you about herself,” Peter said ambiguously as he pulled your most recent note out of his bag.

Ned read over the letter and encouraged his friend to go for you. “She seems really nice. You ask her out yet?”

Peter coughed awkwardly. “We’ve actually never spoken before. She let me borrow her English notes that day I missed class, and we’ve been writing notes to each other since then.” He pulled out the few other notes he had from you as proof.

“Dude,” Ned said as he shook his head, “you’ve gotta use your words, buddy. She sounds great, and you obviously like her. Are you really just gonna let her slip through your fingers? You realize it’s the end of the semester and you might never have a class with her ever again, right? This university is pretty damn big, Peter.”

Peter’s eyes widened. He hadn’t thought of that. “I’ll ask her the next chance I get.”

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The next day in class, however, he was too nervous to actually talk to you. His voice got all caught up in his throat, and he felt like he’d been chewing on cotton balls all morning. Sighing as he sat, he decided he’d ask you for dinner the next time it was his turn to give you a note… Thursday. He was so busy contemplating how he wanted to ask that the bell made him jump. When he heard a giggle coming from his right, and saw you covering your mouth, your shoulders shaking. Dr. Terrance had already begun speaking, so you mouthed a quick “sorry for laughing” before paying attention to the prof for the rest of the period. Peter was so embarrassed that he didn’t notice your return letter until almost halfway through the lecture.

The letter said that you were glad to know more about Peter Parker other than that he was a nice and funny guy in your English class. You made a comment about how pretty the skies had been now that the rainy April weather was clearing up and the temperature was getting warmer. You said that you loved studying outside and invited Peter to study with you the next day. You ended the letter typically with your initial, but, underneath, you had written a PS: “text me with a yes or no so that I can tell you where I study x” with your number underneath.

Peter crashed through the door of his dorm room shouting, “NED!”

“What? Did you do it?” excitedly came Ned’s reply from his position at his desk.

“Well, sort of.” A quick pause. “No, not really.”

“What the fuck, Peter.”

“No, no! It’s still great! She asked me to study with her tomorrow!”

“She did?” Ned jumped up and hurried over to where Peter was still standing…in the open doorway.

Peter enthusiastically gestured to the letter and handed it over for Ned to read. As he read, Peter shut the door and began pacing around the room. What was he gonna say? Which subject should he take to study? Differential Equations, to show that he was ahead in math? Or should he take his Spanish homework, to show that he was working on becoming bilingual? Should he even worry this much about impressing you? What if you—

Peter’s thoughts were interrupted when Ned asked, “So did you text her?”

“Oh my God.”

“You idiot. Text her right now,” Ned scorned, returning the letter to Peter.

He texted you, “hey, it’s Peter! I’d love to study together tomorrow!”

You replied within minutes, “Great! I usually sit on the hill by the lake. I bring a picnic blanket, so don’t worry about having something to sit on.”

He texted back something about that sounding lovely, and the smile didn’t leave his face for the rest of the afternoon.

-

The next morning, he picked out a tee shirt that he figured would make you laugh. The shirt had a picture of iron’s chemical symbol and the word “MAN” underneath it. When he was going to be spending time with Mr. Stark, he was always sure to pack that one. He picked out dark jeans and grey sneakers and was out the door.

The late spring sun was hotter than Peter expected, and his black shirt absorbed a lot of heat. His pace quickened, as he worried about sweating too much before greeting the girl from his English class for the first time. He saw you sitting alone on the hill, reading a thick novel of some kind, your face mostly hidden by a large straw sunhat. He took the opportunity to sneak up on you (maybe cheating a bit using his super stealthy spider skills).

“Hi there!”

You jumped a little, earning an accomplished chuckle from Peter. “Oh, hello. I didn’t hear you walk up. Make yourself comfortable anywhere.”

Peter did so, and the two of you sat in a lovely silence as you read and Peter worked on his DE homework. On the way out the door, he’d decided to go with impressive advanced math. You, however, were too invested in what you were reading to really notice what he was doing at all. He listened to music as he worked, but left one earbud out in case you wanted to talk to him ever. After about half an hour of holding his breath every time you turned the page, of waiting for you to say something, he couldn’t help himself anymore.

“Do you maybe want to go out for dinner Friday night?” he blurted, a little too loudly and a little too high-pitched. Fuck. He hadn’t realized just how nervous he was.

You laughed, a beautiful sound, and looked over at him, saying, “That was a bit sudden.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, much quieter, beginning to backtrack, “you just seem so sweet and funny and lovely and I’d really be—”

“Peter,” you said, cutting him off, “I’d love to.”

You both turned your blushing faces away from each other, both afraid the other would see, and worked in happy silence for the rest of the afternoon.

[mamin-the-troll]

Maminnnnn I always wanted to know all the art materials you have! Heehee! If you can have them in a pic, it would be super great! 😍😍😍

Awwww Evvy! I thought no one’s gonna ask! I love sharing my art supplies with everyone! (it helps me keep tabs on how much I’ve spent on thing that I’ve only use once or twice lol)

Everything I could find (for now) is under the cut! because … it’s lot of photos and I’m trying to tell you what everything is lol

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1. Colours

Derwent Pastel Pencils 36: It’s nice! I like it a lot for awhile but omg I hate it when my fingers are dirty because I try to blend colours by rubbing it…. I don’t know why I can’t make it look thick like other artist … maybe I use a wrong paper?

Art that I create from Derwent Pastel Pencils 36 :D

Colleen 36 Coloured Pencils: THE BEST! I own this box since my high school year…. like 7-8 years now? but then again I haven’t draw a lot until recently. The colours are nice nice. I love using it for line art (when I use copic) or for sketching (more like doodling. using something hard to erase helps me think and worry less :D)

Copic Sketch: I love them! but why do they have to be soooo expensive omg. I only own 14+2 colours (one of them is a colour I’ll never use… I bought it by mistake.. and the other one is colourless blender … which I find useless … because I don’t know how to use it without mess thing up lol) Copic is super nice and good for quick drawing

My Copic charts

Copic Marker + Colleen Coloured Pencils (lineart)

Faber-Castell 24 Watercolour Pencils: I bought this one to draw bjd face (that Artie doll!) I haven’t got any chance to try it yet but soon! (maybe after other doll project I have ;))

Sakura Mat Water Colors 12 colors: Rarely use it because I hate cleaning up my mess after using watercolour ; w ;;;;

ST Acrylic Colour: I bought it for my crafting project (the white tube is Louve’s tho) but I really like these 2 colours! especially the copper gold one! give a nice frill to inked-picture

Like this one! maybe I should try more of this :D

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2. Pencils & Pen

From Left to Right

Sakura Foam Eraser: Good quality. Doesn’t leave smudges and won’t torn into halves lol

Uni Kuru Toga Pencil: I like its weight on my hand and it never break or jam my lead

Prismacolor Col-Erase: Light Blue & Scarlet Red. MY LOVES! I love using them for sketching when I do traditional arts. Nice colours (I love Scarlet Red the most!) and very easy to erase.

Jelly Roll: Use it to dot white dots on eyes

Monami Plus Pen: Chocolate & Gold Brown. For lineart! very cheap but the tips are easily broken though ; w ;

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Sakura Pigma Micron 01: Line art!

Prepy Fountain Pen: Line art too! I wanna try fountain pen because everyone makes it look super nice and neat.

Brush Tank: Because I’m too clumsy to use water bucket when I use ink/ watercolours lol

Pentel Pigment Ink Brush Pen: Both love and loath it lol The stroke is super nice and unique but I can’t control it omg.

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Japanese Black Ink: I can’t remember its brand but good quality. I think I will never finished this bottle omg.

Rotring Black Drawing Ink: For my fountain pen :D

Uni Blue Lead 0.5: I bought it way back when I didn’t know Col-erase exist. I don’t really like it. Break-y and hard to erase but fine pointy tip might good for doing details? Maybe I should try it!

3. Sketch Book & Painting Palette

Renaissance Watercolour Pad: I like this one

Canson Watercolour Paper: I HATE IT! With burning passion omg.

Greenread Paper Notebook: My to go sketch book. I use it a lot. It’s just yellowish paper (it claims that the paper won’t hurt your eyes)

Boston Sketch: My new addiction! It’s super cheap and the paper is rough. I love doodling on rough paper! This one is what I use for doodling with Colleen Coloured Pencils! Cheap paper + Hard to erase colour = No worried doodling! 

Boston Sketch’s paper. Thin, rough and brown-y. Downside is that it look horrible when scanned but I could always take a photo instead :D

Martel Colour Mixing Box: I use it to make a pan watercolour from Sakura Mat Watercolour. It’s huge!

Inside! The slots below is my poor attempt of pan watercolour lol

Painting Palette: Can’t remember it brand but using it when I use Japanese Black Ink, I always add various degree of water into the ink to create difference shades of black! :D

Like this one!

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Long post is long. Sorry Evvy ; w ;;; Hope it’s what you mean lol *hugs you tight*