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seokpapi-blog · 7 years ago

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CHARCOAL (M) | kth

“The thing with Taehyung is that he use his hands a lot while drawing and get his fingers stained with charcoal, a lot. But when I come back home later, I love to see the same black prints all over my body.”

+Pairing: Taehyung x femlale MC ft Seokjin +Genre: College!AU, Artist!kth +Warnings: sexual assault victim +Note: GUYS! This is an adaptation of the book “Easy” by Tammara Webber. I decided to start like this because im not sure of my writing skill yet, so enjoy!

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Y/N Son: ”I’ve attached an outline of my research paper. If you have a chance, could you make sure it’s not too broad, or too focused? I’m not sure how many economies outside the US to include. Also, the J-curve is a little confusing. I get that we can see it after the fact, but isn’t economics based on prediction, like the weather? I mean, who cares if we can only see what happened after the fact - if the weather guy can’t predict what’s going to happen tomorrow, he’s probably going to get fired, right?

I did the worksheets, too. Sorry I’m sending you so much at once, and on a Monday. I should have sent it earlier, but I went out with some friends Saturday and didn’t get it done.”

KIM T: “No problem. I’m either working, studying or in class practically every waking hour. I hardly notice what day it is. I hope you enjoyed your night out. I know I initially said I didn’t need details of your breakup (if that was rude, I didn’t mean it that way); it must have been bad to make you ditch class for two weeks. I can tell skipping is atypical for you.

I’ve attached a WSJ article that explains the J-curve better than the text. You’re exactly right, without the ability to predict, economics isn’t economics, it’s history. And while history has its place in the predictable probabilities of both economics and meteorology (clever analogy, btw), it’s hardly useful if you need to know whether or not to invest in foreign currency or bring your umbrella to school.”

I stared at the email, trying and failing to compare my tuto, Kim to Taehyung. They seemed as opposite as night and day, but I only knew half of each of them. I didn’t know much about Taehyung beyond his striking looks and his ability to beat the shit out of someone. During art history, I’d found myself wondering what would have happened in that interaction with Junmin, if Taehyung had been with me. I wondered if Junmin would have dared to look at me like that. To say what he’d said: Lookin’ good. The thought of Junmin’s cold eyes examining me made my stomach turn.

Feeling shallow for caring, I speculated again what Kim T might look like, and how much impact that might have on what I thought of him. His compliments made me stare at my laptop and smile. He’d said my ex was a moron, and now he seemed to be interested in our breakup. In me. That, or I was reading too much into it.

Y/N Son: “Hey KimT (It seems like Im cxchanging emails with some secret agent) We were together almost three years. I never saw it coming. I followed him here to school, instead of trying for a performing arts school. My orchestra teacher nearly had a stroke when I told him.

He pleaded with me to audition at Oberlin or Julliard, but I didn’t. I can’t blame anyone but myself. I trusted my future to my boyfriend, like an idiot. Now I’m stuck somewhere I’m not supposed to be. I don’t know if I just believed that much in him, or that little in myself. Either way, pretty fucking stupid, huh? So there’s my weepy little story.Thank you for the article.”

Kim T: “Not stupid. Overly trusting, maybe, but that reflects on his lack of trustworthiness, not on your intelligence. As for being somewhere you’re not supposed to be – maybe you’re here for a reason, or there is no reason. As a scientist, I lean toward the latter. Either way, you’re off the hook. You made a decision; now you make the best of it. That’s all you can do, right? On that note, I’m off to study for a statistical mechanics quiz. Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to prove scientifically that your ex isn’t worthy of you, and you’re exactly where you should be.”

When Elee came through the door, I was half-asleep and surrounded by conjugated Spanish verbs printed on colored index cards. I scooped most of them up just before she bounced onto the edge of my bed.

“So? Did you call him or text him? Did you use the stuff we went over? What did he say?”

I sighed. “Neither.”

She lay back on the bed, flinging her arms wide dramatically as I snatched up cards before she creased them. “You chickened out.”

I stared at the cards in my hand. Yo habré, tú habrás, él habrá, nosotros habremos… “Yeah, maybe.”

“Hmm. You know, this is better. Don’t call. Make him chase you.” She laughed at my creased brow.

I thought about Seokjin. About what kind of guy he was. He’d chased me in the beginning, but he didn’t have to try very hard to catch me. I was swept off my feet by him, swept along in his dreams and plans, because he’d made me part of them. Until a few weeks ago.

“Aw, shit, y/n. I know what you’re doing. Don’t think about him. I’m gonna make some cocoa. Get back to—” she sat up, picking up a card I’d not grabbed hastily enough, “—ugh, Spanish verbs.”

Wednesday, I got to the classroom before the 8:00 class let out. As soon as most of the students had filed out the door, I slipped in and took my seat, determined not to pay attention to Taehyung when he came in. To that end, I flipped through my index cards, though I was more than ready to ace the quiz in Spanish.

When Jungkook slid into his seat on my left, I didn’t pause in my review. I refused to be distracted from not paying attention to Taehyung’s seat, and whether or not he was in it.

“Hey, Y/N.” That wasn’t Jungkook’s voice.

The seats were bolted to the floor, with right-handed desktops. Taehyung leaned slightly over the side of Jungkook’s, pushing into the very margin of my space. My breath caught, and I focused on letting it out, appearing unaffected. “Oh, hi.”

He bit his lower lip once, briefly. “I guess you didn’t notice the note on your coffee cup.”

I glanced at my phone, sitting on the edge of my textbook. “I noticed.” I watched his reaction.

He smiled, his light eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, and I tried not to swoon visibly. “Mmm I see, so how ’bout you give me yours?”

I arched a brow at him. “Why? Do you need help in economics?”

He bit his lip in earnest that time, stifling a laugh. “Hardly. What makes you think that?”

I frowned. Could I be attracted to a guy who cared so little about doing well in class? “I guess it’s not my business.”

He leaned his chin into the palm of his hand. The tips of his fingers were tinged with gray, probably from drawing with that pencil sitting over his ear. “I appreciate your concern, but I want your number for reasons completely unrelated to economics.”

I picked up my phone and found his number, and sent him a text that said: Hi.

“Dude, you’re in my seat.” Jungkook’s tone was matter-of-fact, but unperturbed.

Taehyung’s phone vibrated in his hand, and he smiled as my text popped up, giving him my number. “Thanks.” He unfolded himself from the chair and addressed Jungkook. “Sorry, man.”

“No prob.” Jungkook was one of the most easygoing people I’d ever met. His attitude said slacker, but I’d gotten a look at the midterm crammed into his notebook—he’d made a high B, and for all his talk about skipping class and sleeping in, he’d yet to miss one. After Taehyung sauntered back to his seat, Jungkook leaned over the edge of his desktop, closer than Taehyung had. “So what was that about?” His eyebrows rocked up and down and I tried not to grin.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” I replied, fluttering my lashes in my best Southern belle impersonation.

“Careful, little lady,” he drawled. “That fella seems a bit dangerous.” He shook a too-long curl out of his eyes, smiling. “Not that there’s anything wrong with a bit of danger.”

I congratulated myself for taking a singular peek over my shoulder, halfway through the fifty-minute class. Taehyung wasn’t looking at me, so I couldn’t help staring. Pencil in hand, he was sketching intently, first shading and then carefully smearing with his thumb. His hair fell around his face as he concentrated on his work, the lecture and the classroom disregarded as though he was alone in his room. I imagined him sitting on his bed, knees up, pad balanced on his thighs. I wondered what he was sketching. Or who.

He glanced up and caught my gaze. Held it.

His mouth pulled into that ghost of a smile and he stretched his neck and rolled his shoulders, returning my stare. Glancing at the pad, he tapped the end of his pencil against it and sprawled back in his seat, lashes fanning down as he examined his work.

Dr. Park finished the chart he was free-handing onto the whiteboard, and the lecture resumed. Taehyung tucked the pencil over his ear and picked up a pen. Before shifting his attention to our professor, he smiled at me again, and a jolt of excitement shot through me.

At the end of class, a different girl than last week intercepted him on his way out the door, and I bolted without a backward look. My adrenaline kicked in, my body sensing my need to escape and giving wings to it.

I texted Elee that I’d be getting crap coffee in the cafeteria before my afternoon class instead of going by the Coffe. She texted back: GENIUS. I’ll meet you there. Sisters in solidarity and all that shit.

From the end of my bed, my laptop dinged an email alert, and an answering flutter came from my stomach. It was probably nothing—a notice about flu shots from the health center, or another note from one of my old high school friends, who were all “so devastated” that Seokjin and I were over (which they all figured out when he changed his Facebook relationship status—twenty minutes after he’d broken up with me).

I’d disabled my account immediately, and had yet to reinstate it. The thought of seeing his glib status updates and having photos of him pop up in my feed was demoralizing. Even if I hid him, we knew too many of the same people. There’d be no hiding his activities completely. I began getting sympathetic and condescending emails and texts the next day, so I was justifiably apprehensive whenever I checked my inbox.

Cringing, I pulled it up… and smiled.

Kim T: “Are you going to make it to the session tomorrow (Thursday)? In case you won’t, I’ve attached the worksheet I’m planning to go over. It’s new, separate stuff, and you needn’t be completely caught up to get it. (Speaking of, you should be all caught up within a week or so.)

PS – I’ve been thinking about that proof I spoke of last time – that you’re where you’re supposed to be. And it occurred to me, can you prove you’d be better off somewhere else? If you’d have left the state, your relationship would have ended still. Maybe you’d have even blamed yourself, not knowing that it was doomed because of him, either way. Instead, you’re here. You got dumped, skipped class, and met the best econ tutor at the university! Who knows, maybe I’ll make you fall in love with economics. (What’s your major, btw?)”

Y/N Son: “I’m a music education major. I hate that saying: "Those who can, do, those who can’t, teach." As a tutor, I know that’s BS. Still. I wanted to do. I imagined joining a symphony orchestra, or a progressive jazz band… And instead, I’m going to teach.

I won’t be at your session – I have lessons with my middle school boys tomorrow. (I think I’d be more impressive to them if I could fart the scales instead of plucking them on the bass.)

Sorry to inform you, but I plan to make it through this class and be done with econ. No reflection on your genius tutoring skills, I swear. Thank you for the worksheet. You’re too kind.”

Kim T: “If you want to do, then do. What’s stopping you?

So I’m kind, huh? Never heard that before. People usually think I’m a pretentious a-hole. I must admit, I tend to encourage that estimation. So please promise to keep your opinion to yourself. Reputations can be ruined so easily, you know. ;)

PS – Do the worksheet. Before Friday. I’m giving you a very serious look through this screen. DO THE WORKSHEET. If you have problems with any of the material, let me know.”

Y/N Son: “What’s stopping me? Well, I’ve blown the chance to go to a serious music school. And I’m stuck in a state that doesn’t always foster the arts (something I’ll probably spend my entire teaching career fighting). It seems impossible to go out now and “do.” I guess I should rethink that.

Your secret geniality is safe. My lips are sealed.

PS – I’m DOING the worksheet, but I’m giving you a very petulant look through my screen. Slave driver.”

I was grinning when I clicked send. Maybe I was playing an entirely different game of chase, and Taehyung and his infuriatingly enigmatic smile could take a flying leap. Elee and Mina could keep their make-him-chase-you advice and use it themselves, because I, apparently, sucked at it in real life. Through email, though… My happy expression slid away as I realized the stark truth—I was flirting with someone online. I had no idea what he looked like, or what type of person he was.

That wasn’t exactly true. I knew exactly what type of person he was, even though I’d never laid eyes on him. He was kind. And intelligent. And straightforward.

Of course, he hadn’t beaten a would-be rapist to a bloody pulp for me. Or made my insides melt when he put his hands on my waist. He probably didn’t have tattoos on his arms or deep brown eyes and a liquefying stare.

At 10:00 pm, my phone trilled a text alert.

Taehyung: Hi :)

Me: Hi :)

Taehyung: What’s up?

Me: Nothing. Homework.

Taehyung: I wanted to talk to you after class, but you disappeared.

Me: I have another class right after. One of those profs who stops talking, stares at you and waits until you get to your seat if you’re late.

Taehyung: I would probably just walk to my seat even slower. ;)

Taehyung: You should come by the Coffe Friday. It’s usually dead. Americano, on the house?

Me: Free coffee? I can’t pass that up. I’ll try to stop by. When do you work?

Taehyung: All afternoon. Til 5.

Me: K

Taehyung: See you Friday, Y/N.

Taehyung was fifteen minutes late to class on Friday, and we had a pop quiz first thing—which he missed. My first thought was how irresponsible it was to miss a quiz… and then I remembered that I missed the midterm. I couldn’t exactly point any fingers.

He slipped through the back door as Dr. Park walked up the center aisle, collecting quizzes. He took the stacks from the left row and then turned to the right, where Taehyung sat. “I need to see you after class,” he said, his voice low.

Inclining his head once, Taehyung pulled his text from his backpack and replied in the same subdued tone. “Yes, sir.”

I didn’t look back at him during the remainder of class, and when it was over, he packed up his backpack and walked down the outside aisle to the front. While waiting for Dr. Park to finish his conversation with another student, Taehyung’s eyes lifted and found me. His smile was as unreadable as always, scarcely there at all. But his gaze was focused, pegging me like a dart to a board.

Turning his attention to our professor, he broke the stare. I released the breath I’d not realized I was holding and escaped the classroom, undecided on whether or not to follow through with stopping by the Coffe that afternoon.

I considered the quiz I’d just aced, thanks to Kim’s insistence that I complete the worksheet he sent two nights ago. Doing that worksheet had been all sorts of help—on a quiz he must have known about. I didn’t think he’d crossed a line and told me something he shouldn’t have, but his toe was definitely on the line. For me. Swept along and invisible among thousands of other students on this enormous campus, I was struck by the fact that for some reason, he’d gone out of his way to help me. For some reason, I mattered to him.

Elee: Jongkyung and I are leaving soon. You gonna be ok this weekend? You’re going to the coffe this afternoon, RIGHT? If he asks you out, GO FOR IT HOE. Clear the palate! Don’t forget you’ll have the room to yourself all weekend.

Me: You kids have fun. I’ll be fine! I’ll keep you posted.

Elee: You’d better! I’ll be back Sunday afternoon. Or evening, depending on the level of hangover Sunday morning. lmao. TEXT ME LATER.

I’d forgotten Elee’s road trip with Jongkyung was this weekend. His brother was in a band, and they were playing at a festival tomorrow near Busan, so they had reservations at a bed and breakfast for the weekend. Elee told Mina and me about it last month while we waited to look at Mercury and Venus through a telescope during an evening astronomy lab.

The coffee smell invaded my senses before the Coffe came into view. Rounding the corner, my eyes went to the counter, where two employees stood talking. When I didn’t see Taehyung, I wondered if he’d switched shifts and forgot to text me.

There were only a handful of customers—one of whom was Dr. Park, reading the paper in the corner. I had nothing against my professor, but I didn’t exactly want him witnessing my attempts to flirt with the guy who skipped the quiz and got called out for it just this morning. I stood just behind a display of coffee mugs and travel cups.

Just as he had Monday, Taehyung pushed through the door to the back as my eyes brushed over it. My fingers and toes tingled at the sight of him. Underneath the green apron, he wore an orange long-sleeved tshirt, not the university-branded sweatshirt he’d worn this morning in class. His shirtsleeves were pushed past his elbows again, leaving the tattoos visible. I moved to the counter, my eyes skimming from his forearms to his face. He hadn’t seen me yet.

One of the girls at the register straightened. “Can I help you?” Her voice held a bite of annoyance, as though she was snapping her fingers to get my attention.

“I’ve got it, Eun ” Taehyung said, and she shrugged and returned to her conversation with her coworker, but they both eyed me with even more hostility than a moment before. “Hey, y/n.”

“Hi.”

He glanced toward the corner where Dr. Park sat. “What can I get for you?”

His tone wasn’t the tone of a guy who’d specifically asked me to come by. Maybe he was behaving circumspectly for his coworkers’ benefit.

“Um, a grande Americano, I guess.”

He grabbed the cup from the stack and made the drink. I tried to hand him my card, but he shook his head once. “That’s okay. I’ve got it.”

His coworkers exchanged a look I pretended not to see.

I thanked him and retreated to the opposite side of the shop from Dr. Park, setting up my laptop to work on my econ project.

After an hour, I’d bookmarked a dozen sources on current international economic happenings, my coffee was gone, and Taehyung hadn’t come over once. I was expected at the high school for my weekly Friday afternoon bass lessons in half an hour. Shutting down my laptop, I turned to unplug the power cord from the wall.

“Ms. Son.” At Dr. Park’s unexpected greeting, I jumped, knocking over my thankfully-empty cup. “Oh! So sorry to have startled you!”

“Oh, that’s okay. I’m a little jumpy—from, uh, the coffee.” And from thinking for one split second that you were Taehyung.

“I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Kim tells me you’re almost caught up, and making headway on the project. I’m glad to hear it.” He lowered his voice and glanced around conspiratorially. “My colleagues and I don’t actually want to fail anyone, you know. Our goal is to frighten—I mean encourage—the less, er, serious students to produce. Not that I believe you’re one of those.”

I returned his smile. “I understand.”

He straightened and cleared his throat. “Good, good. Well, on that note—have a productive weekend.” He chuckled at his joke and I managed to avoid rolling my eyes.

“Thank you, Dr. Park.”

He walked to the counter and spoke to Taehyung as I wound the power cord and stowed the laptop in my backpack. The conversation between them was earnest, and I was concerned when Dr. Park seemed to gesture toward me at least once. I wondered if our professor believed that Taehyung was one of those less serious students he could intimidate into becoming more dedicated. If so, I didn’t want to be used as some sort of example.

As I walked out, I looked over my shoulder, but Taehyung didn’t shift his gaze my way at all, and his expression was tense. His coworker, wiping down a counter a few feet away, smirked at me.

When I left the high school two hours later, I switched on my phone, endeavoring to look forward to a weekend alone while it powered up. Clearly, the trip to Coffe was a bust. Taehyung had been, if possible, even more puzzling and cagey than he was before.

While working on the project, I’d emailed Kim to thank him for sending the worksheet Wednesday, and for insisting that I do it. I hadn’t heard from him since Wednesday, but maybe he would email this afternoon or tonight. Maybe he’d be free this weekend, and we could finally meet.

I had one text from Elee that she and Jongkyung had arrived in Busan—along with lots of insinuation about what I could do with a room to myself, and Mom had texted to ask about my Ch’usok days plans. Seokjin and I had alternated spending the day at his house or mine the past three years. Somehow, this translated into confusion about whether or not I was coming home this year. When I texted her back that yes, breaking up with a guy generally means no more shared holidays, I expected an apology to follow. I should have known better.

Mom: Don’t be snippy. Your dad and I planned and paid for a trip to Jeju that weekend, because we thought you could stay at the Kim’s. I guess we’ll have to cancel.

Me: Go ahead and go. I’ll go home with Elee or something.

Mom: Ok. If you’re sure.

Me: I’m sure.

I tossed my phone in an empty cup-holder and drove back to campus, prepared to watch reality TV and work on economics all weekend.

When I got to my room, I saw that Taehyung had texted while I was driving back.

Taehyung: Sorry I didn’t say goodbye Me: It was awkward with Dr. Park there I guess. Taehyung: Yeah. Taehyung: So, I’d like to sketch you. Me: Oh? Taehyung: Yeah Me: Okay. Not, like, sans clothes or anything right? Taehyung: Haha no. Unless you’re up for that. Taehyung: Jk. Is tonight ok? Or tomorrow night? Me: Tonight is good. Taehyung: Cool. I can be there in a couple of hours. Me: Ok. Taehyung: What’s your room number? Me: 362. I’ll need to let you into the building. Taehyung: I can probably get in. I’ll text you if I can’t.

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stubzs87 · 7 years ago

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Commission Scammer

I’ll have to explain a lot of this in text since tumblr will only allow me ten images and I want those screen shots to be the important ones.

To start from the beginning, this girl (she never gave me her real name or anything) initially contacted me through youtube a few years back about my tarantula care videos because she claimed to be wanting one herself so I ended up adding her as a skype contact per her request and I made a video answering her questions in detail. After that we only talked on and off VERY briefly and during which times we talked she always seemed to have some sob story to talk about. Fast forward to April of this year she contacted me out of nowhere again with another sob story about her brother getting killed by a cop (though apparently he deserved it) and that a friend of hers had helped with the funeral expenses and in return she wanted to commission me for a portrait of said friend as thanks. I had JUST started working at my current job and the hours were crap at the time so I took it on. I had not taken an art commission (excluding my needlefelt commissions) in some time and I had changed my pricing and I had just gotten this nifty app on my tablet that calculates the price of commissions or art you sell based on time/materials spent. I wanted to give her the most accurate price so I (very stupidly looking back on it) asked her if I could see how many hours it took to complete her commission and then give her the price, and I did warn her that my prices could be pretty pricey. She assured me that money wasn’t an issue and sent me a screenshot of over $600 she (supposedly) spent on Amazon. Since she agreed, I told her I’d send over WIP images (but I made sure that they were vastly downsized and with my watermark over the face of the portrait. Everything was agreed upon through skype and I set to work. During that time we kept in regular contact every time I finished a section of her commission and she always seemed to be pleased with where I was going with it. When I finished in mid June, I took the hours I had painstakingly recorded (27+ hours) and calculated the price, sent her one more scaled down, watermarked image of the final product and gave her the price calculated. She agreed to the price ($314), but said she only had $280 and the rest would be have to be transferred (from when we talked before it sounded like she was on some government aid) and so again, being the nice and stupid person I was at the time I said I’d wait for the transfer which I assumed would be sometime in late June or at least sometime next month.

A few weeks passed and I sent her a friendly reminder since I had heard nothing back and I at least wanted to know when to expect payment. Heard nothing back. By then I started to suspect that she screwed me, but I gave her two more reminders a few weeks apart in July. Heard nothing back.

Started looking through her accounts and saving our skype conversations and even made screenshots of them in case I needed them and for the fact that I wanted to get the message around for other artists or anyone for that matter to stay away from this girl. All I’ve been able to find as far as accounts belonging to her were a Google+ account, her youtube account, and her skype account under the add name chicchee-na (she appeared to be a roleplayer of sorts and last I spoke to her she seemed to be roleplaying as Bertholdt Hoover from the anime Attack on Titan). Also noticed when digging deeper, her skype account, depending on whether I used the skype program or the skype extension program on my email, it showed her to be in two different locations.

Here’s also some snippets of conversations I had on skype with her about the commission.

That’s the gist of the conversation. Also she claimed to have tons of exotic pets, tarantulas, snakes, lizards, turtles, scorpions, etc.

If by chance she changes her skype name but starts talking about tragedy and lots of exotic pets, I would suggest staying away from this person. Don’t add her ANYWHERE. She also sent me pics of herself when I first met her, but who knows if those were her real pictures. The girl in the pics was tan, had long dark hair, fairly large boobs (kind of vague I know..but I never got screenshots of those pics because the convo was too old and skype didn’t save that back.

I know this was long winded, but since I fell victim to this as an artist, I felt it was my duty to spread the word in the most detailed way I could. I know I am partly to blame for falling prey to this, but the fact remains that she screwed me and probably intended to from the very beginning. All I can be thankful for is that she never got a hold of the full scale un-watermarked version of the commission. Karma or something will come back to her eventually and I learned a valuable lesson.

Anyways, please spread the word so that no one else falls victim. And ALWAYS accept full or partial payment before working on an art commission!

(Also it seems tumblr doesn’t want to show the full sized images of some of my screenshots, so I’Il post the full convsersation below the line. Some of it gets a little personal about my life, but I’m going to keep the entire convo intact for the integrity of the post and so everyone can see how deep she goes into her sob stories. Which are most likely just stories.)

[4/20/17, 12:06:25 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: HEY YOU. [4/20/17, 12:06:26 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: LK;SDFHD;KS [4/20/17, 12:06:29 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I have a question. <3 [4/20/17, 12:07:01 PM] Darcie: what is it? [4/20/17, 12:07:20 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I have a little lore to give first. [4/20/17, 12:08:25 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: My brother was just murdered on the 30th. I had his funeral service on the 8th. Things have been horrible around here and I'm not doing as well as I could be. I have a friend named Kim and she's been helping me out so much, even down to helping me pay for cremation and such. I want to show her I care for her and I want to do something nice for her. [4/20/17, 12:08:45 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: One thing she has always wanted was a drawing of herself, and I know that's something you do. I know you do art. [4/20/17, 12:08:57 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: If I pay you, and you can name your price, would you take up a commission? [4/20/17, 12:10:19 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: https://scontent.fyaw1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/26420_1274456899095_4774184_n.jpg?oh=f691be5c2d72a088ac2b0a747eaaf2a0&oe=5999D373 It would be something like this. o.o [4/20/17, 12:14:24 PM] Darcie: Wow that's really awful, I'm really sorry to hear that D: it's good that you've got someone to help you out like that though

I think I could do that. what sort of medium are you looking for and do you have anything in particular in mind for the background? [4/20/17, 12:14:55 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Shit. [4/20/17, 12:15:01 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I didn't think I would get this far. [4/20/17, 12:15:16 PM] Darcie: why not? [4/20/17, 12:15:33 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: As for my brother, well..it was justified homicide. He attacked a Police officer with a weapon. [4/20/17, 12:15:39 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: You know how that usually goes. [4/20/17, 12:15:49 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: As for the picture, the heck is a medium..;-;? [4/20/17, 12:18:03 PM] Darcie: yeah, but that still seems like it would be hard to deal with :S

well medium refers to what I would be working with to make the portrait. I can do some traditional art, but I feel my knowledge of it is more limited than when I work with digital art. but if you want something in water color or prisma color pencils I could try it. [4/20/17, 12:21:04 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Oh no no, if you want to work with digital, go for it.~ [4/20/17, 12:21:14 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: You do whatever is best for you. I'm not worried about it at all. [4/20/17, 12:21:32 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I have no preference, I just want to show her I cared enough to ask someone to do this for me. [4/20/17, 12:21:46 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Do this as you wish. <3 [4/20/17, 12:22:53 PM] Darcie: okay cool. I'm already getting some ideas about what I could do with this. [4/20/17, 12:23:05 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: It's alllllll yours. <3 [4/20/17, 12:23:39 PM] Darcie: also do you need me to set up a deadline for this? [4/20/17, 12:23:52 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: No no o.o! [4/20/17, 12:23:57 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Whenever is fine. <3 [4/20/17, 12:25:31 PM] Darcie: okay. I am working on another piece, but I will try to get this done for you as soon as possible. [4/20/17, 12:28:18 PM] Darcie: I've been working with this style lately https://cdn.theculturetrip.com/images/56-198302-3542488286-45386f2912-z.jpg [4/20/17, 12:28:29 PM] Darcie: I think it would be good for her protrait [4/20/17, 12:35:41 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Yeah! [4/20/17, 12:36:43 PM] Darcie: are there any elements that she likes that I could add? like certain plants or animals? [4/20/17, 12:37:57 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: OH [4/20/17, 12:38:00 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: SHE LIKES UM [4/20/17, 12:38:02 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: THOSE THINGS.. [4/20/17, 12:38:09 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Fish tanks and stuff o.o! [4/20/17, 12:38:12 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Like fishies. ouo [4/20/17, 12:38:44 PM] Darcie: okay, I might be able to fit something like that in :') [4/20/17, 12:44:41 PM] Darcie: I think I would like to work on it first, see how many hours gets put into it before I name my price. would you be okay with that? [4/20/17, 12:45:00 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Sure.~ [4/20/17, 12:45:10 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: On 4/20/17, at 12:44 PM, Kim, The Eternally Tired wrote: > anything water related really: ocean, beach, waves, octopuses, jellyfish, sea turtles, mermaids [4/20/17, 12:45:20 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: On 4/20/17, at 12:45 PM, Kim, The Eternally Tired wrote: > i like astronomical stuff too, space and planets and stars [4/20/17, 12:45:26 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Space ocean..@0@ [4/20/17, 12:45:50 PM] Darcie: ohh really cool~ I feel like that gives me a lot to work with [4/20/17, 12:46:47 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Oh my God, celestial fish, GALAXY FEESH. O-O [4/20/17, 12:51:08 PM] Darcie: yeah I might be able to do something like that [4/20/17, 12:51:16 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: @u@ [4/20/17, 12:58:56 PM] Darcie: :") [4/20/17, 1:35:33 PM] Darcie: so how are your tarantula and snake doing? [4/20/17, 1:35:45 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: So many pets. [4/20/17, 1:35:49 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: So many pets. [4/20/17, 1:36:02 PM] Darcie: ohh you have more now? [4/20/17, 1:36:16 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Two Tarantulas, Python, seven foot Boa, Tortoise, Parrot, Bearded Dragon. </3sakdfh [4/20/17, 1:36:32 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: And I'm getting two Scorpions in a few months. [4/20/17, 1:36:53 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Annnnd I'm trying to find a Anery Sand Boa. [4/20/17, 1:37:03 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: But they're all great. ^-^ [4/20/17, 1:37:08 PM] Darcie: sounds like fun :) [4/20/17, 1:37:24 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: IMG_2483.JPG [4/20/17, 1:37:28 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: 17523386_1343871472337192_5858621976495321661_n.jpg [4/20/17, 1:37:34 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: ^D0AE83B540A22B5B1B80E882DFA85417C3BCE3F1947BAA3EE4^pimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg [4/20/17, 1:37:54 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: One Tarantula is really mean. [4/20/17, 1:37:58 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: But I still like him.~ [4/20/17, 1:38:46 PM] Darcie: if I lived somewhere else I'd get some snakes and lizards, but I currently live with family who don't allow them... they [4/20/17, 1:38:54 PM] Darcie: *they're all really cute [4/20/17, 1:39:40 PM] Darcie: I only have three tarantulas now 'cause Rosy got old and died last week. the other big one I have is a bit of a butthole too [4/20/17, 1:39:46 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: IMG_0136.JPG [4/20/17, 1:40:02 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I can't even change his water. [4/20/17, 1:40:24 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I have to get a sucky thing to suck the water out and just refill it from the top of the enclosure. [4/20/17, 1:40:39 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: He's so mean, and so fast. e-e [4/20/17, 1:40:42 PM] Darcie: is that the zebra knee? [4/20/17, 1:40:55 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Yeah. o.o [4/20/17, 1:41:03 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Total asshole. [4/20/17, 1:41:23 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I've had him for over a year and he hasn't changed a bit. [4/20/17, 1:41:59 PM] Darcie: never had one of them before. Yeah same with my little shit. I won't hold him. [4/20/17, 1:42:16 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: His name is Claude, he wants me to die. ;-; [4/20/17, 1:43:32 PM] Darcie: sounds like he's just to look that then :p [4/20/17, 2:03:40 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: One thing I REALLY like is watching art coming alive. [4/20/17, 2:03:52 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Along the way, would you mind giving me screenshots of it o.o? [4/20/17, 2:04:02 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I like watching it develop.~ [4/20/17, 2:05:50 PM] Darcie: if you want I can record it into a video [4/20/17, 2:05:58 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: SURE O-O [4/20/17, 2:06:20 PM] Darcie: I'd love to do another timelapse art video [4/20/17, 2:06:42 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I watched the other ones, that's how I knew you did art. ^-^ [4/20/17, 2:07:41 PM] Darcie: I have a deviantart if you want to see more of my art, like more an idea of what I do [4/20/17, 2:07:51 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Sure o.o! [4/20/17, 2:10:01 PM] Darcie: http://badapple-art.deviantart.com/ [4/20/17, 2:12:37 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: @0@! [4/22/17, 11:05:04 AM] Bertholdt Hoover: I'm excited. @u@ [4/25/17, 3:40:17 PM] Darcie: I finished my other piece I was working on the other day, so I hope to start on this very soon. [4/25/17, 3:41:35 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: No problem.~ [4/30/17, 1:34:21 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I got a Scorpion today. o.o [5/1/17, 2:39:45 PM] Darcie: how is the scorpion doing? [5/1/17, 2:50:15 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Pretty good.~ [5/1/17, 2:50:21 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: He's a little nerd. [5/1/17, 2:56:21 PM] Darcie: that's good :') [5/1/17, 2:56:29 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: ^78717198D59719982FFEDFD5E2F5EB408E43C3252669CD871C^pimgpsh_fullsize_distr.jpg [5/1/17, 2:56:37 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: His name is Ling, he's an Emperor. <3 [5/1/17, 2:58:43 PM] Darcie: I have sketched your friend, still need to add the art nouveau elements. just wanted you to like confirm how it looks before I continue.

that's a good name :) [5/1/17, 2:59:02 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Sure! [5/1/17, 2:59:27 PM] Darcie: NouveauPortraitCommission - Sketch.png [5/1/17, 3:00:40 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: OOOOOH. OuO [5/1/17, 3:02:57 PM] Darcie: so I take it you like it so far? [5/1/17, 3:03:14 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Yeah! [5/1/17, 3:03:24 PM] Darcie: yay~ [5/1/17, 3:03:42 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: ^-^! [5/1/17, 3:04:57 PM] Darcie: I haven't drawn a portrait in a while (especially someone I've never drawn before) so I had a little performance anxiety [5/1/17, 3:06:45 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I don't think they're any good or bad art. We all have our own personal styles that are different from the next. [5/1/17, 3:06:55 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: They're like yard sales to me. o.o [5/1/17, 3:07:08 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Each one is different and I get excited to see what's on the table. <3 [5/1/17, 3:07:55 PM] Darcie: that's a good way of thinking about it C: [5/5/17, 11:56:07 AM] Bertholdt Hoover: HEY YOU. <3 [5/5/17, 11:59:20 AM] Darcie: hey [5/5/17, 12:02:52 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: How are you? [5/5/17, 12:03:41 PM] Darcie: I'm okay, could be better, but could be worse. [5/5/17, 12:03:50 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Something up? [5/5/17, 12:04:16 PM] Darcie: Just not getting along with some members of my family, one of which I live with. [5/5/17, 12:04:38 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Ahhh, yeah, that's kind of a crappy thing to deal with. [5/5/17, 12:11:23 PM] Darcie: yup...especially when they're verbally abusive and threaten you verbally. [5/5/17, 12:11:50 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Oh I know. [5/5/17, 12:11:57 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I got stabbed by one. [5/5/17, 12:12:12 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: And now he's dead because of it. [5/5/17, 12:12:18 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Bam was horrible to live with, so I know what it can be like. [5/5/17, 12:12:58 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: He broke my wrist three months ago because I asked him what he wanted for lunch. It was so bad around here that I had to piss in a cup and dump it out the window because I was so scared of him that I wouldn't leave the bedroom. [5/5/17, 12:13:08 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: It can be SUPER shitty. [5/5/17, 12:16:34 PM] Darcie: I've never had it that bad, but he's threatened to take a baseball bat to me, and he's put his hands on me once and we kind of "wrestled" around, but thankfully he's old, but he's still pretty strong for an old man. I pretty much stay in my room all the time too. If I ask him the wrong question or bring up the wrong thing he'll start yelling at me. He's a Korean War vet, and I don't know what problems it gave him, but I think he thinks that gives him the right to be an asshole. [5/5/17, 12:17:19 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: But be a little mentally ill. [5/5/17, 12:17:26 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I'm sure my brother was ill, by the way he acted. [5/5/17, 12:17:34 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Sometimes a mood disorder can cause all that shit. [5/5/17, 12:19:03 PM] Darcie: the only thing I can think of that he has is anger issues. he doesn't really show PTSD or anything like that. [5/5/17, 12:20:02 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Are you waiting for him to die? [5/5/17, 12:20:24 PM] Darcie: he pretty much thinks everyone in our generation are losers and looks down on them. he blames us for what's going on in the world. any time he gets upset he takes it out everyone else. [5/5/17, 12:20:31 PM] Darcie: what do you mean? [5/5/17, 12:20:59 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I wanted my brother to die, which is weird saying because now he just died less than a month ago. [5/5/17, 12:21:09 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: But I felt my only freedom was his death. [5/5/17, 12:21:25 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I was hoping he would suffer from a stroke or heartattack, or even choke or suicide. [5/5/17, 12:21:42 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I've always wanted him to die because that's the only way this would stop. [5/5/17, 12:21:53 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Do you feel the same or has it not gotten to that point yet? [5/5/17, 12:24:15 PM] Darcie: it's gotten to that point sometimes. I try not to think that way, but there have been times that I've felt close to the breaking point, of either killing myself or someone else, most likely him. but again I try not to think about that too much. Right now I'm trying to focus on working to get out of this hole. I've only got a temporary job now. [5/5/17, 12:24:55 PM] Darcie: so yeah sometimes I wish he would just die from old age or something, but he's a tough old bastard. so I'm trying to get away before that [5/5/17, 12:26:15 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I'm sorry that you have to put up with that. [5/5/17, 12:33:02 PM] Darcie: Me too... like I had to deal with stuff with my mom all while I was growing up pretty much up until she died a few years ago. but it wasn't her fault, she definitely had a mental illness, but as bad as she got and some of the things she said, I knew she still loved me. But with him, it's like all he cares about is himself. He doesn't give a shit about the fact that I have depression and PTSD related episodes and get stressed out easily because of all the stuff I've been through. All he's doing is adding to all the pressure I already have on myself. I'm also frustrated that my grandmother and my dad don't try to give me better support when he does that stuff to me. All they say is to ignore him or leave the room, and sometimes I do, but sometimes I feel like I have to stand up to him. [5/5/17, 12:34:55 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: ;-; [5/5/17, 12:35:34 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Is that why you draw o.o? [5/5/17, 12:38:01 PM] Darcie: no. I've always drawn, ever since I was little. used to draw on the walls and at school. [5/5/17, 12:39:15 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Drawing is neat ouo [5/5/17, 12:39:32 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I'm excited to see how this picture is going to turn out. ^-^ [5/5/17, 12:41:19 PM] Darcie: yeah. it's like one of the only things that gives me happiness. me too, I've got all sorts of ideas in my head. [5/5/17, 12:43:56 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Can't wait to see the next update. \^-^/ [5/5/17, 12:44:59 PM] Darcie: Thanks [5/8/17, 2:04:50 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: HEYOOOOOO. o 0o [5/8/17, 2:05:36 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: So my friend is going away for a month, she's leaving in less than a week. Think I could set a deadline now for an extra $35 o.o? [5/8/17, 2:06:08 PM] Darcie: I don [5/8/17, 2:06:24 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Don is a neat guy. o.o [5/8/17, 2:07:49 PM] Darcie: I don't think I could get i finished in a week if that is the deadline [5/8/17, 2:08:46 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: That's okay. ^-^ [5/8/17, 2:09:38 PM] Darcie: 'cause I'm still on the sketching phase and I've got work now every night. I feel if I rushed things that much it wouldn't be a very good result [5/8/17, 2:10:38 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I understand! That's okay. ^-^ [5/8/17, 2:10:47 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Have you done more that I could get a sneak peek on o.o?! [5/8/17, 2:11:01 PM] Darcie: yes I have, hold on [5/8/17, 2:12:37 PM] Darcie: and just a heads up, but this could get a bit pricey [5/8/17, 2:12:59 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Pfft. [5/8/17, 2:13:43 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: IMG_08052017_161338_0.png [5/8/17, 2:14:02 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I just spent $666 on Amazon, in random junk. [5/8/17, 2:14:17 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Material items and spending money is all I care about in life. [5/8/17, 2:14:39 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: So it's okay. <3 [5/8/17, 2:15:19 PM] Darcie: okay, but I just wanted to be sure you knew. [5/8/17, 2:16:37 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Oh yeah.~ [5/8/17, 2:18:41 PM] Darcie: NouveauPortraitCommission - Sketch.png [5/8/17, 2:19:13 PM] Darcie: I'm going to be drawing different kinds of fish in the circles around her head. [5/8/17, 2:20:06 PM] Darcie: and the full size of the image will be about 20 inches wide and 20 inches long when I get done with it. [5/8/17, 2:24:36 PM] Darcie: any thoughts? [5/8/17, 2:27:04 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: OOOOOH I LIKE THAT. O-O [5/8/17, 2:28:03 PM] Darcie: I'm glad you like the idea :') also need to add a lot more details on the octopus. [5/8/17, 2:31:45 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: I'm so excited to keep seeing this amazing work. @u@ [5/8/17, 2:33:05 PM] Darcie: me too :') I'm going to at least try and work on it a little bit each day, might get more time if my work schedule changes after the 11th. [5/8/17, 2:36:42 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Sure.~ [5/8/17, 2:42:34 PM] Darcie: I'm still a temp worker there, but I'm hoping they will hire me onto the team. they're also moving the store around a lot so I'm probably going to be working a lot of days until that calms down. [5/8/17, 2:47:44 PM] Darcie: well I gotta go get ready for work now, talk to you later. [5/8/17, 2:50:25 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Bye ouo! [5/8/17, 2:52:19 PM] Darcie: bye~ [5/15/17, 1:51:25 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: OH HERRO.~ [5/15/17, 2:09:19 PM] Darcie: Hello [5/20/17, 1:52:59 PM] Darcie: Hello~ [5/20/17, 1:53:23 PM] Darcie: I've finished the sketch [5/20/17, 1:53:39 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Hello~ [5/20/17, 1:53:40 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: YAYAAJKSDBFS [5/20/17, 1:53:49 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: LEMME SEE. OuO [5/20/17, 1:53:53 PM] Darcie: NouveauPortraitCommission - Sketch.png [5/20/17, 1:54:25 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: It's perfect. ;-; [5/20/17, 1:54:36 PM] Darcie: awesome :') [5/20/17, 1:55:08 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: When do you think it will be done o.o?! [5/20/17, 1:57:10 PM] Darcie: I don't know for sure, it's hard to predict right now. but I hope to have it finished by the middle of next month at the latest. the lineart won't take as long as the coloring will. the coloring will take the longest. [5/20/17, 2:05:38 PM] Darcie: So far I have just over 7 hours of work into it. [5/20/17, 2:33:35 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: That..might be perfect.. [5/20/17, 2:33:40 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Her birthday is June 20th. [5/27/17, 1:10:36 PM] Darcie: I've finished the line art and so all that's left is coloring. Again that's going to be the longest, most difficult part, but I'll try to get it done before the 20th of next month. But that could be delayed if I end up getting a 2nd job. [5/27/17, 1:10:44 PM] Darcie: but here is the line art [5/27/17, 1:11:06 PM] Darcie: NouveauPortraitCommission - lines.png [5/27/17, 1:21:57 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: It's so good. ;-; [5/27/17, 2:37:03 PM] Darcie: glad you like it :') I've never colored sea life before so I suspect it might be a challenge for me. [5/27/17, 3:16:44 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: It will be fine either way. <3 [6/3/17, 3:08:51 PM] Darcie: I have the base colors finished. before I continue, please tell me if there are any colors you want me to change. Also the blue background behind the octopus will be transparent when I'm finished, unless you tell me to color it otherwise. [6/3/17, 3:09:17 PM] Darcie: NouveauPortraitCommission - BaseColors.png [6/3/17, 3:10:03 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: No changes on my side. <3 [6/3/17, 3:10:31 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: Uggggggggh you're doing so good. ;-; [6/3/17, 3:41:02 PM] Darcie: kay, awesome :') [6/13/17, 6:07:35 PM] Darcie: I have the second to last work in progress picture for you. all the big work is done, so I figured I'd show you now and have you let me know if there are any changes before I continue towards the finish. [6/13/17, 6:08:04 PM] Darcie: NouveauPortraitCommission - Shading.png [6/13/17, 6:08:48 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: It's literally perfect, as always. [6/13/17, 6:20:16 PM] Darcie: awsome~ I'll try to have it finished by the end of the week. [6/13/17, 6:21:48 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: <#!!! [6/13/17, 6:21:50 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: .. [6/13/17, 6:21:52 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: FAIL HEART [6/13/17, 6:21:52 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: DX [6/16/17, 7:27:51 AM] Darcie: Okay I've finished the commission and I'm going to send you the preview image. If everything appears satisfactory to you then I ask that you first send me payment of $314 USD to my paypal account: [email protected]. Once I have received payment I will email you the commission package. The commission package will contain: the full sized 5000x5000 pixel PMG file with a transparent background and a copy with a white background (without the watermark( for printing and personal use, two smaller copies of those with my water mark for sharing to social media, and an avatar sized image cropped from the commission for personal use. Since you and your friend own the commissioned image you may use it pretty much how you like. My only rule I'd appreciate you to follow is if you post the image publicly to post the the ones with the my watermarks that way others know who made it and can find me. [6/16/17, 7:28:59 AM] Darcie: imgpsh_fullsize.png [6/16/17, 8:35:30 AM] Bertholdt Hoover: I got $290 [6/16/17, 8:35:58 AM] Bertholdt Hoover: I'll have to toss you the right when it transfer. That alright? [6/16/17, 9:20:15 AM] Darcie: No worries, I can wait for the transfer. [6/16/17, 9:20:25 AM] Bertholdt Hoover: <3 [6/16/17, 9:20:50 AM] Darcie: Ohh and I forgot to mention, I'll be posting the video to youtube too :') [6/16/17, 9:21:00 AM] Bertholdt Hoover: OH SWEET. OuO [6/16/17, 9:21:10 AM] Darcie: I'll give you a link when I've got it up [6/16/17, 9:21:20 AM] Bertholdt Hoover: Perfect.~ [6/16/17, 9:23:18 AM] Darcie: heh, I guess I was so tired after finishing it last night that I first sent all that information to my best friend's skype instead of yours [6/16/17, 9:23:55 AM] Bertholdt Hoover: Oh shoot. @-@ [6/16/17, 9:24:53 AM] Darcie: I think was working on it up until 2 [6/19/17, 11:09:07 PM] Darcie: Well there won't be a video because while working on it it was giving me a lot of issues (my computer needs more RAM) so there was a lot of lagging and I was trying to get the video to run smoothly. Then somehow the file I was using to edit the video together got deleted or something because when I exported the final video it was just blank. I tried looking for the project and reopening it but the video editor opened an empty file [6/19/17, 11:09:18 PM] Darcie: so it's pretty much gone sighs [6/19/17, 11:09:44 PM] Darcie: sorry about that. [6/21/17, 10:59:29 PM] Darcie: Hope the thing with the video won't be an issue. [6/21/17, 10:59:56 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: No! Not at all! [6/21/17, 10:59:59 PM] Bertholdt Hoover: ^-^ [6/21/17, 11:09:39 PM] Darcie: Okay, that's good. I was just wondering since I hadn't heard anything back. [6/21/17, 11:10:08 PM] Darcie: I'm really upset that it got lost because I was looking forward to uploading it. [6/21/17, 11:11:53 PM] Darcie: my computer's been screwing a lot of things up lately...while I had been working on the commission the graphic programs started freezing and I'd lose progress and have to start over sometimes. [7/5/17, 11:37:12 AM] Darcie: hey, don't want you to feel rushed, but I was wondering if there was a specific date you would be able to pay me? [7/18/17, 3:08:44 PM] Darcie: Would feel better if I got some sort of communication back. [7/25/17, 1:34:37 PM] Darcie: Please contact me as soon as possible regarding commission payment. If you cannot pay the amount given, I would like to negotiate a new price. [8/2/17, 1:29:01 PM] Darcie: Well it's obvious that you're not going to pay me and probably never intended to, but being the nice person I am, I gave you the benefit of the doubt (too many benefits if you ask me) You know what...that's fine...when you screw people, that shit always comes back to you eventually. [8/2/17, 1:29:59 PM] Darcie: Blocked Bertholdt Hoover

#signal boost #attention artists #commission scammer #scammer #fraud #look out for this person #look out for yourself #not sure how else to tag this

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gingersnapcreative · 7 years ago

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I’ll have to explain a lot of this in text since tumblr will only allow me ten images and I want those screen shots to be the important ones.

Here’s also some snippets of conversations I had on skype with her about the commission.

That’s the gist of the conversation. Also she claimed to have tons of exotic pets, tarantulas, snakes, lizards, turtles, scorpions, etc.

Anyways, please spread the word so that no one else falls victim. And ALWAYS accept full or partial payment before working on an art commission!

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faith-in-dean · 8 years ago

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The Good Parent - Part Two

Summary: After taking a long break at work and finally returning, you were already working overtime on your very first day. You happened to be the kindergartener of the son of Dean Winchester, a busy hunter, who would turn out to be the reason for a lot of trouble for you.

Words: 1895

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: rude!Dean, “Sassy” Reader

A/N: This is still a rewritten part. Including Part 7, everything will be rewritten forms of the old parts.

Masterpost

The next day at work was pretty quiet for the time being. Ben was already at the kindergarten when you arrived for work and since you didn’t have the closing shift, you luckily didn’t have to see Dean Winchester again and were left with the hope of him picking up his son on time. You knew that Karen had the closing shift this day, so you had to get that information from her or from Ben if he would talk to you.

Talking about Ben, he seemed quite out of it today, as if his mind was somewhere else, but Kate just told you to let him be. And you did, though you still caught your eyes checking on him every now and then. This kid had some kind of effect on you and you couldn’t even explain why or why you cared so much about him. It was your job, but you also knew not to get too attached to the kids.

Everyone behaved well and time seemed to fly so that it actually surprised you when Kate asked if you didn’t want to go home. You checked your watch and noticed that it has been fifteen minutes after the end of your shift. You ended up saying bye to the kids and Kate and got into your car, but you didn’t feel like going home just yet. Maybe you should just hit up the supermarket, considering you needed groceries anyways.

But just as you wanted to enter the supermarket you noticed a set of bright green eyes, those bright green eyes you saw just the evening before. Your heart stopped for a moment but luckily he didn’t notice you so you hid before you saw another even taller man join Dean.

“Got everything?” he asked, who just nodded. Both of them headed off to the checkout section and you let out a relieved breath as you came out of your hiding spot and continued your shopping trip. Why were you even hiding in the first place? This was a supermarket and you had every right to be here. Maybe it was because he made you feel slightly uncomfortable. Uncomfortably comfortable. Why were you even thinking about him that much? Before you fell asleep last night, you must have spent at least an hour thinking about him and Ben. You should stop thinking about him, after all, he was probably just another jerk, who has a child but prefers work way over family and therefore is never available for his son.

Once you had everything you needed, that wasn’t necessarily fast food, you checked out, loaded your bags in the trunk of your car and then finally drove back home.

The rest of the day quite dragged itself with boredom, you had nothing really to do and so you just started cleaning your apartment, it’s been a while anyways. You took a look at the clock and noticed the kindergarten was just about to close so you decided to call Kate and see if you could find out anything.

“What’s up?” she asked happily after picking up, hello’s were not even a thing anymore.

“Just calling you. Do you happen to know if this Winchester guy picked up his son on time today?” you asked and bit your lip a little.

“Damn Y/N, you need to stop worrying so much. You just returned to work yesterday and already have this kid on your mind all day all night? Come on Y/N, that’s not your job,” Kate stated.

“I know, I know… I just… I don’t know. I don’t want Ben to be alone like this and his father just doesn’t seem to care,” you sighed a little.

“Listen, it’s actually none of your business what they do in their free time. All we need to do is take care of the kids while they’re with us,” of course Kate wouldn’t care as much as you did.

“But you know too, that we have to watch out for children that don’t seem to have a good home situation and have to eventually report it for the well being of the kid,” you told her.

“Whatever,” you could practically hear the roll of her eyes, “get some other thoughts than that kid. I have to leave now, but see you on Friday. I have an appointment tomorrow so you’ll be alone over the last shift,” Kate hung up before you could even answer. As much as you liked her, sometimes she seriously annoyed you.

Putting your phone away, you walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer before plopping down on your couch again and turning on the TV. The news were on and they just reported about some mysterious murders in your area and according to some witnesses there were to men around one of the victims at the time of the murder, but it wasn’t sure if they were the killers or not. They were described as two tall men, one taller than the other. One of them had medium length hair the other one had short hair.

Somehow their descriptions reminded you of Dean and the other person you saw at the supermarket earlier today, but you highly doubted it was them. They couldn’t be it, could they?

Right as you entered the room of your group, Karen was ready to leave. Someone seemed eager to finally be off work.

“Oh, there you are. Remember to lock the room when leaving,” she said in a hurry and headed for the door.

“Hey wait, did Mr. Winchester pick up his son on time yesterday?” you asked.

“Yeah he did, why?” Karen was impatient as she waited for an answer.

“Nevermind, have a good day,” you gave her a smile before turning to the kids.

Since it was raining today, you didn’t have any choice but to spend the day inside. Once you finally got to sit down you noticed that Ben was playing all alone again and for some reason, it really saddened you.

“Hey Jake, can you come here for a moment?” you asked one of the kids and he nodded before walking over to you.

“Would you mind playing Ben over there? I don’t want him to play all alone,” you asked him with a smile on your face.

“But Ben doesn’t talk to us,” Jake stated.

“I know, but you can try, right? Maybe he will start talking to you when you play,” you smiled and he nodded before walking over to Ben. You watched Jake talk to him, Ben didn’t reply, though. Yet they played together and that was all you wanted. Finally, you saw him not being alone for once. Finally, you could focus on other stuff you needed to do and on the other kids.

As the time passed, kids were being picked up by their parents again and you couldn’t help but notice that Ben was once again, the last child to be picked up and it was soon to be closing time.

A light sigh left your mouth and you decided to grab some paper and a few colored pencils before walking over to him.

“Hey Ben, let’s draw until your daddy picks you up, okay?” you smiled and he only nodded. You helped him put away his toys before sitting down at a table with him and starting to draw.

“Do you know what your dad is working as?” you carefully asked him after you drew for a while.

“He told me he is saving people,” Ben said and you were hit by surprise to actually hear him talk. The only time you had ever heard him say anything was when you tied his shoes on your first day.

“Does he work for the police or the fire department. Or is he a doctor?” you asked with a smile on your face.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged and you nodded, deciding not to push him any further on that topic.

“Does your father spend a lot of time with you?” you bit your lip a little, maybe you shouldn’t have asked him that, but you really needed to know.

“He doesn’t have a lot of time, but he stays with me as long as he can,” Ben answered. You nodded once again and decided to stay quiet, just continuing to draw with him.

“I’m really sorry,” you heard his quite out of breath voice. Out of nowhere anger started filling your body.

“Ben, why don’t you finish your drawing and then put everything away while I go talk to your daddy real quick?” you asked, receiving a nod from Ben before you motioned for Dean to go out into the cloakroom.

“Listen, I’m really sorry,” he sighed.

“Do you think a sorry is enough? This is the second time you leave your son sitting here alone! It’s not only that he’s waiting for you to pick him up while all the other kids are already on their way home already, but also he is alone during the whole day. He doesn’t speak to anyone and doesn’t play with anyone. You do realize that you’re part of his education and that he needs you? This way he is going to have a very hard path in his life. What can be more important than your own son? How comes you can’t make any free time for your own son? This is your child and you need to be there for him! If this keeps happening I’ll have to report you. It can’t go on like this!” you finished your rant and Dean only glanced at you with an annoyed expression.

“Do you always talk so much?” he asked and crossed his arms in front of your chest.

“Excuse you? Do you even realize the seriousness of this situation? Do you even care one bit about your son?” you asked him and furrowed your brows together.

“Yes, god dammit, I do! But you do not realize that this is none of your business! You don’t know shit about me, my life or my family, so you better shut your mouth. I try to be there for my son as much as I can but with what I do it’s hard to manage family and the job at the same time!” Dean hissed.

“Well, then you should have thought about that before setting a child into this world and deciding to take care of it,” you rolled your eyes, “You know, you can always get help if you can’t do this on your own. But you’re probably just too stubborn and just too much of an asshole to accept any help!” you tried to keep your voice down for the sake of Ben as you talked before he could even answer.

“You don’t know shit. Why do I even bother talking to you?” he asked and opened the door to the room,”Come on Ben, let’s go.”

The little boy walked over to the two of you and turned to you before handing you his drawing.

“This is for you,” he said and you smiled at him before looking at the picture.

“Thank you, it’s beautiful,” you said and watched as Dean dressed him up. Ben turned around and waved you a goodbye before he and Dean left.

God, this Winchester would be your death.

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