#this took an insane amount of time I know that's just how paintings go but I want it done and I want it done fast slsjxjddldkdj

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Fixed point (mathematics) // The History of Perspective // "Point of Disappearance", Dennis Held // How the Hughes hockey family stays grounded // Fixed Point Photography-- // "Portrait of A.", Tung-Hui Hu // Mic'd Up | Hughes NHL 25 cover shoot // "Burnt Norton", T.S. Eliot // "Circuitry", Janine Joseph // Bruce Bennett // Nick Wass // from obedience [maybe one day, during a point in time], kari edwards // Bill Rapai // "Errand Upon Which We Came", Stephanie Strickland // Benchmark (surveying)

art kid luke hughes

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ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

MDNI

SFW

- Lesbian (canon)

- Heavy metal is her favorite genre of music.

- Doesn’t have a hand towel in her bathroom. She shakes her hands to dry them and wipes them on her pants.

- Keeps her nails short and hates keeping them painted. She sees it as a waste of time since it chips so frequently.

- Has horrible long term memory but can remember the most random, specific memories or facts.

- Got hit by a motorcycle once and got into a fight with the driver.

- Would have had an emo phase when she was younger without knowing what being emo meant.

- Secretly not so secretly the biggest hater. Does gossip just in her own way of posing things as a fact.

- Hated any type of schooling with a burning passion. Did not do well with the structure it demanded and most likely did not do any schooling after the required amount.

- Snores so loud like a dad and will wake herself up with her own snoring at times.

- Ungodly high tolerance for alcohol…we all see how frequently she drinks.

- Also has an amazing spice tolerance and can eat basically anything. Human vaccum!

- Loves reptiles

- Hates clowns

- Tries to shower often and hates when she’s working for long days without being able to go home to clean.

- She has never done taxes

- When Sevika was younger if she caused something to go wrong she would flee the scene and let someone else take the blame. She isn’t above doing it now.

- Likes being alone. Give her a cigar and some whiskey and she’s set to be alone for the rest of her life. She’s had enough human interaction for one lifetime.

- Honestly bad at handling criticism and tries to rationalize everything she does in her head.

- Gets offended when people incorrectly assume things about her.

- She is completely oblivious to anyone liking her romantically or showing interest in her. She isn’t very conscious of being romantic so it goes over her head if she isn’t actively deciphering if someone is flirting.

SFW (serious)

- Hates hugs but will reluctantly give side hugs to someone very close to her.

- Sevika finds herself blaming Silco some nights and other nights she wants him to come back so she doesn’t have to deal with the chaos Zaun has fallen into.

- She has a love-hate relationship with her parents and ultimately wishes her childhood was better.

- Raised stray dogs on the streets as a kid because she thought of them like her.

- Has insane troubles trying to fall sleep.

- When she does eventually get to sleep she keeps a knife under her pillow. Do not wake her up unless you want to get hurt 😭

- Doesn’t verbally say i love you much. She prefers relationships where you both silently know how much you love each other.

- She can like physical touch at times and seek it out, but she doesn’t like it all the time. Sevika can love deeply, but she doesn’t do well with clingy people.

- She gets overwhelmed pretty easily. Though she doesn’t show it much on her face, it’s easy for her to feel suffocated by lots of things happening.

- She has to get used to cuddling and only cuddles with people she highly trusts where she doesn’t feel as if she is physically trapped.

- Would not be into toxic relationships. She hates situationships where she isn’t secure and/or doesn’t exactly know what she is with someone. Sevika needs something stable or she will not open up.

- Views her childhood self as a completely different person than herself. She mourns the kid who lost their happiness.

- Doesn’t fall in love easily because of the walls she has built up for years.

- Hates receiving help. Hates asking for it even more.

- Was called scrappy when younger and grew up to become ‘a scary lady’. When she’s able to settle down more she realizes how much she hates being stereotyped as this always angry and violent person.

- After becoming a councilor and being alone again years of pain came back. It took her a long time to work through all of it. She could be doing the most random thing and would burst into tears.

- When she hangs out around people she prefers to be in silence.

- Is hard of hearing after the amount of head trauma she has had. By the time she was in her late 50’s she lost complete hearing in one of her ears.

- Works really hard to teach herself how to act in a committed relationship and expects the same from her partner.

NSFW

- Likes using her strap but prefers feeling you on her skin.

- Loves scissoring, but only does it on special occasions because hit makes her hips ache.

- Likes being bit (are we surprised?)

- Manhandler.

- Loves seeing you drip over her fingers, stretching you out is her favorite part because she always takes her time.

- Is a masochist, not so much a sadist. She sees enough people getting hurt every day by late season two she wouldn’t inflict pain on you in bed.

- Bush!!!! Loves bush, has a bush, wants a jungle.

- Prefers you dressed down. Never complains when you dress up but seeing you in every day clothes, her clothes, or pajamas is her favorite thing.

- It turns her on when you are at equal positions in your relationship instead of one being over the other, but doesn’t mind your subbing or domming more. switch sevika is real.

- PRAISES! Comes up compliments in bed that you didn’t even know she appreciated.

- Loves you dominating her. Giving up all the power she has to constantly hold it turns her brain to mush.

- Every time she is buried between your thighs she will massage them as she gives you head.

- Wears boy shorts underwear and briefs. Keeps them low cut to show her happy trail.

[dailyrothko]

Scans ( a little long)

When I ask people not to steal my scans I assure you it has nothing to do with my ego. I have relationships with a number of people that trust me to provide full credits and copyrights and supervise, as much as possible, how things are used. And it gets a little complex, like some people will give me a photo I can only use on instagram. I have to honor these agreements.

And, Rothko paintings are copyrighted so, unlike some artists, if you make tee shirts or use it in a movie or something , it's actually illegal (without permission) They are not going to come after you for casual use of you own, but I know of many examples where people were hit with a copyright notice for trying to profit in the work.

It took me a long time to build these relationships and get all of these scans, including many i have done myself. I gave myself this Rothko job I do, and because of that I didn't have background to give me things or answer questions. It was only after years of doing it that people started to reach out to me in a bigger way and help.

The art world is strange, I was talking to a museum curator recently and there several questions I had that I was told they were not at liberty to answer. In the case of Rothko, there's nothing really cloak and dagger about it, it's just the family (who I think are great) fought really hard for these rights and spend a lot of time trying to control how the work is used and seen. It's a good thing because we get things like the Paris exhibit which took an insane amount of planning, loans, insurance etc. All the paintings had to be inspected before they were shipped over seas, in case damage was done to them over there. These paintings are BIG and in the hands of many different people, so it really took tons of effort and (sadly) money to do it, but it's something like (can't recall exactly) 179 paintings. The biggest Rothko show since 1978.

People on tumblr do sometimes (as we all know) take stuff from here or from my other social media accounts and I know it's typical social media behavior, as people like the credit and notes to their own blog, but I mention this now because I have some things coming up that almost no one has ever seen and I don't want to lose this privilege because I won't be able to show you cool stuff and big scans.

So, sorry for the ponderousness, I just thought a little background might explain that I'm not just being grumpy about it. I think people may see it as "It's the internet get over yourself" but I honestly feel a responsibility to do the best I can for people following these accounts and I am just trying to keep doing it and hopefully, expand as I go.

This blog started on out tumblr and it was the support of all of you that made me continue it, I will be 10 years in July. I can't take a lot of credit for it, it's not my art. My only idea was the once a day aspect. However, I try to do my homework and striving for accuracy is part of that, including copyrights and credits.

So thanks for everything too, people participating in this has been very valuable and educational for me.

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𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : fleki

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : random headcanons i have for fleki, all are modern au

𝐚/𝐧 : fleki is accidentally becoming a favorite of mine so i need to share my thoughts about her with the world. <3

• | somehow has accumulated an insane amount of tupperware, she has no idea how she ended up with so much. lycion knows why though. it’s because she goes to parties so often and just ends up taking food home, the reason she doesn’t remember she took it home is because she tends to get high while she’s out.

• | eats spicy buldak noodles at least once a day and has a specific way she likes it. instead of just putting the packet of buldak sauce right in after the noodles are done, she mixes it in with milk so the texture is creamy! sometimes if she feels like putting more effort into making it she’ll put some sausages on the side or put shredded cheese over top, but that’s a rare occasion.

• | she also loves sour candy! she could gobble up a whole pack of warheads or sour patch kids within minutes and not feel a thing. so if you don’t like sour candy, she will take the candy and eat it for you. which is a lifesaver on halloween if you don’t like sour candies!

• | makes art sometimes, mostly paintings and random doodles. she likes drawing swirls and then using bright colors to fill in the white blank space, so her art comes off as being all over the place. basically it’s the definition of “head empty no thoughts” but with a lot of bright colors. this girl barely ever uses subtle colors, all of her art is very bright and trippy. #neon4life

• | loved as a kid and continues to love lisa frank sticker books, coloring books, etc. she just likes the look of them and they make her brain happy. she also likes to decorate her sketchbooks that she doodles in with the stickers to make them not look as dull and boring.

• | always picks the weirdest halloween costumes, no matter what. she will show up to a costume party in a blow-up unicorn costume and act like it’s nothing. she will probably forget she’s wearing the costume sometimes and go to take a drink from her cup only for it to splash on the costume and onto the floor, she does this multiple times.

• | thought snackies cups were the best thing ever invented. like you could put your snacks in a compartment to eat them and drink from your cup at the same time? amazing, give her fourteen more. she put cereal and milk in it one time and it changed her life.

• | snorted smarties more than one time when she was a kid. this needs no explanation.

• | children love her and she doesn’t fully understand why, but she’ll take it. if she was a camp counselor for a summer, she’d be the campers favorite. she’s literally so chill and will let them do just about anything as long as they let her join in on the games sometimes to. also gives candy to the kids while other counselors aren’t looking, she wants to be nice to the campers but she would rather not get a long scolding from camp counselor pattadol for being too “lenient” on the kids. fleki would also definitely prank other cabins for fun!

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Love Is A Polaroid Steddie ficlet | ~2k | cw: implied/referenced self-destructive behaviour, drinking, a little heartbreak before it gets better | happy sappy steddie & platonic stobin

inspired by the insanely talented @inklessletter 's #polaroid series (go check out their art right now!!!)

   "Steeeve, please!" Robin begs. Literally begs.

Like, hands folded together as if in prayer, a pleading look in her eyes, expression as if she's in pain.

   "Robs, no! I don't- that's stupid. I don't feel comfortable with you following us around to take pictures for your- whatever it is." He waves a hand at her dismissively.

   "It's a project, Steve. For my Photography Studies course."

He should know, she already explained that. Told him something about visualizing love in its purest form. Told him she wants to take polaroid pictures of him and Eddie. No posing, just random shots whenever she feels like it. Pictures in black and white - something about using dark tones and deep contrasts to enhance the beauty of simple moments in their day to day life.

   "Whatever. I still don't get why it has to be us?"

Steve is a little frustrated. She's been going on about her wonderful idea for a good few minutes now, not willing to drop the subject no matter how adamantly Steve declines. She knows how shy he gets when he knows someone is taking a picture of him. He hates how he always looks a little off, has never felt very photogenic. So, the mere thought of Robin capturing him in possibly awkward situations with his boyfriend makes his skin crawl.

   "Well, first of all, you are my best friends, so it would mean a lot to have you be part of it. Plus, we live together so I wouldn’t be around you any more than I already am. You wouldn’t even notice. And you two are the perfect motive because-“ Robin’s eyes flicker down to her own feet, unable to hold his gaze.

Her face is suddenly painted with a faint crimson blush. Steve's furrowed brows smooth out and his expressions go soft again when he looks at his best friend's bashful little smile as she looks sheepishly back up at him.

   "You are the perfect motive because I've never seen two people being so in love with each other. Makes me sick how soft and cute you two are, if I'm honest."

Robin chuckles and Steve snorts loudly, both rolling their eyes at the same time because God, when did Robin become such a sap?

   "What you and Eddie have is love in its purest form. It’s unapologetic, honest, and real. It's all I ever want to find for myself. I'm fucking jealous of you, Steve!"

They laugh and Steve ignores the violent tug in his heart caused by her words.

What him and Eddie have really is special. He knows it's some kind of miracle that they've ended up where they are now. It wasn't always that easy. There were times when Steve wanted to just give up. When the world tumbled down and buried him under its weight. When he thought he could never have Eddie like that, wanted to rather die than live life without him.

When Steve realised he had fallen in love with his best friend, his best male friend, he panicked. Finding out he likes boys like he likes girls wasn't even the scariest part. What really took him out was the fear of losing Eddie if he ever told him the truth. For weeks he tried to push his feelings down, tried to cage them behind his ribs but all it did was make him suffer even more. Every time Eddie looked at him, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. Every time Eddie touched him, it left a searing sensation on his skin. Every time they were alone, Steve felt like he was losing his mind, desperately trying to fight the urge to kiss the boy so blissfully unaware of the heartache he caused him. He fought and suffered in silence until he couldn’t take it anymore and succumbed to the tormenting ache in his chest. Until he fell into a dark hole.

Steve drifted apart, dulling his feelings with unhealthy amounts of booze. Hunting for warm, willing bodies to sink into. Starving for touch and affection just to feel anything other than the grief-stricken pain of losing the lover he never even had to begin with.

Of course, his self-destructive behaviour hadn’t gone unnoticed by his friends. Robin tried everything in her power to get through to him. Offered advice and help for all the wrong problems because she couldn’t have known that the real issue was his own fucking mind and his inability to talk about what kept him up at night. What made him so angry and distant and numb.

And then there was Eddie. Sweet, kind, and caring Eddie who couldn’t keep watching his friend ruin his own life anymore. Who gave him an ultimatum – stop hurting yourself or I’ll leave.

Eddie’s words felt like a pistol held to his head, the determination in his teary eyes like a finger ready to pull the trigger. Steve knew he meant it, knew this was his last chance. He would lose the one person that meant everything to him.

   “I can’t lose you, Eddie.”

   “Then let me love you instead.”

He said the words like it was easy. Like it hadn’t nearly cost Steve his sanity to even think them.

Love.

Love you.

   “I love you!”

Steve felt like he was startling awake from a nightmare. One of those where, once you’ve opened your eyes, you instantly forget its horrors. That’s what it felt like when his confession found its way out of his mouth, making the pain of the past months disperse into nothingness.

Eddie had been right there all this time.

Eddie, with tears running down his beautiful face, smiling lovingly at Steve. Eddie, who brought his hands up to each side of Steve’s face before he leaned down and sealed his lips with a bruising kiss. Despair and pain spilling from his mouth as he licked his way inside, forcefully pushing something else in their place. Filling Steve’s insides with warmth and light and happiness. Passion running through his veins, pumping love into his heart, restarting the rotten organ to pick up its once steady beat. Its rhythm hard and fast, growing in size so big Steve felt like it would burst right through his chest.

I. Love. You.

Three simple words were all it took.

All the pain, the suffering, the loveless nights, and dreadful days – they all vanished in the seconds it took to say them out loud.

Three simple words, that seemed so frightening in his mind, so loaded with too much meaning and not enough weight to truly express what he felt.

What he still feels.

Loving Eddie and be loved by him in return is so easy. It’s easy because it just comes naturally. It’s what makes their love so pure, so honest, and true. They have one heart beating in two separate bodies. They are a two-piece puzzle, their curves and edges shaped to fit. A perfect match.

Steve holds out his hands, waits for Robin to take them in hers, and pulls her into a hug.

   “Eddie already said yes, hasn’t he?” Steve says through a defeated smile.

   “Well, his exact words were ‘You’re gonna regret it, Bucks.’ And then he said something about being extra nasty and insufferable just to wind me up. But yeah, he’s on board.” Robin huffs out a laugh.

Steve pulls her tighter, laughs when he practically hears Eddie’s voice in his head, sees his mischievous grin before his inner eye.

Eddie loves to be the centre of attention. Loves to be in the spotlight. Of course, he would be happy to provide himself as vessel for Robin’s artistic outlet.

    The things you do for love, Steve sighs before he agrees.

 

Polaroid #1

Movie night. The three friends are watching some old, trashy horror movie. Steve had a very stressful day at work, can barely keep his eyes open when they’re not even 15 minutes into the movie. He falls asleep on the couch, unbothered by Robin and Eddie’s bickering and laughing. When the movie comes to an end, Eddie leans down to Steve’s resting body, foreheads touching as he takes a moment to just listen to the other man’s calm breathing. ‘Hey baby,’ Eddie whispers softly, ‘time to get up.’ He kisses the tip of Steve’s nose, waits for him to slowly drift out of his deep slumber.

Steve smiles sleepily when he opens his eyes and sees Eddie’s face hovering over him, accepts the gentle press of Eddie’s lips against his own.

   ‘C’mon, darling. Let’s get you to bed.’

   ‘I’m not even tired anymore,’ Steve says, his face scrunched up when he yawns loudly.

   ‘Hmm, I know a way to tire you out, baby. Don’t worry,’ Eddie answers smugly, brushing their noses together before he kisses him again.

Robin makes a gagging sound, but smiles as she takes a picture to capture this soft little moment.

Polaroid #2

Sunday morning. They are all a little groggy from Robin’s early birthday celebrations last night. They’ve been out dancing, downing shot after shot, having an awesome time. Now, the buzz from the night before is gone and makes way for headaches and hangover munchies. Steve promised Robin pancakes in the morning and she’s desperate for him to finally get up and make them. She knocks on their bedroom door and steps in without waiting for an answer. The boys are still in bed. Eddie looks like he just woke up with his frazzled hair hanging into his face, lying half on top of Steve, rubbing his eyes. ‘Just five more minutes’, Steve grumbles, refuses to turn and get up.

It’s her Birthday, sure, and he promised her food she absolutely, definitely needs to soak up the remaining alcohol in her system – but she can give him another five minutes.

When she returns (exactly five minutes later), she captures Eddie and Steve still in bed. Eddie’s lips grazing the skin on his mole-speckled back with a dreamy look in his eyes, while Steve sighs in defeat ‘Alright, Robs. You win.’

The shutter clicks just before he turns around to throw a pillow at her head, causing Eddie to tumble to the side and nearly topple off the bed.

Polaroid #3

Robin sorts through the pile of polaroid pictures she’s taken over the last two weeks:

Steve and Eddie dancing in the kitchen to some dorky love song.

Steve resting between Eddie’s thighs where they lie cuddled up on the sofa, Eddie reading his favourite book to Steve.

Eddie trying and failing to make a handstand, Steve beside him, holding his belly from laughing so hard.

A picture of all three of them on Robin’s birthday, faces covered in whipped cream and chocolate syrup after devouring their pancakes like starving animals.

Eddie with his guitar in his lap, Steve sitting on the floor across from him. They share a loving look, eyes full of desire and devotion.

And then- Robin startles in shock. How did that get in here?

She knows she didn’t take that picture. She couldn’t have. Not with the way she already feels the deep blush creeping up her face because- Jesus! That’s entirely too personal. She feels like she’s invading their privacy just by looking at that. This surely isn’t meant for anyone’s eyes but theirs.

It’s not like they’re visibly naked but the position of their bodies leaves literally no room for speculations. One of Eddie’s hands wrapped around Steve’s throat  and Steve looks like- well, he looks absolutely fucking blissful. Robin can practically hear the soft moans escaping his parted lips (How she knows what he sounds like, you ask? They swore to never ever talk about that incident ever again).

It looks like Eddie is kissing him. Or maybe he licks his skin. Maybe he whispers some dirty words into his ear, tells him how he’s going to wreck him – who knows? The point is, Robin doesn’t want to know because as much as she adores them, as much as she’s been prying on their sweet moments over the past weeks, there are things that should be kept between them.

She’s going to frame it and surprise them with it. (What she doesn’t know, is that Eddie sneaked that picture into her folder just to tease her. What she also doesn’t know is that there’s a whole collection of more of these kind of pictures hidden in a shoebox under their bed.)

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THE GRADE AID. 002

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overall summary: lee min-ho, your absolute academic rival, an absolute menace needs help to raise his grade before the semester ends, and who better to ask for help than you, the grade aid.

overall contents: minho is cocky, a bunch of teasing, angst, fights, mentions of injuries, good ending, lowercase

The walls of the school building made the sounds your shoes created echo as you walked through the hallways. The school was over, and the only remaining students were in the different clubs and practicing club activities. After school was a calming time for you as you could always find yourself able to work on your hobbies in peace, like art. 

Art was something you had a big passion for, something you wanted to further explore but never had the chance to because of your family's financial situation. At this school, students were able to do what they’d like after school so long as it was appropriate which was amazing for you as you had free access to the one thing you loved very much, the one thing you took more seriously than your studies.

As you walked into the room, it appeared empty as you sat down by an easel containing the unfinished artwork you’d been working on for the past few weeks, frowning as your mind felt fuzzed on what to add next. 

“that looks nice” a voice spoke from behind you. It startled you as you turned around to see another student. He was tall and had long brunette hair that stopped before his shoulders. 

You nodded slowly, turning back around before sighing. “It’s missing something, I can’t figure out what though..” your voice trailed off as you began to think, his voice taking you out of a trance.

“Art block?” was a simple phrase, one that you related to all too well, one that caused you to nod once again. 

“It shouldn’t be much of a problem, maybe a good night's rest help you. Also, aren’t you a part of the student body? What are you doing in the art room at this time?”

“I needed to get my mind off something..”

He nodded again, taking in a chair next to you, implying that you should continue. You shouldn’t rant to a total stranger who indeed knew who you were but if it weren’t for that stranger you’d have no one. 

“do you know Lee Minho?” it was a stupid question really, anyone who attended the school knew the menace, even without him knowing them. 

The boy in front of you gave a small smile, nodding. “He’s..something” you hum in agreement, letting out a sigh before looking at your failure of a painting. “It’s just- he has… everything…  a good lifestyle, a stable one at that… he’s wealthy, people like him. I don’t- I don’t get why he’d wanna take the one good thing I have going for me, my stardom” 

He nods in understanding as you rant. “Maybe he’s jealous of you?”  

“Me? Why would he ever be jealous of me? He already has people who like him for who he is, I don’t.” 

The boy lets out a small breath, leaning it just an inch before grinning “I like you for who you are, you’re not very much like those other students”

“So you say… what’s your name?” 

“Y/n L/n”  

“Hwang Hyunjin, you?”

Minho sits at the table, a cup of coffee in his hands as he lets out a frustrated sigh. “You don’t get it Jisung. They‘re taking away all I have”  Jisung looks attentively at the set of notes you had given Minho before looking up at the older boy with worry in his eyes. 

“How are they taking it from you, this amount of notes is insane, something you haven’t done.” Jisung questions, his eyes in disbelief.

“That’s the problem. Before they came, everyone paid attention to me. My father says if I can’t have a small school full of undeveloped teenagers' respect, how can I have the respect of the entire world.”

Jisung sighs “I don’t think it’s that deep. Besides, y/n comes from a small family who doesn’t have all of our luxuries. Wouldn’t it be fine to let them have this one small thing?”

“No. It’s not fine. I can’t have some- random person take away something I’ve worked hard for. They need to stop.” Minho stares into space, his head clouded in thought. 

Jisung glances over at Jeongin, looking at him with pleading eyes.  Jeongin looks up from his book, scoffing at the older two. 

“What am I meant to do? Tell him to date y/n and convince them to let him be top at everything?” 

Minhos eyes widened at that, a slight “ha” leaving his mouth as Jeongin looked at him, a slight regret in his eyes. 

“No no no, don’t think about doing that, it isn’t fair.” Jisung says, trying to talk him out of it.

“Since when was I fair?”

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four — can i see you

tag, ur it! — sakusa ? iwaizumi ? osamu ? 

*ੈ✩‧ love is a losing game your roommate, your ex, or the guy you totally haven’t been seeing—the choice should be simple, right? right?

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word count. 1.1k content. profanity

You were a freshman. A stupid, naive, lost lamb of a freshman.

It was your first week at college and you’d gotten lost between classes. Your friends—stupid, lost freshmen just like you, though they’d never admit it—were no help at all. 

After walking around, imagining how the professor would scold you for being late for class (you later realized they didn’t care at all), you admitted defeat and sat down on a bench to wallow in your misery.

You contemplated how you’d tell your mother that you were dropping out of school, leaning back and trying your best not to burst into tears.

And that was when you saw him. The love of your life who was going to wreck it all.

He was tossing a frisbee around with a group of guys whose name you’d later come to know all too well. From a distance, he looked terrifying, definitely not the kind of guy you could walk up to and ask for directions. Yet, there you were, somehow pulled out of your seat, drawn to him.

“Hey,” he said, like you were an old friend. “You good?”

That’s when the floodgates opened and you found yourselves bawling to this stranger, blurting out every single one of your doubts and fears as he pulled himself away from his group and sat you down on a patch of grass.

He nodded to each of your worries and rubbed your back, trying to calm you down. “It’ll be okay,” he said between your rambling. “Just relax a little.”

Eventually, you ran out of words and tears and devolved into a hiccuping mess, rubbing your eyes and nose, trying to breathe.

“That’s it,” he said, smiling as you started to settle down.

You blinked at him. The embarrassment suddenly hit you and you buried your face in your hands. “Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you said, avoiding his eyes. “I must look insane.”

He just laughed. “Nah, you’re good,” he told you, moving away from you and sitting down. “It’s good to let things out every now and then, you know. Helps the nerves or some shit.”

You looked up at him and cringed. Had you really just sobbed like a kid to this god of a man?

“I’m so fucking embarrased.”

He laughed again. “Don’t be,” he told you. “Do you want me to do something embarrassing to make up for it?”

You shook your head. “Please don’t. I’d feel worse,” you said. You wiped your eyes and let your shoulders slump. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he told you, getting up. He reached his hand out for you to take, and you surprised yourself when you took it and pulled yourself up. “Come on, let’s get you to class.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why are you so nice?”

He grinned at you and shrugged. “I don’t know about you, but it’s not every day that a pretty girl comes up to me and asks for help.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m really not,” he told you, grabbing your bag and slinging it over his shoulder. “Let’s go, pretty girl, you wouldn’t wanna be late, would you?”

The two of you made your way back to the building, stopping at the restroom so you could try and salvage the way you looked. You already messed up one first impression by looking insane, you didn’t want your classmates to suffer the same fate.

He led you to the third floor where your classroom was, pointing out different places you’d need to know later on as you went. “You’re an art student right?”

You nodded. “Painting major.”

“Damn.” He whistled. “That’s kinda hot.”

“You’re fucking with me, right?”

He shook his head. “I’m really not,” he told you. “You gotta have a little more confidence if you’re gonna make it through college, pretty girl.”

Pretty girl. He’d called you that more times that you could count in the short amount of time that you’d been with him. If anything was going to drive you to the brink of insanity again, it was that silly pet name.

“You’re not some creepy upperclassman who’s gonna start stalking me, are you?” you asked. “Because if you are, I’m only into that in very special cases.”

“Hey, I’m probably a year older than you. Two, tops.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

He stopped in front of the door. 312-B, the classroom you’d spent the last hour looking for. He handed you your bag and smiled that easy smile of his.

“For the record, I’m not,” he said. “A creepy upperclassman, I mean.”

You smiled. “Yeah, I figured. A little boring, but it’s fine.”

“I’m Osamu,” he said, holding his hand out for you to shake.

You reached out and told him your name. “Thank you, really.”

His hand lingered on yours before he pulled away. “Don’t worry about it,” he told you. Then, he winked. “You can always pay me back later, pretty girl.”

And just like that, he turned to leave, waving at you as you pushed the door open.

You sat down in class waiting for your professor who would show up thirty minutes late, and all you could think about was Osamu. And he was really all you thought about for the rest of the week. And the next two years.

“You’re distracted,” Tsukishima says, dropping the stack of books on your desk. “Mimi wants to give these away.”

“Like donate them?” you ask, looking over the titles. Art books that you suspect you’ll never be able to afford at the rate you’re going. “Would she donate them to me?”

He shakes his head and walks over to his desk. “She just said to give them away,” he tells you. “Have at them.”

Smiling, you slide the books over to the side of your desk and turn back to your laptop. “Have you sent the emails yet?”

“Weren't you supposed to?”

“Yeah,” you say as you look over your laptop at him. You flutter your eyes at him in an attempt to make him weak at the knees. “But I was kinda hoping you’d do it.”

Tsukishima looks at you, immune to your tricks. “I could have her fire you right now, you know.”

You snarl. “I hate you.”

“Thanks. Now, send those emails,” he says, turning back to his own work. “So, why are you so distracted today?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re never this crappy at your job,” he tells you. “What is it?”

You look over at where your phone is placed face down on your desk. You think of the text on it, waiting for your reply.

can i see you?

An overwhelming feeling washes over you. Like you’re a freshman again. Like you’re a fool.

You shudder at the thought.

“Nothing,” you say as you pull up the emails you were supposed to send. “Just tired.”

notes. and we're back!!! sorry for the late updates but we're starting back up again ;) so excited for you guys to read the rest of this series

[tabbywaslost]

can I request error x ink head canons?

Sure thing!!

1.

Error taught Ink how to knit some things and Ink taught Error how to draw some things. Of course they didn't master each other's hobbies but they know some things now.

2.

They aren't a touchy couple due to Error's haphephobia. The most they do is a short lasting hug or a peck on the lips, no more.

3.

Error is mostly affectionate through words and gifts. He either steals paint or pencils from AUs or sews some clothes or knits some dolls for Ink. He started showering Ink with gifts bc he felt as if though his affection through words only isn't enough and he should do more.

4.

They STILL have fights as The Guardian and The Destroyer. Their job is somewhere and their love is somewhere else, they don't let their love interfere with their job.

5.

They were dating for a LONG time but only announced it when Dream and Nightmare made a one-and-for-all truce. And then the twins just told them that they have known Ink and Error are together for a long time. Not many people know besides Dream and Nightmare, Error404 figured it out somehow and nobody knows how, he just did.

6.

In gatherings with both the star sanses and bad sanses, they are always next to each other. And if Error gets overwhelmed or overheats due to the amount of people near him, Ink takes him to OuterTale to just chill out and wind a little bit and makes sure he's okay before they go back.

7.

They argue sometimes because Error wants to watch UnderNovela and Ink wants to watch a cartoon on TV and they only have one TV in the anti-void and Ink refuses to make a new one and Error refuses to give up his TV. So there constantly switching the channels every 2 minutes, they have mixed up each other's shows and now Error is wondering if SpongeBob was a character in UnderNovela and Ink is wondering the same now

8.

They're both INSANELY flexible and have taught each other how to do some stuff. For example: Error taught Ink how to double backflip, Ink taught Error how to stand on his hands, etc.

9.

Ink often "steals" stuff from Error just to jokingly annoy him. Like he would steal dolls and make Error chase him down to get them back, he once even took off with the TV while Error chased him down carefully and Ink then tripped and fell with the TV in his hands above his head, Error used his strings to save the TV first and let Ink fall on his face [He knew the fall wasn't enough to even take 1 point of Ink's HP but it would legit break the TV.]

10.

They have days where they travel all AUs they can. They give themselves 24 hours to go through as many AUs as they can. Both travel alone and count the total of AUs they saw BUT they must always leave SOMETHING near the AU portal thingy to let the other know that this AU has been went through. Ink would leave paint, Error would leave strings. And some days, they're just tired and decide to have conversations with each other until they fall asleep due to exhaustion.

This was really fun to do, thanks!!

[atoriv-art]

Hihi!! So so sooo sorry if this is a random question, but ur art style is so insanely inpirijg and beautiful to me, so do u have any tips on how u learnt? Like any specific stuff u tried to learn first, specific websites u used, etc? If ur not comfortable with answering this im so sorryy😓😓 YOUR ART IS GORGOUS!!

i don't mind answering, dw!

my learning process is very random to be honest, i usually get a little obsessed with trying to learn one particular thing and end up focusing on that for a bit. the most recent one was trying to learn how to draw better clothing folds :P

the general journey i took isn't really much different from what looks to be what most people do tbh, you can never go wrong with figure drawing (there's many people who can explain it better than me but it's just drawing from reference — preferably in-person, but i've never done that LOL — in short amounts of time trying to get the key elements down. the big website for this that i know of is [line of action])

i also use [these] [websites] for references, i think it's important to know at least the gist of how the human body actually works, how the muscles stretch etc, but you will affix all of that information in your brain much faster if you actually see them in action. for proportions and such i think 3D models are completely fine (and i use them. so much) but when it comes to drawings muscles or fat you will have a much easier time if you've actually seen how they work and look. it'll make you better at shading them too!

there's a bunch of resources for anatomy but my favorites are the [anatomy for sculptors] book (they post tidbits of it on social media, they're geared towards 3D artists but that's just a plus for me imo because you can understand the form you're trying to achieve much better) and the famous morpho: fat and skin folds book (i don't have a link but just like. google it it's the first one that pops up)

i alsoo tried studying color theory a lot but honestly it's rare that i find something i like enough to share KSJDKSJ once you get past the basic "what is an analogous, complimentary, tertiary palette" stuff it gets a little harder to find meaningful stuff online, but if i were to offer any advice it'd be to study light-dark values bc a lot of the time the hue doesn't matter, it's the contrast that does

relatedly (at least for me), for composition i'm still getting the hang of it (orz) but what has worked the best for me so far is this [youtube channel], he's a traditional landscape painter and yet i still find his insight very useful :P i also really like his book on composition but i dunno how available it is.. but essentially any source on composition will just tell you it's an arranging of shapes, the tricky part is how to construct those shapes (via color, contrast, etc) and how to make them convey what you want them to convey.

speaking more broadly and not just what websites/books i use, what i like to do is to save any and all images that look appealing to me, even if i don't feel like doing anything with them at the moment... i do this with pictures, paintings, literally any image that i like lmao pinterest is an easy place to do this in but you could do it wherever, i also have a pureref file full of just Cool Images That I See Online. whenever i feel like i'm stuck i look at the things that inspire me and usually i get the spark to try to do something

i also do this with poses i find in the websites i mentioned earlier, makes it way easier to find a reference for what i want ^^

you'll notice my "style" sometimes fluctuates a lot and it's usually because i saw one particular artist / style of illustration that really inspired me and i wanted to try something similar KSJDKSJ for example the more painterly stuff i've been posted is heavily inspired by aleksander rostov's art for disco elysium!

also i would feel like a liar if i didn't mention this. using "cheats" is completely fine LMAO it's very common that i do some more complicated angles / structures / lighting in 3D with blender to heavily reference them afterwards 😅 i also like environment texturing so in a few cases for my backgrounds i'm painting over a render i made. but you don't have to go that far LOL i'm just saying there's nothing wrong with stuff like that so long as you're not stealing from someone else.

and if you struggle with motivation for studies i'll just say, you can cheat a little and make the studies about something you actually like LMAO like when i was trying to get better at clothing folds i just drew a bunch of naruto characters and paid more attention to the clothing. it's silly but it works :)

[zvmz]

A few Cerise Hood HCs <3

okay so obviously- shes tall. like 5'11

ramona is 6 foot, tho. she constantly brags about being taller

once every few months, her whole family rents an air bnb in the middle of nowhere. they all go meet there and spend a few days together where no one can see. they do a full week twice a year

cerise is very ticklish, and her mom is a tickler

nobody in school knows shes ticklish because her friends are very respectful of her personal space, since cerise is uncomfortable with physical contact, and everyone else is too scared to touch her, much less tickle her

MUSCLES!!!! LOTS OF THEM!!!!!!!

she has a very unhealthy obsession with hot chips

and she will put an absolutely insane amount of hot sauce on her food. she used to use only a normal amount of hot sauce on her food, but has been slowly increasing the amount just to mess with raven, who has zero spice tolerance

always asks raven if she wants a taki when she buys a bag. again, just to mess with her

loves film bro movies. yk like christopher nolan, quentin tarentino, martin scorsese type stuff

is starting to get genuinely concerned as to why cedar hasnt picked up on her being half-wolf. i mean they LIVE TOGETHER

the truth is every time cerise slips up and does something um wolf-like, cedars like hmm interesting i guess thats just a human thing i didnt know about and forgets about it

sparrow considered cerise his cool cousin. cerise considers him her annoying cousin

used to sneak liquor with sparrow at family reunions (hood side only obviously)

does finger guns way too much

she has on multiple occasions used her cloak to pretend shes batman while singing "something in the way" in a raspy voice

knows so much gossip bc shes so quiet and in the shadows that people forget shes there and talk right in front of her

has a habit of biting her nails

went through a fnaf phase when she was 10-11

has had the same pair of ratty, falling apart converse for years now and refuses to buy new ones

running with carmine through the forest is like therapy to her. any time shes stressed she'll go for a run to take her mind off things

sometimes she'll decide to take a quick nap with carmine, but she has a habit of just falling asleep for hours in the forest

sometimes she would accidentally sleep out way past curfew and have to sneak in to her dorm

cedar taught her how to paint (i think theres actually a frame in the series showing cerise painting a wolf)

cerise doesnt paint often, but occasionally when cedar is painting, she'll come sit next to her and do her own thing

cerises dad loves rock music. he was definitely a "what band is this?" dad. music is one of the things they bond over the most

he gave her a diskman for her last birthday and has bought her a cd every time they've visited each other since then

she talks and moves around alot in her sleep

its scared the crap out of cedar on several occasions

will bite you if you steal her food

has bit ramona for stealing her food

has been bit by ramona for stealing her food

is always uncomfortable around the rich royals, but has always felt somewhat at ease around ashlynn for some reason, she has no idea why

cupid knows cerises secret, of course she knows how to spot a werewolf

she has very fast reflexes

when the students had their year book pictures taken, the photographer refused to take cerises picture unless she took her hood off. cerise argued with him for a while before she finally just walked out

she tried explaining the situation to headmaster grimm but he just told her that if she wants to be in the yearbook, she has to follow the photographers rules

the truth is grimm was getting suspicious about the hood and wanted to see what was up. he paid the photographer to try to get her to take the hood off

anyways now hes even more suspicious

eventually, once a good amount of students join the rebellion, cerise reveals her secret

once she finally looses the hood, she decides to get a haircut. she gets a wolf cut, of course

a few months after her secret is revealed, its as if her personality did a complete 180. she becomes much more confident. louder. happier.

[opalimagines]

Friend

You meet Grundy for the first time

Rick Tyler/gn!reader

Warnings: None

"Can I also have...let's say...a dozen burgers and fries to go? Oh! And all the apple pie you have. Also to go."

Rick smirked as Maria wrote down the rest of your order on her pad. "I'll get that put in for you right now." She gave you both a kind smile as she walked back towards the kitchen. And a secret little thumbs up just for you because you had clearly gotten past your 'boy problems'.

"I didn't think your orders could surprise me anymore." Rick had seen you put away insane amounts of food, especially after using your powers a lot, but he didn't expect you to order a dozen burgers and more on top of what you already asked for.

"It's for Grundy," you said, taking a sip of your soda.

"Grundy?" His friend had finally come back to 'life' the previous day—a Monday, of course—and he was just like he was before, and just as hungry.

"Mhm. You haven't seen him yet today, so he could probably use something to eat. We can take it to him after."

"We? You want to meet him?"

"Of course." You gave him a shy smile. "He's obviously really important to you. That means he's important to me, too."

Rick smiled back, your words giving him a certain warm and fuzzy feeling that hadn't really been a thing before he met you. "I think he'll like meeting another friend."

Less than an hour later, the two of you trekked through the woods around his house, Rick holding bags stuffed with burgers and fries and two entire apple pies. You pulled your jacket tighter around you in the chilly air, following his lead.

Rick walked just a bit further, stopping near a fallen tree much like the one he and Grundy had sat on before. "Grundy!"

You looked around the woods, seeing quite far because so many leaves had fallen already, but you didn't spot him. "Maybe he's taking a nap?"

Rick nodded behind you moments later, and the snapping branches and the low groan coming from that direction immediately told you you were wrong. You turned around and saw Grundy lumbering towards the two of you, filthy and covered in tattered clothing, but very much 'alive'. You'd only ever heard about him in stories until that moment.

"Hi," you said, giving him a wave. "I'm (Y/N). It's good to finally meet you."

Grundy just stared at you, so you glanced over at Rick, who addressed him. "It's okay, Grundy. They're a friend."

"Friend..."

"That's right. They wanted to come meet you." Rick held up the bags of food. "And bring you something to eat."

Grundy walked to the fallen tree and took a seat on it. Rick sat next to him, and you followed his lead once again, taking Grundy's other side. Rick gave him the bags, which he immediately tore open.

After that, Rick decided to step back and let you take over from there.

"Rick said you like burgers and that you really like apples, so–" You couldn't even finish speaking before Grundy started chowing down on the burgers, wrappers and all. For a moment, you just watched, but then you let out a little laugh.

Grundy stopped and looked at you with a soft groaning sound.

"Sorry, it's just...I have to eat a lot, too. It's kind of funny seeing it from the outside." Well, you didn't eat the packaging, but you also weren't a zombie. "I can't blame you. The burgers from Richie's are really good."

He made another noise that sounded like agreement before he went back to the burger in his hand.

"It's pretty out here." Even though most of the leaves had fallen, there was still so much color. It was almost like a scene out of a painting, if you didn't count the chill breeze. "You don't get cold being outside like this?"

Grundy shook his head.

While the weather didn't seem to bother him, Rick still told you earlier that he was planning to set up a place on his property for Grundy to stay. Knowing how much he cared for his friend made you even more fond of him.

"Well, if you ever do, let me know. I can knit you a giant sweater," you said, only half joking.

Rick smiled as he listened to you and Grundy talk, as one sided as it was. Finally getting his friend back was a relief, as was the fact that you weren't scared of him at all and actually wanted to visit him without Rick even bringing it up.

This was only the first of many years of visits with Solomon Grundy.

[faulix]

btw, since people love lying about me on this website:

i have not known lolthia for a year like they claim. i first learned of lolthia about a month ago when i noticed their racist treatment of my friend. it was by chance we learned of their goretober list that had abuse glorification with prompts like medical/drugged torture, kidnapping, and stalking. we were able to see that lolthia had a pattern of writing yandere, murder, and other gross topics with a quick search of their blog. THAT is why i decided to say something and call them out. period

x

i find it kind of hilarious that you're claiming to have blocked me from servers and discord so you don't have proof. i wonder if you would even know my discord, yknow, the one handle i haven't changed in years. i mean, surely if you have me blocked you would be able to pull that up easy right? let's not forget the fact that you're claiming to know me personally when you cannot even get my pronouns right.

x

the funny part about this is that barely anyone who rb'ed your callout weren't even your mutuals, with a good amount of people actually adding in the notes how fed up they were with your bullshit. i am not a big enstars blog. i'm not even talking about enstars right now. i am a small blogger with less than 100 followers who ships with the only two minor characters in enstars. a majority of people who have rb'ed your callout are not big enstars bloggers. we are small time selfshippers just trying to have a fun time on tumblr dot com. the only one who is willfully taking themselves out of the fandom or even the circle of enstars selfshippers is you. you willfully create harmful content, you paint yourself as the victim, and you refuse to apologize for multiple things such as your racism and suicide baiting.

x

i am nice to others because they are not winding up their victim complex to make me look like the bad guy. again, if you have legitimate proof that we were once friends: look at your blocklist (or your server blocklist) and post my handle. i dare you. but then again, you probably couldn't do that considering you don't know what the username is. i think the funniest thing about it is that you can't even be bothered to post the server name, can't even bother to explain how we met (shocker considering i've only been into enstars actively for like barely a year now), it is you saying "well this is clearly my word against his" when you can't even provide the basic proof that you and i ever knew each other. you probably DON'T want me to post the ask where you said that you had finally found me and lamented that we could even be friends now if i would take back my words and be the bigger person. but then again, you kind of admitted that yourself when you said you didn't know who made the callout and even said it could be multiple people because you didn't know, but hey, let's take back that and spin it as a long rooted hate campaign by me. x

btw, when i first made this post, i held off on posting it because i haven't received nonanon asks for this, so i was able to chalk it up to you just trying to send more anons toward me to get me painted as the villain, but since this morning i woke up to you making a callout post about me that was filled with lies and fake screenshots it's about time i speak up. you may have deleted it, but don't worry, i made sure to screenshot everything you said and put it in an imgur album to refresh your memory. right here, don't worry, i took every screenshot word for word so you can remember what you said.

i'm not going to post every single screenshot to this. i think it would be insane behavior to make this post even longer. so let me just some up my feelings:

in your fake screenshots not only did you try to blur out what my name was (probably because these are not actually talking about me, but hey, you thought you could make it work, right?) but you proceed to, once again, continuously use the wrong pronouns for me, which is kind of weird since you're claiming to have known me for a year.

let me reiterate this so you get it through you thick skull: i use he/it pronouns and have been doing so for years now. your callout and screenshots repeatedly uses the wrong pronouns for me. do not even bother claiming you didn't know or that i recently changed them as my past blog and every single friend i'm close with will testify to my pronouns, and i'm absolutely sick of you misgendering and degendering me and my identity. considering you've been sending me several asks you could have easily looked and my pronouns in both my description and pinned, but hey, that's another lie for you, right?

then you post a screenshot of a server main chat, but it's very convenient of you to 1.) not get the server name and 2.) leave out the date you sent it, yknow, the things that you could at least say we shared together. i wonder why you didn't bother to get that information if it was so important. oh wait, i do! it's because you are deliberately lying about me to paint yourself as the victim.

i'm not going to even dissect the lies you weave together because, once again, you are speaking without proof. this is not a case of "my words against his" you are deliberately spreading lies on the grounds that you think no one will fact check you, you tool. again, if i was such a danger to you that i would deliberately make several accounts to surpass your "ban", why would you not post my discord username or the "alt accounts" i made to protect others for safety? why don't you do so now? oh! it's because you don't know them and are lying through your teeth.

i did not send you an ask where i told you that you needed to change your goretober list to get rid of the necrophilia. if i did, how about you post it with my url and call me wrong. not to mention the biggest thing i called you out on was the fact that you were glorifying and romanticizing abuse with drugged torture, kidnapping, and stalking. but sure let's gloss over that part because that would make you look bad!

there is nothing out of context in what you said or did, it is in plain english, several screenshots where you demonized a selfshipper of color because "they were more popular than you", pulled several excuses out of your ass to ship with a 16 year old, and put suicide baits in the main enstars tags, oh but don't worry! in your eyes the enstars fandom deserved it! and you want to paint yourself as innocent? give me a fucking break.

and the absolute gall of you to proclaim you acted like this because of your bpd, which you're still rb'ing sad bpd posts now. the nerve of you to assume i am not neurotypical when i have been struggling with autism and adhd all my life, and my own bpd for the past 14 years since i was diagnosed. it is not an act of ableism to call you out on your disgusting behavior towards people of color and abuse victims. i don't care about your backstory. you know exactly what you are doing and say that you are "exploring dark themes". no one believes you, and no one ever will. and miss me with that "i didn't know the shipper's race" as if you did not see the commissions you were directly complaining about them that shows them as not white very obviously. but hey, what's one more lie for you?

just so you know: every single ask you have sent me i have kept. from where you pretended to be 10 different people, all from your original ask where you think we should "just talk it out" without you taking any accountability, thanking me for the callout, pretending to be anons sticking up for you, and even threatening me with fake evidence that i have been in enstars servers sending death threats. but hey, since i didn't respond to those so you could have ammunition as so you could say i'm stalking you and villainizing you, i guess the next step would be a callout!

i will never be as obsessed with you as you are with me. you are the stupidest person on this planet if you genuinely thought i would not catch wind of what you were doing, from sending me and my friends and mutuals several asks to deliberately lying about me on your own blog. you have sent me over 50 asks in 24 hours, spamming my inbox with anons, but you couldn't even bother changing your typing style. you can't be bothered to tell people to watch out for this discord user because, again, you don't even know who i am. you can spin a web of lies to cover your ass, but barely anyone sees through it, and no amount of anons you send yourself will never convince anyone, especially strangers who has seen your blog. i do not care about how you no longer can look forward to your sick goretober where you glorify the abuse that real people go through. i am a grown adult with a job, school life, friends, pets, and so much more. maybe you could be the same if you shaped up and stopped being on tumblr. touch some grass for once. no one will believe you. i will not delete your callout. you have deliberately done horrible acts and acted like you were being demonized because "the enstars fandom and selfshippers are mean and cliquey", as if people don't see right through what you post without care and how you act. either apologize for what you have willfully done or log off and deactivate. i don't care which. leave me alone, leave my friends and mutuals alone, and grow up.

btw, i figured i would also throw this in the enstars tags so people would know about your horrible act and how you have treated me and demonized me for the past two days for standing up for my friends and the people you've hurt. here's the original callout btw, just in case anyone's new here! i don't care how badly you say this affects you because, again the only person trying to demonize you is you yourself. you lie about every aspect to save your ass and i will not take it. i mean, you tagged my "callout" with enstars tags (despite the fact that i never interact with the enstars fandom and have been talking about brc for the past month) but hey! if you wanna act like a clown i'll treat you like one.

you are an absolute moron if you think 1.) anyone would believe you considering your past behavior and 2.) thought i would just lay over and start crytyping for an apology. you are 20 years old acting like a spoiled toddler who got punished for throwing toys at others. i have more resolve, a backbone, and friends that will always care for me and support me, sorry if you can't relate. fuck you

[peanut-in-the-goal]

first dates

“Jamessss!” Sirius whined, rolling up and rolling down his sleeves for the fourth time. He had done his eyeliner and finally picked an outfit. James sighed, he was laying on his stomach in his four person bed, watching through the open door of the bathroom as Sirius stressed over how he looked in the mirror. He pushed his glasses higher up on his nose, and rolled out of bed. 

He came over to Sirius, stood behind him in the mirror and fixed his sleeves for him. He looked over Sirius’s shoulders and met his eyes in the mirror. 

Sirius sighed, “You think it’s going to go well?” 

James huffed out a laugh. “Padfoot, this is Remus we’re talking about.” He grabbed a brush off the counter and started running it through Sirius’ hair. “Remus who you’ve shared a room with for the past four and a half years. One of our best friends. He knows you, he’s seen you, and quite frankly he’s been pining over you for the past 2 years. He wouldn’t be going on this date with you if he had thought it was a bad idea. And I'm sure you wouldn’t either, hm?”

Sirius hums in response. “I guess…” he starts. He shakes his head and turns to face James, and James places the brush back on the counter. “But what if it doesn’t go well?”

“Then you go back to just being friends. If it's awkward and uncomfortable then you just go back to how you were before. I highly doubt one uncomfortable night will make things really change between the two of you. If you try it and it doesn't work then that’s okay.”

Sirius nods along, a small smile playing at his lips. He turns back towards the mirror and nods, “Okay,” he says, “okay. Thank you, Jaime.”

James smiles at him in the mirror, “it’ll go well Pads,” he reassures him. Sirius smiles back, going to fiddle with his hair. Half an hour later, and a lot of light hearted banter, his hair is up and he’s ready to go. James pats him on the back and walks him to the girls stairs. The wolf whistles at Sirius as he leaves back to his door, laughing when Sirius goes red and yells back in mock offense. 

They had charmed the stairs a long time ago, it had taken an insane amount of magic and research, but they had finally made it so boys can go to the girls dorms and girls could go to the boys as long as they didn’t have i’ll intentions. 

Sirius took a deep breath. In and out, in and out. He starts walking up the stairs. He’s okay, he has this, it’s just Moony. His Moony. That thought still brings butterflies to his stomach, a tug of protectiveness sparking in him and painting a faint blush over his face. He was dressed in a black button up, the top three buttons left open, sleeves rolled up and bunched around his elbows, shirt tucked into his black slacks. He was dressed nice, but a casual sort of nice. His hair was tied up in a loose bun, half up half down, held with his wand sticking through the middle. Holding a small arrangement of flowers in one hand, he raised his fist and knocked on the door with the other. 

—

Remus was looking at the outfits he brought that were laid over Lily’s bed. His left arm crossed over his chest and his left rubbing over his mouth. 

“I’m not sure Lils,” he mumbled. So far they had decided on a pair of brown corduroy pants. He had a few sweaters, a cardigan, two sweater vests and a short sleeved collared shirt to pick from. Lily had decided yes to the collared shirt, but they were debating what to put over it. He had tried a couple things already, vetoing the cardigan and two of the sweaters already. 

“Try this,” Lily said, picking up a light green sweater and throwing it at him. Remus souttered when it hit him in the face. He glared at her as he put it over his button up and Lily hid her grin behind her hand. He turned to look in the full sized mirror that the girls had in their dorm before shaking his head no. 

Lily nodded, “Yeah I agree, this one bunches weird,” she said, trying to adjust the way it sits on his shoulders. He took it off and added it into the vetoed pile. 

Next she picked up an oversized deep blue sweater vest with an argyle design on the front. Remus tried it on and looked in the mirror. He looked at Lily and smiled, “This is the one,” he said softly. Lily nodded in agreement, a smile gracing her lips. 

Not much was down with his hair, it was short and fluffy, his amber eyes staring back at himself in the mirror. He went for a pair of socks with hippogriffs on it and his ratty old grey converse shoes from home. 

Running his hands through his hair one more time, he started getting his things together. A sack of knuts, sickles, and a few galleons, along with his muggle camera that his mother had given him in first year. Every time he went home he would save his photos to his computer, another courtesy of having a muggle mum, before coming back to take new photos. 

—

At exactly 3 o’clock he heard a knock on the door. Today was a Hogsmeade day, and Siriud had finally asked Remus out. 

“Okay.” Remus breathed. “Okay! This will be great, it’ll be fine, it’s going to be fine,” he said, looking at himself in the mirror, bending over to see himself close up. He was messing with his hair a bit more before he heard Lily laugh at him. Not unkindly so much as amused. 

“I’ve never seen you this nervous over a date,” she said, smiling. Remus groaned, standing up fully and looking at her. 

“Shut uppp,” he complained. She giggled. 

“It’s kind of cute.”

“Shut it,” groaned, head tipping into his hands. He heard another, more timid knock at the door. “Oh shit,” he said, going to open it. 

Sirius stood on the other side with a soft smile on his face. “Hi Re,” he said. Then he raised his hand, holding a bundle of daisies and blue salvias, no doubt picked from the herbology greenhouse. Remus beamed back at him. 

“Thanks Pads,” he said. They stared at each other for a moment before Lily cleared her throat awkwardly. They both startled, “Ready to go?” Remus asked. Sirius nodded and they headed down the stairs together, Remus mouthing the words thank you to Lily over his shoulder. He magicked his flowers upstairs and to their dorm, having them rest on his bedside table. 

This is uncharted territory for the both of them, not uncomfortable, just new. To be honest, Sirius can’t imagine a world where he would be uncomfortable around Remus. 

The two made their way down the moving stairs and out of the castle, speaking and joking to each other. McGonagall gave Remus a knowing look when the two handed in their permission slips, Sirius’ having forged his parents’ signatures since third year. If McGonagall knew, she never said anything. 

“Have fun boys,” she said, sparing them less than a glance before she turned to the next people in line. Sirius stared wide eyed at her before looking at Remus, who looked like he was trying to stifle his laughter. 

“Does she know? Do you think she knows?” Sirius buried his face in his hands as they started walking to Hogsmeade. “Oh my god she totally knows.”

Remus laughed, letting his hand fall to the small of Sirius’ back, guiding him through the crowd. Sirius’ face burned red, but his lips twitched into a smile and he couldn’t help laughing too. 

“She definitely knows,” Remus agreed. 

“Ugh,” Sirius whined, “Now she’s gonna look at us weird in class Moony!”

Remus’ head tipped back when he laughed this time, and Sirius couldn’t help but think that he was beautiful. He walked a little closer to Remus, and Remus’ hand fell to Sirius’ hip, rubbing circles into it a few times before dropping it. Halfway through their fifth year, Remus was taller than all the other marauders. He was nearly 6 feet tall, while Sirius was still stuck at 5’7. Perfect height for Remus to rest his arm on his shoulder, which he did. 

“She’s not gonna look at us weird Padfoot, she won't care,” he said. 

“But Mooonyyyy,” Sirius whined again, “She’s gonna do the thing.”

Sirius pouted, actually pouted at him. Remus could not keep the grin off his face. 

“She’s not going to be mean Padfoot.”

“I know that, of course I know that. But she’s going to do the thing with her eyes. Like she’s making fun of us,” Sirius stepped away from Remus a little, waiting for his hand to drop off his shoulder before grabbing it with his own. He didn’t look at him as their fingers interlaced, but he couldn’t hide the way he was beaming. 

Remus huffed a laugh, “Okay fine, I guess I know what you’re talking about,” he said. “But to be frank with you Pads, I don’t really mind if she does.”

“Yeah?” Sirius asked, looking at him. 

“Yeah,” Remus replied. Sirius’ smile turns soft, close mouthed and his lips curling up at the ends. 

“Okay,” he said quietly, and readjusted his grip on Remus’ hand to hold on tighter. 

They continued their walk to Hogsmeade, stepping through the snow and realizing just how bad of an idea this was to wear converse. Remus’ socks were wet and his shoes were an entirely different color from when he left Hogwarts. 

I’m lucky I'm a wizard, he thought as casted a drying spell. They finally made it to Hogsmeade, staring down at all the shops lined up next to each other. 

“Where do you wan-“ Remus cut himself off with a laugh, Sirius was already dragging him off by their still entwined hands. He brings them to Honeydukes, pushing open the door and navigating through the busy store. 

“Where’re you taking me, sweetheart?” Remus asks, the pet name slipping out easily. Sirius can’t hide the blush that spreads over his face and down his neck, and although Remus lets out a slight laugh, he doesn’t mention it. 

“I’m buying you chocolate Moony.” Sirius says, then for extra emphasis, “Duh.”

“Woah, woah, wait- what?” 

“Very good alliteration Moony, but that doesn’t quite make sense. Wanna try again for something more coherent?” Sirius grins at him. Remus stares at him in shock. 

“You know what alliteration is?” He asks dumbly. 

“Oi! I take muggle studies!”

“I’m surprised you listen to be entirely honest.”

“Hey!” Sirius squawks. A few heads turn, Sirius sticks his tongue out at the closest person. 

“You’re like a little kid,” Remus laughs. “A little kid in a candy shop.”

“Yep!” Sirius says, popping the p. They end up in front of a trolley with all sorts of chocolate treats. “Now pick something Moonykins.”

“I’m really okay Sirius, you don't need to buy me anything.” Remus tries, but Sirius just talks over him. 

“Nope, nuh uh, i'm getting you something and you love love love chocolate so i'm getting you chocolate.” Remus is looking at him with a stuck expression, something Sirius can't quite read so he adds on, “Please Rem. If it makes you feel better the money came from my parents, and I love spending it on things they don’t approve of.”

Part of Remus feels that in any other circumstance he should be offended by that, his dates parents not approving of him even though they’ve never met, but hearing that Walburga and Orion Black don’t approve might be one of the best compliments ever. 

Renus fakes a groan, acting like it is more effort than it is to grab his favorite chocolate bar off of the trolley, and Sirius grins. And if he grabs two more when Remus isn’t looking, then that's none of his business. On his way to the register he snags a cauldron cake for himself as well. 

As Sirius pays, Remus looks around the crowded store. Through the store window he can see James and Peter walking with Lily. Dorcas and Marlene had their own date, leaving Lily to her own devices. She agreed to hang out with the other two marauders as long as James didn’t hit on her. Over the past 4 years she had become quite close to the boys, and she’s grown to not totally hate James’ presence. 

“Okay!” Sirius cheered, he held a small paper bag with the Honeydukes logo on the front. “Where now?” 

Remus hummed. Hand in hand they left the store, walking down and looking at the shops. He pulled Sirius toward the three broomsticks. “It’s cold, I want hot cocoa,” he said. 

Sirius beamed at him, “Of course you do, you’re Moony. Haven’t gotten your chocolate fix today, have you?” He teased. Remus huffed, depositing Sirius at a small table for two in a quiet corner by the window. With a quick, “I’ll be right back,” Remus had gone to order their drinks at the counter. He came back a few minutes later, saying that they’ll bring their drinks to them. 

So far the date was going pretty well if Remus said so himself. They were both having fun, talking and laughing like always. No uncomfortable or awkward lulls in conversation. It felt right, the two of them together like this. Sure they were best friends first, but maybe they could be more than that. 

Sirius loves Remus’ eyes. The way they shine in the sun, the small specks of gold in his light brown. He doesn’t think he’s ever really gotten to look at Remus like this, open and warm and he was allowed to look without giving his silly little crush away. 

Sirius has a necklace on. A small silver chain that loops gracefully around his neck and down to his chest. Sitting at the bottom is a silver moon. His nails are painted back and he keeps fiddling with it, rolling the pendant between his fingers and running them through the chain. And Remus can’t stop looking at it. Because that necklace, that moon, it’s him, he’s Moony. Sirius’ Moony if he’ll have him, and he can’t fight the smile that breaks out over his face. Sirius is smiling back at him, his foot lightly tapping Remus’ underneath the table. Sirius laughs, and it feels like they haven’t stopped laughing and smiling and joking since they left Hogwarts. 

This wasn’t hard. Not awkward or uncomfortable or grasping for something to say to fill in the inevitable silence that usually comes with a first date. This is easy and light and to Sirius it feels like the home he’s always wished for. His safety and warmth coming from somebody, not somewhere like he always thought it would. He can’t find it in himself to mind much though, not when he sees the way Remus’ eyes crinkle in the corners when he smiles, or the way his freckles dance across his face, and Merlin even his scars look beautiful, Sirius thinks. 

He can imagine himself in a million different worlds with Remus, but he can’t imagine a single one where he isn’t the most beautiful man ever. 

Sirius found his person in his best friend. His world, his home, and place to give all his love. And he feels like he’s bursting at the seams with this need to share all his adoration for Remus but he isn’t quite sure how to put it all into words. How do you tell someone that you grew up with that you love them from their hair to their toes, from the freckle that laid right but their right eyebrow all the down to the scar that wrapped around their ankle. How do you tell someone that’s held you after nightmares and helped you burn letters from your mother and always gave you one of their sweaters on the way back to Hogwarts after a trip home. How do you tell someone like that you love them and appreciate them and would cross the ocean for them, build mountains, get the stars for them. How do you convey so many thoughts and feelings of love and thankfulness into words that mean something? Something that sounds worthy to be heard and like you mean. A simple thank you isn’t enough, a simple i love you, a hug, those aren’t enough. Not when Remus deserves the entire world, not when his smile is so contagious that Sirius can’t help but be in a good mood. 

This may only be their first date, but Sirius has known Remus, really gotten to know him, over the past 4 and a half years. And Sirius knows that he loves him and never ever wants to lose him. 

He figures that one day, with time, he’ll figure out how to tell him. How to show him that he tells Remus he means it. That Sirius would personally lasso down the sun and keep it below the horizon if it meant Remus could sleep longer if he asked him to. Sirius would do anything if Remus asked him to, willing to go the lengths of the world if it meant Remus’ smile never left his face. 

But Sirius can’t convey that in so many words, he can’t convey that in any words really, so instead he steals one of Remus’ legs and traps it between his own under the table. He looks at Remus and hopes he understands that he’s having one of the best days of his life. Remus looks at him the same way, and Sirius’ gets the feeling that he understands.

It’s not long before Rosmerta, and young witch in her early twenties came over to the two, bring their hot chocolate. It wasn’t uncommon for Sirius to flirt with her while she was behind the counter, laughing and joking and being charismatic. She always laughed him off, and Sirius never actually planned for it to go anywhere,not sure he wanted it to, but they had become a sort of easy friends. He smiled at her, toothy and cricked, and bright. He winked at her as she put their drinks down.

“Thanks Merta!’ He cheered, reaching for his cup.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said with a wave of her hand. She smiled despite herself. She stopped and really looked at the two boys in front of her, the linked feet under the table, the lack of the other two boys who are usually with them, the fact that they were dressed nicer than usual. He smile widened a little bit more, fully taking in the two. Remus ducked his head and blushed.

“Your guys’ drinks are on the house tonight,” she said. Sirius grinned at her and Rosmerta winked at him as she walked away from their table.

“Oh merlinnn,” Remus groaned. Sirius laughed at him.

“Oh come on, Moonyyy. We just got free drinks.” Sirius joked.

“Yeah, she probably gave us free drinks because you didn’t hit on her today.”

“Hey!” Sirius pretended to pout on him. “I’ll have you know that anyone who gets hit on me is extremely lucky!”

Remus hummed in agreement. He raised his mug to his lips. “Hmm. Does thatmean I’m going to get lucky today then?” He raised his eyebrow at sirius, cocky, and then choked on his drink laughing at Sirius wide eyed stare. He truly looked like a deer in headlights. Maybe he should have been the stag and not James. 

“Wh-wha-what?” Sirius spluttered, before composing himself. “If you’d like that then of course my favorite, perfect Moonykins.”

Remus laughed again, shaking his head as his eyes closed from laughter. It was a good day. Reaching into the Honeydukes bag on the table next to him, Sirius pulled out a keychain with a pawprint hanging from it. He slid it across the table, not saying anything but looking at Remus hopefully. 

Remus loved it. It was gold with smaller black details. He raised his eyebrow at Sirius for further explanation, but picked it up and examining it in his hands. “What’s this?” He prompted softly.

Sirius huffed, twisting his hands together in his lap and squeezing Remus’ leg from where it was trapped still between his own.

“I saw it hanging by the cashier. I thought it was nice, and er, that you may like it? Anyways I bought it for you and if you don’t like it then it’s fine! I can alwa-,” Sirius rambled. 

“I love it Pads,” Remus cut him off. “Thank you.” Sirius stuck his tongue at him.

“You’re welcome Moooooonyyyy,” he singsonged.

A little more banter and another few mugs of hot cocoa later, and it was started to get dark out. Kids were starting their walk back to Hogwarts, and the snow was dying down.

“Ready to go Pads?” Remus asked. Sirius nodded, finishing off his mug and picking up the Honeydukes bag. As they walked back to Hogwarts, hand in hand, Sirius had never been this type of happy. One that didn’t feel like was going to end when the night was over, that had his insides feeling warm and fuzzy. He loved this, he loved today, and he couldn’t wait to love more days like this in the future. He looked up at Remus.

“I had fun,” he said instead. Remus smiled down at him, 

“Me too?”

“Enough fun to go out with me again?” Sirius asked. Remus nodded.

“Definitely.” 

There weren’t a lot of people like there were when they went there. Instead of bustling friend groups and loud laughter ringing up and down the trail from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts, there was quiet. Their foostepsmaking sound as they sunk into the snow, a group of three girls walking a little ways in front of them, probably a few further behind them as well as everyone trickled out at their own pace. 

“In fact,” Remus started. “I had enough fun to ask if you wanted to be my boyfriend”. Sirius absolutely beamed at him.

Remus leaned down a little, Sirius standing up as high as he could. They stopped walking, pulling off to the side.

“Of course, Moons.”

And Remus smiled against Sirius’ lips as he kissed him. Short and sweet, but it left Sirius’ heading spinning all the same, smile gracinghis face as he hugged Remus. Sirius practically skipped all the the way back, an extra hop added to his step, fingers interlaced with Remus’. 

Neither could keep the smiles off of their faces. Coming back to the school McGonagall could see the way they both glowed with happiness. And despite her usual stern face, her heart soared in happiness because both Remus and Sirius deserved so much more than what the world had given them, and maybe, just maybe together they could give each other the world.

[sleepy-crypt1d]

i'm gonna be autistic about borderlands for a sec, everyone stay with me okay

i do not understand why the borderlands games try to make moxxi so important to jack, i dont get it, genuinely it doesn't make sense

so, spoilers for BL2, the pre-sequel, tales from the borderlands, and BL3 moxxi's heist- the general info you need is that jack and moxxi canonically dated for a period of time between the first game and TPS, how long this was we arent sure but we can make a guess that at the VERY most it was less then six months of them being together

we can piece this together by the vague timeline of TPS happening about a year or less after the first game

(this is estimated by the fact that Athena said she worked with jack five years ago, meaning TPS happened five years ago by the time the second game takes place and five years is also the amount of time that's passed between the first and the second game so- TPS took place in a very short few month period after the first game)

now we know that they couldn't have been together for long because moxxi was together with BOTH mordecai AND jack during this only a few month period of time between games- this is confirmed in a line of dialogue from BL2 where mordecai says moxxi left him for jack at the end of BL1 but then in TPS moxxi and jack are already broken up, which means they could have only been together for a few months for the timeline of five years to make sense! at the VERY most they were together for like, three months or even just a few weeks. all that matters is that it was not very long

in BL2 there's also a line about jack destroying moxxi's fighting dome because he thought she cheated on him, which is a thing he does AS handsome jack not as the normal dude jack he was when they broke up, the reason for which is still unknown but we know it was Vaguely Messy which is like whatever, sure, that sorta makes sense for him to do but what DOESN'T is the games trying to convince you that jack is in love with her.

okay you still following? cool

in TPS jack is visibly uncomfortable around moxxi and doesn't like working with her, even going as far as asking her to stop calling him 'sugar' a request she just, ignores and continues doing anyway, also during TPS is when jack gets together with nisha, his canon girlfriend he's had through the five years between BL1 and BL2. jack is INSANELY in love with nisha, we see this in the after credits art of both TPS and BL2 same with the way he talks to her/about her in TPS and in outside game material where he literally stutters when talking about her AND in the way he proudly displays her hat in his office in TFTBL alongside his most prized possessions.

he LOVES his woman with his entire heart, he gave her a whole town to prove it!! nisha is his everything outside of hyperion so, tell me, PLEASE why BL3 tried to tell us that jack was still in love with moxxi? because i do not get it at all

what im talking about here is 1. in moxxi's heist timothy is in love with moxxi, this is made canon in TPS where he fumbles through trying to flirt with her and in the heist dlc this is brought up again and timothy has a line about how jack asked moxxi on a date during his reign as handsome jack and sent timothy to go as him because he was busy but like, why would he do that? we know that jack is insane about nisha why would he then?? ask his ex that he visibly hates on a date??? and then 2. they added a fucking painting of her in his office in the casino.

i do not even know where to begin on how much i hate that detail

when you get to jack's office in the casino there are two paintings you find, one is of angel- makes sense, is his daughter who he loves even if he is really bad at it, it's the same as him having the picture of her in his office on helios, he loves his daughter, a painting of her being here is in line with everything else!! plus it's really pretty and i like it

then across from that is a painting of moxxi, which makes no fucking sense!!! why isn't it nisha!! it SHOULD be nisha!! the woman he is CURRENTLY TOGETHER WITH AND MADLY IN LOVE WITH????

i have DETESTED this detail since i first played the dlc, as much i love moxxi's heist and credit it as my favorite borderlands dlc the whole 'moxxi is jack's true love' thing makes me so confused?? they dated for MAYBE three months between BL1 and TPS and then he got into a five year long committed relationship that is never properly explored in the games and then the devs have the gall to say they wish they had done more with nisha like!!! good news you still could have!! but you didn't

anyways, i apologize for this, it has just been bothering me for months and i had to get it out and see if anyone else had noticed this and was bothered by it?? because it makes me go a little insane every time i think about it

then again maybe the character writing in BL3 is just bad

[merrymagicalmenagerie]

Oh look, I actually wrote something! Harry/Ginny Incognito Elf Exchange 2024 for Macknificent101

More under the cut, or check out the link to my AO3

Like Her Paper Chains 

It’s Christmastime at the Burrow and Harry can’t sleep as usual. The cozy home was quiet, despite the many guests filling the rooms. Harry stared up at the violently orange ceiling for yet another night. His mind still raced over the comings and goings of Snape and Malfoy. The previous night’s dream of a particular ginger-haired girl didn’t help much either. Resigning himself to make something to drink, Harry quietly slipped out of bed. Moving around in Ron’s room wasn’t a difficult task, but he did worry about the landing and that one odd step that needed to be skipped.

As Harry quietly descended the stairs toward the kitchen, he heard an odd shuffling and crinkling sound coming from the living room. Ever the detective, he put his back against the wall and silently moved toward the sound, wand at the ready just in case. What greeted him was quite a sight–the room was covered in cut-up strips of paper of every color. Harry had never seen such a vast amount of paper in one place, let alone so many different varieties of color and patterns. He scanned the room for a moment before he spotted her.

Ginny was sitting in the middle of the vast crafting project, her back to him. He was awestruck by the way her hair glittered under the candlelight. He watched as she reached to the left and, without looking, snatched up a small handful of colorful strips. She let out an exasperated sigh and mumbled something that he couldn’t quite make out. Harry knew, of course, that Ginny liked making paper chains. But he always assumed it was something she did over time, like a quiet task to wind down for the night. But this—this was insanity.

He tempted fate and quietly called to her. “Ginny?” She jerked her head similar to a cat caught being naughty, eyes wide. Harry couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight. “How come you’re up so late doing…this?” he gestured to the paper forest on the floor.

“What? You expect Father Christmas had House Elves decorate every home before Christmas morning?” Her nose scrunched up as she giggled at him causing his heart to skip a beat. “You’re up late too, you know. Come help.” She shoved a small pile of multi-colored striped cuts on her left further aside and patted the floor.

Caught like a mouse, he obliged. Grabbing a pillow from the sofa on his way, he sat down next to her—too closely, but it was the amount of space she allowed him. Ginny looked at him expectantly. “Can’t sleep, pretty normal for me. You don’t need to worry; ’m fine.” He felt his face growing warm as he struggled to look directly in her eyes, but something told him that it was important to do so.

“If you say so,” she hummed. She finished her current link of the paper chain and bumped his shoulder with hers. “Help me get through this then. I’d be up for ages if you didn’t. Phlegm has totally taken over my room; otherwise, I’d normally be already done.” She handed him a Pritt Stick from her box of supplies and grinned widely.

“Hadn’t used this in a while. Didn’t think wizards would have glue sticks like Muggles do,” Harry replied as he reached for some strips of paper in front of him, returning her smile.

“Oh no! Daddy actually just got me a bunch of these for my birthday and some other muggle stationery. Before, I’d just use a sticky paste that I had to make myself. This is so much more handy!” Harry took a mental note to buy her crafting supplies for any upcoming gift-giving. By the way she smiled, he would spend all his gold in Gringotts getting her every paint, paper, glue, and glitter known to wizard and muggle alike.

Waving a few strips in the air between them, Harry spoke earnestly, “Well, Ms. Paper Chain Queen, you will have to show me how you do these ‘cause I have no clue.”

In response, Ginny brought her hand to her upper chest and gasped, “Nonsense! How can you not know how?” She dramatically sighed as she leaned over Harry’s lap to grab a glittery green strip, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear as she went. “Let me show you…”

He didn’t dare move an inch, didn’t dare breathe until she was upright again.

He tried, honestly. He tried to pay attention as she twisted the strip of paper through the existing red link and glued it together. But her hands…her soft hands that held remarkably few calluses despite playing Quidditch with such fervor. Small, delicate fingers weaving paper as if it were nothing. Were they warm or a little cold? How would they feel—

"See? Easy! Surely you can manage,” she interrupted his thoughts, holding her addition in the air proudly.

He couldn’t recall if she did anything in particular. Harry was far too preoccupied with staring at her hands to watch what she was doing with them. Certainly nothing that wouldn’t haunt his dreams later. “I think so? Does color matter...?” He looked away, shuffling through the nearest strips of paper to hide the red that he knew was spreading across his face. “...this deep blue is my favorite…” he mumbled, hoping to escape the hell he was creating for himself.

“I’ve got you. I’m always here for you, Harry.” Ginny spoke solemnly as she squeezed his upper thigh. Alarms rang in his ears. Before he could fully turn his head, the moment passed as quickly as it appeared. Harry couldn't help but stare as she pulled her silky tresses through a hair band with ease as if she said nothing remarkable at all.

After a beat, Harry quietly said, “You look pretty good with your hair up like that.” Realizing what he said, he hastily went back to trying to glue up the blue bit of paper he was holding in his hands to a mustard yellow one.

“Didn’t know you were so into fashion. Maybe we should set up a meeting with Witch Weekly?” Ginny teased, bumping his shoulder again, seemingly oblivious to his heart beating out of his chest.

“Ha! You’d love to take the mickey out of me on that one.” Harry chuckled as he bumped her shoulder back, silently hoping to transfer the energy of his pounding heart to her. “Let’s get these done. I’ll make some hot chocolate when we’ve finished.”

“What a gent!” Ginny flicked her hair, long even in a ponytail, dramatically over her shoulder.

She had to know what she was doing to him, surely. How much more could he take before he said or did something stupid? He was certain that she could hear the frantic beating of his heart. Perhaps this is the moment to say something, he thought before reminding himself but she's still with Dean. At this moment though, it didn’t matter really. Nothing but sitting next to her did. Harry shook his head and smirked before returning to his feeble chain.

A few hours passed in glorious small talk. They made crude jokes about Ron and Lavender, gossiped about Hermione’s scandalous date with McLaggen (he would most definitely need to talk to her when they return to Hogwarts), talked shop about Quidditch strategies—anything and everything that came to their minds. It was as if no one else existed; Harry’s whole world was in the living room with Ginny alone. He could stay in this moment forever and be content.

The dark sky was giving way to an inky blue when all of the colorful paper chains were put together and the pair was finishing draping them across every surface in the room. Ginny was standing next to Harry, hands on her hips, as he secured the last link over the entryway to the kitchen. “How about that hot chocolate then?”

The next evening, the Weasley's and their guests were sitting in the living room, which everyone assumed Ginny had decorated so lavishly in a paper chain explosion alone as she always did. No one knew that Harry helped into the dawn hours. She discreetly winked at him when he came down the stairs for dinner, and he smiled in return. It was their little secret.

Despite his misgivings about his feelings toward Ginny and the eternal debate in his mind, Harry felt as if they grew a little closer the previous night. Something seems to have shifted between them, moving them forward toward some unknown goal, as if they were linked together like her paper chains.

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drabble/meta request: the moment josh starts putting the plan in place, what sparked the initial idea and different drafts of it, what traps or scares got left on the cutting room floor?

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i think this idea was planned for a while. i've mentioned before how much stress he puts on like his scene with sam when he tells her how important it is she came, her reflections about josh in her police interview about them being close, his general evasiveness during that year (as kind of ... not directly commented on but almost eluded to? by his lack of relationship status with the gang sans chris), etc. here is a post that might just add context as to josh's year between the pranks ie more his time in the system.

this started early. here is why i think this:

a) it doesn't seem like anyone actually fessed up to josh. likely what happened is that josh woke up, the gang realized the girls were not coming back, and josh then sprung into action (with likely chris), spurring action from the others. he had to call the police, he had to tell his parents, and the most consistent story he could get was likely "hannah got upset about mike, she ran off, beth followed". i say this because it seems like josh got that footage somehow (likely matt dropped the camera or something out of stress / not thinking about it). i have also mentioned that the washington family would have sued those kids so hard. i also follow the 2015 release's version of the prank a lot more than the remake for a lot of reasons, which i detail here. more context here. if he would have told his parents, they would have just handled it. i think josh 1) doesn't rely much on his parents, partially a distrust that stems from his illness (sometimes they are heroes, sometimes they are against him), and 2) josh thinks that he can take care of this the way it needs to be taken care of. no parents involved.

b) josh kind of almost implies he knows nothing about their prank on hannah by playing dumb. he's also playing dumb to "being killed" like they could have been killed after leaving, but his general vibe is like "totally naive to the whole thing". this is much more subtle, i guess, but it's there if you look for it.

i'm going to be cheesy and say a lot of "what got scrapped" was what we were supposed to be in the beta of the 2013 prototype by supermassive. likely a solo death for him, more intense probing of sam (the scene is much more explicit with her nudity in the prototype), and probably some additional jumpscares that seemed too cheesy or unbelievable. he might have considered the idea of killing himself out of grief in front of them (not for real, of course), or maybe "josh makes a choice" ... but chris is his hero figure. chris and ashley are painted to be the likable protags for josh's movie.

the amount of detail work, planning, plotting, and just actual work (on top of deliveries, getting these funds (and what i mean by this is that like ... i've mentioned josh either has a bank account he can access or his parents literally do not watch his spending, like he is unmanaged in the money department badly), etc) that this "prank" entails, on top of setting up cameras and a "workshop base", as well as making an entire original character to play ... is almost more than a year's worth of work.

it's also worthy to note that josh basically wrote this with like ... an improvised script in mind. enough dialogue to get the scenes where they need to be, but without writing the lines for the actors. he knows these people very well. he knows what they'll say or what they'll do to get the scene in the direction it needs to go. that is immensely eye-opening to his character. he is insanely good at reading people. he took his education seriously.

what sparked the idea? i think this group plays a lot of pranks even before the game. they are always pranking each other, we see it throughout the game in many ways from jess pranking mike, emily pranking matt, josh messing with chris, chris pranking sam and josh, etc etc. the list goes on. so ... logically, it makes sense that josh would do a 1-for-1. everything he does to the gang is parallelling what he views happened to hannah.

he thinks sam's relationship with hannah meant more to hannah than it did to sam, thus his relationship with sam will mean more to sam than it will to him. chris was not involved in the prank, and he needs "encouragement" to get with ashley. he "makes chris a hero figure" in his film (chris would have likely gone after hannah seeing how he willingly goes after sam and josh despite his bravery stat being so low wtf) with ashley as the victim (hannah was a victim) ... but also ashley didn't "see" a lot being literally in the closet facing matt? what was the point? thus her "tier of guilt" has her lower than some of the others. here is josh's tier of guilt list. i believe he was trying to make a sex tape of mike and jess to parallel hannah being exposed on film (the original note literally tells her to take off her shirt ... it's very ooc of her to do that just on her own, i'm sorry). hard to say with em and matt, i have considered some options, and then we see chris and ash, and then sam is like ... i mean, he's obviously tormenting her by making her watch, which is what he thinks she did with hannah. the bystander. watch your own demise. watch josh die. you watched hannah die. that kind of thing. comfort in the pain of others. too afraid to raise your voice (she literally whispers in the intro and even quiets herself when she heard hannah going up the stairs with the others). she is a pacifist. also, he's more artistically bombarding sam in an aesthetically horrifying way (she is the artist).

the second he saw that video, the gears were turning. he just had to "get better enough" to do it.