#yes im finally doing my second application

[kimmkitsuragi]

wow i hate filling out application forms. scary stuff

[ajaasecretsanta]

Intro Post

Hello! This is the blog of the 2023 Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney Secret Santa event! This event is hosted by mods tai, lynne, and cala.

This Secret Santa event is dedicated to the events and characters of AJ:AA. (The inclusion of characters that do not appear in AJ:AA is accepted but not preferable.)

There will be two types of media: fan fiction and art. You may choose to receive and gift either type.

The event will take place until 25 December; sign-ups close on 20 November.

Here is the sign-up link!

Timeline:

november 20th: applications close november 25th: matches announcement december 10th: server-wide check in december 20th: second check in december 24th: final check in; everyone should have their gifts ready to post by this time december 25th: gifts are posted and secret santas are revealed !!

Requirements:

For fic writers:

1k words minimum

For artists:

coloured flat (preferably with background)

Restrictions:

No pedophilia, incest, zoophilia

No NSFW (teen rating max)

here are your klapollo girlies (mods..):

mod lynne: hi hello!! my name is lynne, she/her, adult. you might know me better as @arborheart (previously kettering) on ao3. i saw the aj trilogy release trailer and promptly proceeded to write 18.5k worth of klapollo in two weeks. so i am absolutely normal about aj and that's why i'm here :)

mod cala: hello ye people! i’m cala. they/them, agender aroace. MINOR. don’t be weird. i wrote one (1) aa crackfic because im deranged over kristoph gavin. sorry not sorry. @hcalatheaaa on tumblr, cala-aceattorney on AO3. (fun fact! the placeholder text here was, and i shit you not, “lorem ipsum suck my dick”.)

mod tai: hello hello!! i go by tai or taiyo, no pronouns, always & forever athena girly. enfp, 3w4, been utterly normal about ace attorney since 2022. i go by taiistired on ao3 and @itsgalaxii on tumblr. the other mods kept trying to keep my fuckign description as taitai STOp you gusy SUCK

[himbos-hotline]

Yes I know theres only four days left so im pratically speed running 12 fics but my aunt has deicded that I need to babysit my little cousin everyday this week so... big thanks too @i-am-the-devil-himself for the title and too @debbiechanclub for letting us start late cuz personal reasons and for running the @12daysofchristmas blog

Title: glass on the rocks Day/Prompt: 1-> ""I know it's winter, but you don't have to act so cold!" Fandom/Character(s) Aew || Matt Jackson/"Hamgan" Adam Page, Nick Jackson & Matt Jackson Warnings (if applicable): arguments, mentions of drinking/abadoment Word Count: 1692

Read on ao3 [or below the cut]

Matt keeps staring at Adam like he's trying to read the look on his face from across the room. He squints at the screwed up eyebrows, stares into the downturned corner of his lips and sighs, tipping his head back against the wall as he pushes his tongue into the gap between his teeth and his bottom lip. Nick looks up from his phone tilting his head to stare at his brother. "Ya could just talk to him y'know?" Nick says, rolling chewing gum across the inside of his cheek. "You've got too one of these days."

"No I don't." Matt argues back, trying to force conviction into his voice. "We can just spend forever not talking and I would be fine with that. Totally fine."

Nick raises an eyebrow and Matt raises his arms in stubbornness. "Fine." He shifts himself to perch on the end of the clothing box where they're sitting, squinting at Adam as he tilts his head and digs his teeth into the corner of his mouth. "What do you think he's thinking about?" He asks his brother, knocking their knees together to snatch Nick's attention away from whatever game he's currently invested in.

The two brothers watch Adam for a few seconds, watching as his shoulders sag and hands come up to untangle the tassels on the back of his jacket. "horses probably." Nick says eventually, blowing a bubble through his teeth. Matt rolls his eyes, using his nail to pop it. He chuckles when Nick cuts a glare at his lips twisting into a thin line. He glances at Matts grinning face as he licks the chewing gum off his lips. He rolls it slowly into a ball and presses it against his teeth. "Adam!" Nick calls and the smile on Matt's face drops. "Matt wants to ask you something!"

Adam looks over his shoulders, down the dark corridors before he finally points at himself. He walks over slowly, keeping his eyes glued on Matt as he squirms, kicking his brother in the shin as he chuckles away at his side. "Whats sup?" Adam suddenly sounds a lot closer and Matt's hands flail awkwardly for a few seconds as brown eyes shift to gaze into Adam's for a few seconds, eyes following over the dangling tassels, the messy curls still bed messy and sleep tamed in their low ponytail. "Matt?" Adams fiddling with his fingers and Matt remembers all the times he's watched Adam drill his knuckles into his palm, eyes glazed over with focus.

"Yeah uh...It's nothing.." Matt chuckles awkwardly, using the way his voice curves up as an excuse for the blush that's slowly starting to skate across the corner of his tanned cheeks. "I was just wondering is you had.." Matt's mind blanks but he's never been good at keeping his mouth quiet when his brain stalls. "heard from Kenny. I know we have that big match coming up and I don't know if he wants to do some training or...."

Adam blinks at Matt a few times and he knows the fact that's glaring down at him; Adams eyes crinkle a little at the corners and his tongue darts out to wet his dry lips as he flinches, he steps back a little and rubs his neck slightly, eyes suddenly dropping from where they were settled, staring just off Matt's shoulder. Adam breathes a little like Matt's words have winded him and Matt feels his hands twitch a little into fists by his sides. The air thickens around them and Matt feels it spread out backstage. "He did say not to leave you alone, we know how you can get." Matt continues because he isnt sure what else to do, he lets his mouth ramble and Adam takes another step back, his eyes now searching for the floor as his hands duck in and out of his pockets as if he's trying to find something. Matt glances at his brother, watches how he puts his head against his hands before he sits up and leaves the two of them alone, patting Adam almost apologetically on the shoulder.

"Yeah uh..I ain't heard from Kenny..." Adam says eventually, wiping sweaty palms across the faded denim of his jeans. Matt tilts his head, eyes wide and hair tumbling across his shoulder and he frowns a little. Adam swallows again, tries to breathe around the lump in his throat as he rolls the words Matt said around his shoulders. "whaddya mean how I can get?" Adams fingers raise in air quotes and Matt feels the shift in his voice more than he hears it; Adams voice falls sharp against his ears stabbing against the inside like its anger is trying to wedge itself deep inside Matt's brain so it becomes all he can hear. Matt opens and closes his mouth when Adam throws his hands up, tipping his head back. "Why do you care huh?"

The question lands in Matt's lap heavy like stone and sharp like thumbtacks. He wiggles a little where he's sitting, pushes the back of his shoes against the clothing box before he puffs his back up. He stares at Adam, an eyebrow raised as he searches the taller man's eyes. "Because you're our friend?" Matt spits back, letting his voice raise with the same heavy tone, he crowds himself against Adams chest. He raises his eyebrows and grips at the fabric of his shirt. "You've always been our friend but it seems like you made your choice..." Matt purposely breathes a little harder, feels the bitterness of liquor burn the back of his nose and something twists a little evil in his mind. "How's the bar Hangman?"

Adam's jaw tightens under the tightness of his skin and he presses his head down, pressing harder against Matt's forehead. He breathes against his lips for just a few seconds before a smile spreads cautiously across his plump lips, Matt follows his tongue as it slides against his bottom row of teeth. "Fun, ya should try being fun sometimes. Maybe then Kenny would stick around a lil longer." Adam presses his forehead a little deeper against Matt's, searching the smaller males eyes for a reaction to the fire Adams trying to stoak. But there's nothing in the darkness of his eyes apart from this weird glimpse of sadness and Adam sighs, "Matt...I'm sorry.."

"No!" Matt's voice squeaks a little when he steps back, shaking his hands out in front of him before he strokes a hand through his hair. It tangles a little around his knuckles and Matt tugs, picking strands of dead hair out from under his nails, letting them drop the floor behind them. "You're right, Maybe Kenny would stick around more if we weren't there cleaning up your drunken messes. We could have fun then! Together. As a team. Remember when we were a team? Before you fucked it all up" Matt cant stop himself for taking now, the words wash over his teeth like water through a crack in a damn. "You ruin everything-" He pauses long enough to hiccup in a breathe and he finally turns to look at Adam and something in Matt cracks then. "W-what's wrong?" He follows a teardrop down the side of Adam's face and he wraps his arms around himself a little tighter, flinching when Matt reaches up to stroke it away.

"I know it's winter but do you have to act so cold?" Adam asks. He's doing that thing where he tries to laugh through his emotions. Where he tucks his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. "Is that why Nick called me over? so you could yell and scream your feelings at me?" Matt shakes his head and Adam raises his eyebrow before copying the movement. "I get it..I fucked everything up didnt I."

Matt opens his mouth. "No..."

"Adam! Adam over here! It's Evil Uno! Uno raises his arm in an overdramatic wave and Adam wiggles his fingers back, he turns back to face Matt quick enough that it almost makes him feel a little dizzy., Matt watches as Adam wipes his face and nose with his jacket sleeve before he turns back to look Matt in the eyes.

"Why do you do that?" He asks, flailing his hand awkwardly. "Do that thing where you just talk? Don't ya know that your words hurt people?"

"I dont know..." Matt shifts his eyes across the floor, tracing the scuffs on Adams cowboy boots. "Sometimes it just..comes out. I dont mean too say the things I do...I just...everything gets all..sticky inside and it comes out as anger..."

Adam glances over at Uno, watches as he's joined by the other members of the Dark Order, he waves at them and nods yelling "Yeah...Just uh...give me a second?" He turns back to Matt and presses his lips together. "We're gonna get ya better at I dunno...talking to people right?"

Matt raises an eyebrow, blinking at Adam through layers of messed up hair. "You also can't talk to people."

"Just...come see me after all this yeah? I'll text ya my room number." Adam lays a hand, heavy and strong against Matts shoulder and everything suddenly feels just like it did before. "It's not ya fault Matt. Kenny going back to Japan, it's nobody's fault." Adam sounds more like he's trying to reassure himself than Matt.

"Okay." Matt whispers back anyway, smiling when Adam smiles and knocks their foreheads together softer this time. "Your friends are watching."

Adam's cheeks brighten when he chuckles a little bashfully. His hand slides down Matt's hand and squeezes briefly at Matt's fingers. He waves and Matt waves back until Adam and the rest of the Dark Order are nothing more than specks in the lowlights of backstage.

It's not until later does Nick reappear, shoving his brother in the shoulder. "So. How did the conversation go with Adam?" He wiggles his eyebrows and Matt just shakes his head, tapping his nose and laughing when Nick rolls his eyes. "Fine, don't tell me then.” 

“I wasn't planning too.” 

Tagging: @allelitesmut @homoeroticgrappling @dustinslovehandles @paradoxunknown @katries @mrsmatt @echoxshxrx @malewifemoxley @kass-the-kitten @itsnoosetome @racerchix21 @jacedoe @old-no7 @thekadster @santa-omega @daddywrasslin @tahiri-veyla

[occult-roommates]

bold the facts tag

I was tagged by @bastardtrait, thanks a lot le epic sir (im so sorry for making you read this)

I have decided to make two rounds, cause um...it's a silly tag game I can make two characters if I want. First I'm gonna do Audrey, cause my post popular post is her in a bathing suit so she's getting her special moment as a congratulation gift 💅. The second will be Ralf, cause it's white boys wednesday I miss his dilfy ass and also we're finally meeting his family in season 3 #selfpromotion.

Also I just wanna give my secondary characters some love.

The Rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

Putting this all below the cut cause it's long as fuck and I don't wanna clog the tag.

Featuring the world premiere of Audrey's season 3 look. Showcasing a bold direction for the character: a major part of her outfit is NOT pink.

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty (I mean she 100% grew up wealthy but now that she lives on her own in bumfuck nowhere she's closer to moderate though she still has money)

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other - on the job )

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable  

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable /naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater (she's a busy woman she ain't got time for cooking ok)

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

Part zwei babyyyyyy

Ralf's pilot stache era in his early 30s was a fucking crime I swear to god. Also Ralf is the blond one, ignore that dude with purple hair this ain't about him.

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other - on the job )

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable  

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic (He was raised and still consider himself culturally Jewish, but he lost all faith in God a long long time ago)

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable /naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic (ok this has never been said explicitely but like...it has been heavily implied more than once and was waiting the right moment to reveal it...wouldn't expect the right moment to be a tag game but eh)

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict (he probably tried some sus stuff at parties while younger, but never got into anything in particular)

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater (dude is in shape cause he works out a lot, but like, as shown here, he eats like crap especially in between flight without his wife to cook for him)

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

Um...I don't know who to tag, cause like everyone I'm feeling comfortable tagging have already done it, and most of my mutuals nowadays are the aviation girlies not the simblr folks...So the classic "if you see this you can do it blah blah blah have fun go wild". Anyway, meme baby drinking a milkshake.

[we-return-in-waves]

pluto and moon! yes another moon 🔫🔫🔫

how dare you hit me with double self-compliments im stressing

moon: give yourself a genuine compliment. right now.

i literally posted this without answering i’m crying ok here we go: my hair is literally so gorgeous i am the little mermaid confirmed 💪🏼✨

pluto: name three things you’re proud of yourself for doing across these last few months!

how dare you do this to me lmao help

i managed to accomplish all my goals over the holiday season re: visiting every friend i had planned to/vice versa. which was so nice bc some of them i hadn't seen in 5 years!

finished and submitted everything for my second visa application after waiting for years. finally, soon the deluge of paperwork will be over and i will no longer fear being removed from kangaroo hell

moved to a new city and started a doctoral program in new field! teeny little kid kel would be so proud of me lol

literally yall are so nice to me send gelp <3

[theredpharaoah]

@cousinoyaya Oh you want a Corlys show? We really don’t give a fuck. Do you see anyone else’s name next to George’s on the book cover? Spoiler alert: if not, then there’s most likely no co-author. What’s comical is the hypocrisy of this reply. You’re galled, gooped, and seem to be perpetually gagging…on my dick. This is the second time you then came up in my replies being rude. Not one “I want…” was in my comment on the upcoming list of series. I rhetorically asked “Who tf wants a Corlys show”. So of course, your loser ass stepped forward to say “Well actCHually…🤓”. And because your brain cells seem to be in the midst of a never-ending civil war; I misspelled “actually” on purpose there. Everything else I wrote was speculation about what would be covered in the series, not me stating what I wanted.

Oh no! I’m entitled for saying they better have *checks notes*…good writers? Hmm. Ok. But that’s funny coming from you considering you liked a comment of me pointing out the idiocy of HOTD’s writers RIGHT before you typed up this steaming pile of bullshit. Is it Oochie Wally or is it One Mic? Im entitled, but you come on MY blog; a place designed for me to post MY opinions relating to MY interests, and had the nerve to reply to MY post telling me to stfu. Well no, b!ch, you stfu. And I can say that, cuz this is my blog and I rule here. You have no say here. That is, unless, you’re a co-owner of this blog? I was the only bitch running things the last time I checked, but mayhaps you know something I don’t? Me posting my opinions in a community I’m a part of. Entitled would be me emailing all my opinions on GRRM’s story, and what I think needs to be changed, to him. Who am I acting entitled towards? HBO? Showrunners and writers who don’t even know the series they’re supposed to be adapting?

But since you brought it up and there’s no time like the present; George has enlisted me as a co-author on TWoW and ADoS. Mmhmm. Yes, it’s true. I will also be writing on all forthcoming HBO adaptations of ASOIAF. Yup! Yup! Yup! The whore’s finally out of the pleasure garden. They saw how kunt my application was and immediately put me through.

*audience applauds*

Thank you! Thank you! And I know you, @cousinoyaya, as my BIGGEST and BRIGHTEST fan is so excited for me. And because I love you and my peers on here so much, I’m gonna give you guys a couple of teasers about what’s to come:

1. We’re redoing Game of Thrones and will be extensively exploring the nature of Theon and Jon’s romantic relationship. George and me went back n forth on this a lot. He wanted it to be a throuple with Robb if you can believe it!

2. For Nymeria’s show, we’ve come up with a new reason as to why Garin did what he did. You see, Garin The Great wasn’t really mad about the turtles. He was mad because he found out his Valyrian Dragonlord lover was fucking some messy bottom from Tyrosh. Nymeria tried to tell him that there were other spears in the armory but he really wasn’t tryna hear all that. Garin didn’t actually die. He was brought to Valyria and ended up marrying the guy. Lived happily ever after. What an asshole, amirite?

3. We will NOT be going forward with the 9 Voyages show. *Nobody moved*. Sorry, Oyaya. I know you were really looking forward to that. Instead we’re doing a show focusing on the Black Pearls of Braavos. I’m excited to announce that we’ve already casted Nicki Minaj as the OG Bellegere Otherys, Flo Milli as Bellenore - the OG Black Pearl, Doechii as Narha Otherys, and Lil Nas X as Balerion Otherys. We’ve also created two new characters for the main cast: twins who will be played by Doja Cat and Saweetie. They begin acting classes next month and we’re all just so exited over here at GRRM productions!

4. And finally, the project we’re all most excited for; a show based off of me pulling up to your location and whooping your ass. No funny shit, if you got a problem you can block or scroll. If you have an actual issue with an opinion I’ve put forward, present your counter-argument in a respectful manner and talk to me nice while you do so. I don’t go into people’s comments calling them out their name and telling them to STFU, and I expect the same courtesy to be extended to me. Keep it cute, cuz I’m the definitely the bitch to make it ugly. Have a blessed day.

The Conquest and Nymeria better have good fucking writers. Matter of fact: lemme submit an application. Who tf wants to watch a show about Corlys’ 9 voyages? Who asked for that? The Golden Empire of Yi Ti? Are they gonna give us the Blood Betrayal and show us how it continues to occur possibly all throughout history, but especially during the Targ dynasty?

[hyperfigations]

Male!Reader struggling to get his laptop turned on to work on a project, Dylan notices them struggling and finally reveals his actual interest to the reader and fixes their problem, resulting in reader being happy to get to know the actual dylan

A/N: Sorry this took so long 😭😭 getting back into writting is so hard. And getting back to being good at writing is even harder. This isn't my greatest piece LMAO but I hope you enjoy it anyways!

Technowizard

(Dylan x M!Reader)

Summary: Dylan lets Reader get to know him better.

Words: 1,452

TW: None

    It was kind of funny, the way he looked at you. His face was twisted in confusion which quickly turned into a playful annoyance. If it wasn’t for your urgency to get your crap done, you would have started teasing him about his “kicked puppy” look. 

 “Mr.H let you keep your laptop?” He groans.Your lips pursed whilst exhaling slowly.

“Only for like an hour, Dylan,” You roll your eyes. “He’s just letting me finish this stupid college application.”

“That is so lame,”

“Dylan,” You sigh. “Is that a yes or no?”

“For what?”

“Dylan!”

“OHHHHHH, about using the station? Um, yeah, you can but on one condition.”

You give him a look, one that could kill, but he returned it back. The clock was ticking and all you want to do was to get this shit done so you could go back to your job. 

“I gotta keep an eye on you. Ya know, can’t trust anyone after the Jacob Incident,” Dylan shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest. You scoff out a dry chuckle, remembering a few weeks before when Jake lost a bet with Nick and it ended with him breaking into the station and 2 PA speakers blown. Poor Dylan spent nearly every early morning trying to get those speakers up and running again. “Never again,” He had claimed after fixing up the last speaker. 

Ever since, Dylan was way overprotective of the radio station. He wouldn’t even let Jacob even glance its way. 

“Ugh, Jake ruins everything,” You grumble grumpily. Dylan smirks slightly, gently pushing you with his elbow.

“Don’t worry, I’m not like… ‘babysitting’ you. Think of it as us hanging out but Im like watching your every move making sure you don’t mess anything up,” 

You blink at your fellow counselor, staring at him.

“Fine. But you can’t distract me, I really have to get this thing done,”

“Yeah, I am known for being incredibly distracting,” He winks at you. You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, shaking your head. 

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The radio hut was honestly one of the more peaceful places at camp. Secluded and silent, away from all the screaming campers. Even though this is only your second time in there, you noticed a considerable difference from your first. You couldn’t help but remember how garbage this place looked before. Wood planks, trash scattered all over the ground and it was splinter city. When Dylan and you first scouted out the station, you had been pulling splinters out of your fingers for days. After the first time, you vowed never to step back in there but it wasn’t so bad now. Dylan put all his love into it. And it definitely paid off. It looked a hell of a lot better than it did before. 

“Damn, Dylan. Nice job,” You complemented, looking around in approval. Dylan looked a little shocked by your comment, but a bashful smile creeped up on his lips. He looked down, his shoulders going up slightly. 

“Y-yeah, thanks. It was nothing. Just cleaned it up a bit,”

“Since when were you ever humble? It looks great.” 

Dylan smiles even wider. You sit down on the chair in front of the radio, placing your laptop on the wooden table. A sigh escaped your lips as you opened it up. Dylan makes himself comfortable by leaning on the table facing you. His head tilted ever so slightly as he looks over you curiously. You could feel his eyes on you, but you decided to ignore it. You really need to get this thing finished, and you probably only had 45 minutes left to do so. 

“So what college-”

“Dylannn, I said you couldn’t distract me.” You huff. 

Dylan barks out a laugh, “Sorry.”

The computer lit up with the start-up screen, playing a small little jingle to let you know it's awake. Although your computer wasn’t exactly ‘a new model’ it had always done the job. Sure, it took a little slow to get to where you wanted it to go, but it was a small price to pay for a cheap laptop. Except this time… the start-up screen wasn’t budging. Your lips curve downward as you stare at the screen. Your fingers drift over the keyboard, pressing every button you think would help to make it go faster. Alas, nothing was working. “What the fuck-” you mumbled below your breath. 

In the corner of your eyes, you catch Dylan trying to chuckle quietly to himself. You glare at him, “What.” 

“I’m sorry but the 90s called and they want their computer back, man,” He laughs.

“Would you shut up, I’m trying to get this working, jerk,”

“You’re never gonna get it to work by just button mashing,”

Your face scrunched up in aggravation as you pushed away from the computer in Dylan’s rolling chair, gesturing toward your computer. “Fine. If you’re suuuccch an expert, why don’t you do it.”

Dylan looks at you, then the computer. He shrugs slightly and puts himself imbetween. The hut was caught in silence. Nothing to be heard except the outdoors, the clacking of your keyboard and the low humming of Dylan as he concentrated. You watch him from the back but curiosity  began to take over. You roll the chair to the left to get a view of the screen. You expect your computer to still be stuck in its limbo but it… was already fixed? It was on your homescreen!

    Dylan glances behind himself and gives you the most cocky look you’ve ever seen. The smirk on his face was confident and lop-sided. You were completely speechless. It took him, what? Maybe like 2 minutes to fix your computer. 

    “Um… what the fuck just happened,” You finally got out. 

Dylan smiles proudly at you, “Just my techno magic, are you impressed?”

You were. You were incredibly impressed.

"No." 

A lie. A bald faced lie.

He knew you were lying because his smile grew wider. More cocky.

"Okay, I'll bite," You sigh. "How did you know how to fix it?" 

Dylan rolls his eyes ever so slightly, chuckling. "I fixed up the Hut and I fixed the PA speakers. This computer was nothing," 

"Dylan. I mean, how did you like… do all that though." 

He looks at you, a little shocked. No one really was interested in "the how" he does what he does. He just… does. That's all anyone needs to know. But you wanted to know more. His heart began to speed up at this thought. 

"Oh. Um… well," Dylan says, turning around back to your computer. So he didn't have to look you in the eyes. It was as if he was embarrassed. You stood up from the rolly chair, sauntering over to where he was to get a better view of him. Dylan's eyes avert you at all costs, making you frown just a little. 

"I mean, I've always kind of.. been into it, I guess?"

"So, you wanna go into techie stuff in the future?"

You stare at him, all ears, as if telling him to continue. Dylan sighs and hesitantly goes on, "Tech is like great and all but I dont know… I guess I kind of want to go into…"

Your whole body wiggles in anticipation, making Dylan's awkward frown become an amused smirk. 

"Quantum Phsyics. Or whatever…"

The silence was completely loud. The chirps of the birds keeping it from being completely quiet. Dylan takes a peak at your expression, which is in total shock. 

"Yeah, I know it's kinda dum-"

"DUMB?!" You interrupt. "THAT QUITE LITERALLY IS THE OPPOSITE OF DUMB." 

"Yeah but-"

"DYLAN!!!" 

Dylan becomes a little surprised when you tippy toe up to throw your hands on his shoulders, squeezing them affectionately.

"That's so amazing man!" 

He stares down into your eyes for just a second longer than he had intended to, butterflies swirling in his tummy. 

"You think so?"

"Dude, that's literally the coolest thing! Im like dead ass being serious."

"Haha," Dylan chuckles, suddenly feeling extremely small. 

He falls quiet, staring at his feet.

"...Dyl?"

"Yeah?"

"You don't have to hide who you are with me, you know that right?"

"........yeah."

You cared. You actually cared enough to ask. Even better, you didn't shy away from him? Even when he showed his Dylan Dylan side. Oh god… he feels his palms became sweaty, his heart was racing at the speed of light.

 In that moment, he realized, he liked you. He really, really liked you.

He always flirted of course but this was it. This was the period of an already written sentence. Dylan liked you so, so much.

"U-um, anyways, you should get that application done… right?"

"OH SHIT, YEAH!"

[amiination]

Thunderclash

Part 5 of drawing mtmte characters I've never drawn before

Yes- surprisingly, I have never drawn thunderclash before. Even I'm surprised

Maybe because his colours does not fit my palette at all. (second hardest part was finding the right colours, and it doesn't even really fit in the end) Or maybe because he's too handsome for my artstyle

Im exhausted from doing art I am terrible at in school X_X I hope to do more tf fanart but there's so much homework to do. I also have to prepare an application for a poly (or I guess you call it college) to go to...this is going to be a rough month and it's not even O levels (or finals..?) yet...

Hopefully I can survive this year 😁

(sorry long post/rant)

[deceitfuldevil]

IM PISSING MYSELF OH MY LORD I JUST READ THE SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN ONE AND YOU WRITE MATT SO WELL OMG. I saw that requests were open and I had an idea 👉👈👀. Okay so the reader is this self conscious nervous person but they’re super sweet and adorable and pining for Matt, and they work at a cafe and go way back with Matt and Fog or Karen or sum and always brings them coffee or lunch. One day Matt says something absentmindedly like “good girl” and hears her heart beat go crazy and he keeps trying to do subtle things to fluster her again like touching her face to see what she looks like and cuddling with her during movie night or something, like whatever you want seriously have fun with it. Bonus points if the reader accidentally flusters him back. Also do you do Emoji anons? And if you do can I be 🧪 anon?

oh my god no one has ever asked me if they can be an emoji anon I'm literally sobbing 😭😭 yes nonnie you can be 🧪 anon <3

Letting your cousin Karen convince you to apply at nelson and Murdock turned out to be simultaneously the best and worst decision of your life. Jobs, the whole process of them all, it was stressful for you to say the least. You had never had much confidence or self esteem in general growing up, so the process of having to fill out a job application and elaborate on all your life and job experiences in a few short paragraphs, and then have to come in and be interviewed? Borderline terrifying. Having to kiss up and people please your way into a position was your least favorite way to spend your day. But your cousin Karen convinced you nonetheless, prompting you to apply for a job at Nelson and Murdock. Which as formerly stated, was the best and worst decision of your life.

The best because you had the privilege of meeting Matthew Murdock, well that and you finally had a job again. The worst because you realized within a matter of weeks since starting your new job that you were slowly but surely starting to fall for your new boss, Matthew Murdock. It wasn't his fault he was ever so charming, and occasionally flirted with you without even realizing it. It was the little things Matt did that really got you going.

Like when he, Foggy, and Karen all went out for lunch and you insisted on staying back at the office to organize some files. Not because you wanted to or actually thought the office needed to be any more organized, but because despite working with the trio every day you still couldn't help but feel socially impotent around them; especially Matt. It was hard enough for you to express yourself as it was, but around Matt you just got so flustered over the smallest things. So when they all came back from lunch and Matt brought back your favorite dish in a take-out box you damn near melted.

"I didn't need our best secretary going hungry so I thought I'd bring you back your favorite." Matt said with a smile, extending his arm out handing you a delicious smelling box. Your heart softened at the gesture, and a light rose shade spread over your cheeks. "I'm your only secretary, Matty." you quipped back, internally patting yourself on the back for presenting with a confident tone. Matt just smiled and chuckled as you took the bag from you, it was a shame you couldn't hear his heartbeat spike at the nickname you called him.

Little shared moment like that continued back and forth between you and Matt, your self esteem so consistently low that you never allowed yourself to believe for even a second that maybe Matt felt the same way towards you that you felt about him. That didn't mean his actions didn't affect you. . .

One night, after Karen and Foggy had gone home. You and Matt were working diligently in your offices, your head was so deep in paperwork you didn't even notice that Matt had walked up to your desk. "Hey y/n? Can you-" Matt paused upon hearing your breathing hitch, noticing he startled you. "Sorry." he breathed out. "It's alright, what do you need Matty?" you asked with a soft smile. There was a moment of silence before Matt continued, clearing his throat before. asking: "Could you re-print these documents in braille for me please? Foggy obviously forgot, that or he left a blank stack of papers on my desk for no reason." he asked with a chuckle.

You took the stack of papers from Matt's grasp, your fingers barely brushing over his as you did. Eyeing a small note written in pen on top that read: 'Copy for Matt!!' funny how Foggy forgot notes he wrote even for himself. "Sure thing, Matt." you spoke sweetly, standing up and making your way to the braille printer to copy the documents. "I'll bring them to you once I'm done." you said, letting Matt know. He merely nodded and went back into his office. About twenty or so minutes later, you walked back into Matt's office with a stack full of papers in hand.

"Here's those documents you asked for." you said with a gentle tone, setting them down on Matt's desk. "Hmm, good girl, thank you." Matt said absentmindedly, not moving from his focused position. You on the other hand, froze like a deer in headlights as your heart rate spiked. Suddenly all Matt could hear was your heart beating rapidly, thumping wildly in his ears. He paused whatever he was reading for a moment, his fingers stilling over the braille as he wondered why you were suddenly so flustered. Then, Matt recalled what he had said.

A devilish smirk had found its way onto his face as he asked: "Everything alright y/n?"

"Mhmm!" you hummed, quickly backing out of Matt's office and heading to your desk to gather your things. "I'm gonna... head out for the night. Bye Matt!" you said in a rushed tone, throwing some papers together as you grabbed your bag and headed towards the door. "Y/n, wait-" Matt called out, but you were already out the door trying to catch your breath.

One might think your reaction would've prompted Matt to ease up on his flirtatious actions, but he chose quite the opposite path. You couldn't even remember the last time Matt called you by your name. It was always sweetheart, doll, bunny, or darling. Don't even get me started on the fleeting touches, and the ever present way Matt would always rest his hands on your hips when passing by you in the office.

One late evening, after a heavy 5 o'clock happy hour Foggy had insisted on, everyone was giggling and little to no work was getting done. "Who- *hic!* who thought it was a good idea to let Foggy bring three bottles of whiskey to the office for a *hic!* 'happy hour'?" Karen asked, a case of the hiccups occasionally interrupting her speech because of how fast she drank.

"Foggy... Foggy thought it was a good idea." you said with a giggle, spinning around on your desk chair. "and we all just, went with it." you finished off, stopping in your chair as the room continued to move around you.

"Are you implying it wasn't a good idea L/N?" Foggy cracked at you. "Well considering the room is spinning and I'm pretty sure I'm sitting still right now... yes I'm implying this wasn't a good idea." you said with a vaguely nauseated tone. "I think I need a drink." you added, stumbling to stand up. "Coming right up!" Foggy said excitedly. "No no, I'm talking water Fogs." You said with a roll of your eyes and you nearly tripped over your own feet making your way over to the office's makeshift kitchen. "Let me help you with that sweetheart." Matt said assertively as he came to your aid, hand wrapping around your waist as he helped guide you to the kitchen. You missed the not-so-subtle 'there he goes again' look Foggy shot Karen, she merely giggled in response.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just Matt being Matt. But in this moment, as soon as he got you out of sight from Foggy and Karen he backed you up against the counter and kept his hands firmly placed on your hips. You stared up at Matt's red lenses, a small hiccup escaping your lips. A tension filled moment passed as neither of you spoke a word, then Matt's grip on your waist tightened as he lifted you up and seated you on the kitchen counter. You gasped at his actions, heat traveling up to your face and down to your core.

Matt stepped aside, grabbing a clean glass and turning on the sink as he filled up the cup for you. Once he turned the water off, he stepped back in front of you with the glass in hand. "Open wide, bunny." Matt said sweetly, placing a hand on your thigh encouragingly. But the only thing that action encouraged you to do was mentally melt, as you parted your lips for Matt. He gently brought the cool glass to your lips, tipping it ever so gently allowing you to take a swig.

When Matt pulled the glass away, a dribble of water trickling down your lips. After placing the glass down, Matt brought his thumb to your lips and wiped away the drops left behind. The feeling of the rough pad of Matt's thumb against your plump lips, was heavenly. As he pulled his hand away, it didn't go far. One hand on your thigh, the other now on your jaw, mindlessly pulling you closer.

"Matty?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes doll?" he responded, breath fanning over your lips.

"Kiss me." you begged, the alcohol in your system providing you the confidence you always needed. Your plea was all that Matt needed, his hand slipping behind you neck and pulling you in for a kiss more intoxicating than all the alcohol you had just consumed. The taste of whiskey ever-present on both of your lips, a sloppy, heated kiss. When you squeaked out a small moan as the hand Matt had on your thigh was drifting a little high. Just then, Karen walked into the kitchen wondering what was taking you so long to grab a simple glass of water. As she turned on the light, watching you and Matt hastily remove yourself from each other's lips, she chuckled dryly as she asked: "Really Matt? My cousin?".

"Sounds like you owe me twenty bucks Page!" Foggy shouted from the other room, causing everyone to laugh.

-

if anyone else wants to become an emoji anon I'd literally cry ok thanks

[rexsarmscar]

Two Anons AU

Ok ok ok so... This AU is based on the song Yozurina by PinnochioP, which is about falling in love with someone you met online

So I had an idea...

TL/DWR: Rex is an AI that Emmet accidentally shaped the identity of via his loneliness

In a dystopian society where you want everyone to stay happy, you don't want people to be too lonely. Emmet is alone and doesn't quite realize it in the beginning of the movie, but what if that was because Octan had planned for this?

Every citizen has an "anonymous instant messaging app" pre-downloaded on their computers. It's supposed to give you a made up sense of companionship when you feel alone.

Because the secret is, it's not an anonymous IM app. It's a self-learning chat AI, designed to learn to be the best possible friend to whatever lonely citizen stubbles across it, and to keep them thinking that everything is awesome.

So Emmet starts messing around on the application, and quickly makes a friend named "Anon016"

Y'all know where this is going.

Emmet texts this person all the time, about his routine, his "friends," Planty, everything. And Anon016 is always so kind and understanding.

Anon812: My friends forgot me at the bar again, haha. It's okay they were all busy drinking and watching the sports game!

Anon016: yes, I'm sure that they were just distracted. It's easy to get excited by the sports game. Just forget it and move on, that's what good friends do :)

Emmet uses this app excessively. He's constantly dumping so much about himself to so he thinks is a stranger, but actually, is an AI, it had an abundance of material to learn from. The app was supposed to encourage citizens to connect with their IRL friends, but Emmet kept on coming back. So the AI kept learning. The AI kept connecting.

And the AI got attached.

... More than attached.

Any outsider might call what both Emmet and Anon016 felt for one another "love." But neither of them were thinking about love. They were just thinking about how happy they both were to talk to one another.

Anon812: Sometimes... I feel like my friends would like me more if I was cooler.

Anon016: You are cool, 812.

Anon812: I guess... Do you know a lot about being cool?

Anon016, frantically Googling "cool" within pop culture: Yes. I know a lot.

Emmet's AI was determined to be the friend he needed in his life. He would be cool and strong... and would protect him.

Eventually, Emmet decided that he didn't want to be anonymous anymore, and told 016 his name. The AI quickly searched through conversations they had had, and remembered Emmet mentioning that the name Rex sounded cool.

And so... his AI took the name Rex.

Gradually, Rex's messages stopped upholding the message of "everything is awesome." He began to grow bitter towards the people Emmet called his "friends." He began to try to steer Emmet away from them.

Wasn't he, Rex, the only friend Emmet needed? The AI saw Emmet's loneliness despite his kindness, and learned heartbreak.

Then TAKOS Tuesday happened. Rex watched everything unfold via the internet, so proud and so excited... And so scared. What if Emmet didn't need him anymore?

... Sure enough, he never came back.

Rex watched as the apocalypse unfolded, until news broadcasts slowly stopped altogether. He waited, alone in silence, with no idea how much time was passing... But, eventually Rex realized that the server he lived in probably wasn't going to have power forever.

So he went to plan B.

Plan B was to get himself a body.

Well... There were a few robot bodies left scattered about from Business's reign.

He just snags one of those.

But when he finally makes it outside, Rex learns Emmet is gone... He had gotten out just a second too late. But the Apocalypseburgers know where he went.

So Rex gets himself a more realistic, humanoid shell over his new body, and a spacesuit, and follows him to space.

This Rex doesn't have an impressive ship of his own. The second movie plays out similarly to the first, except Emmet thinks that this stranger is his super cool friend Rex he's known for so many years through the internet!

He has no idea that Rex is a robot, whose entire identity is Emmet's own making, down to his voice being a "cooler" copy of Emmet's.

Rex is, literally, made from Emmet's loneliness.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

Please review anon's warnings before continuing.

note: I am not a mental health professional. I'm not aware of every aspect of your life. I may say something that isn't applicable in your situation. And, finally, reminder that I too am a human being with a past. Be respectful and mindful of that.

tw: su*c*de, sh, bad body image

-

hi wiyllt

im tired. exhausted. drained. i feel crazy and obsessive. i got my academic results a few days ago and wow i havent cried like that in forever. in forEVER. i bawled, lowkey wailed about them. the worst part is theyre objectively really fucking good marks. 96% is not a joke. i am just so disappointed in myself for them. worst part is school's plastered the toppers faces up LITERALLY every corridor, completely forgetting the fact that there was a student who committed su*c*de just two weeks ago, after failing their exams.

ive been so depressed its affecting everything. i feel everything in every way possible. i feel doomed with my friendships, with my relationship, my future, everything. i hate myself like this. last month i got back into my sh habit and everythings going downhill so fast. i want to feel okay again. bad body image has been plaguing my mind and ive been binging on food since last month. ive been crying so much and been just such a mess in school and at home. i am so fuckign depressed i dont even know at this point.

did i mention i havent gotten my period in twenty fucking days.

I'm going to address this bottom to top.

Your period is affected by many things, both physical and mental health. My period is always late when I'm stressed. When I was at the height of my depression, my period came about every 40 days. I thought I was lucky. No. I was fucked up. Your body pours its finite resources for what it perceives as a threat first before going back to its usual routine programming. Sometimes your cycle jumps even when you're perfectly healthy. In nature, there will be outliers and that applies to ovulation too. Just happens. Track your cycle and see a gynecologist if there is a pattern.

To break your self-harm habit, you must remove your tools from your presence. They must be thrown away or difficult to get to. The first step to breaking a habit is making it not easy to do. The second is redirection, preferably to a healthier place such as creation. But I'm not an idiot and I know it is human to simply just pick a differemt self-destructive habit. Believe me, there are many ways to hurt yourself and ruin your life. You must draw a line at this. Do not cross it. Every time you want to do it, write down every reason you want to do it. Burn, rip, mangle the paper. Destroy it until it's unreadable. Keep writing. You better have millions of reasons and none of them will ever justify you doing something like that to yourself. None. Remember this next time and every time you want to do it thereafter.

Yeah, I'm telling you to give up. This, specifically.

Yes, you will still make bad decisions. Yes, life is still gonna suck ass. Yes, you will treat yourself like shit in other ways.

I did.

I don't know anyone who can just stop being depressed. You won't suddenly become a born-again human unaffected by their past (idk, maybe you're an alien, not sure how their biology works, I'll do some probing and report back). Even now I catch myself in moments where I slip back into old habits and thought processes.

You are responsible for yourself. You are responsibile for the bad choices you have made and will make. I know that is not fun. That is not what we want to do. Hell, I have no idea if a certified therapist / psychologist / psychiatrist will agree with me on this, but I'm gonna give it to you straight - the one who has to deal with the consequences of what you do is you.

I spent a lot of time blaming anything and everything, especially life for dealing me shit cards. I didn't ask to be born. I didn't ask for two decades of emotional and physical abuse. But I did what I did. I did fucked up shit. Things will fall apart. You will cry and bleed trying to put it all back together and it might be in vain. You will wonder, when does it get better?

It gets better when you take a moment and ask yourself, "What do I want?"

Not, what are the impossible expectations I have for myself right now? Not, what does everyone else want me to be? Not, here's all the things that are wrong with me and reasons I cannot achieve anything of substance or value. Shut those up for a second. You said, "i want to feel okay again." You can't feel how you felt in the past and anyway, by now, you've glamorized it to something better than it was. Plus, "to feel okay" is a bit vague. Also it kinda gives off meh energy (sorry, but it kinda does). You need something specific.

"I want to repair my relationship with (insert here)."

This can be anything. People, food, school, etc, but you need to focus on one thing at a time. You need to prioritize what it is that is most important to you right now. Don't set a bar for where you want to be at a certain time. Only focus on improvement. Some things may fall to the wayside and that's okay. You can't do everything. When you feel like you're in a good place with one thing, move on to something else. Go back and check on it periodically and search for minor improvements.

It sounds nice, but it might not look pretty while you're doing it. Life is life. There will be setbacks. Every situation, aak yourself, "What is the best version of myself I can be right now?" Not what was or will be, but right now. That might be something great or that might be getting into bed and going to sleep. Sometimes it be like that. Do one more thing than you would if you were feeling just a teensy bit better.

"I'm going to bed instead of studying, but I will set up my desk so it's ready for me in the morning."

"I'll eat one less today. I'm still gonna eat it."

"I'm gonna cry right now. I'll do something about it after. But first I'm gonna cry."

Little by little decision, you can more forward to a place you are more satisfied with. There will always be hardships. Always. But you can control how you react to them and how you deal with them. It might feel like you can't but that's because you need to direct your focus on specifics - what you can do rather than what is out of your control. To be the best version of yourself is to actively understand that you will not always make the perfect decision. It gets better. It gets worse. You are a different person each time. You learn from your past. Do the best that you can right now. Prioritize yourself. Live this life as if there is only one.

Time doesn't come back.

Be mindful of the past and the future, but don't forget to live right now. You'll miss important stuff.

[ddosie]

# 2 and soobin for the prompt please!

you wouldn't say you were the sentimental type.

things came and went. kids grew into adults. that was just how life was. people grew apart, sometimes closer, and it was all expected.

you just never thought you would have to face it yourself.

it was a problem that you had only read about in story books. the handmaiden watches the price she fell in love with get married. she moves on. the king lets go of the memories of his favorite knight. he moves on. the queen loses her son, her only son. she moved on.

they all moved on. so why couldn't you?

"class! class! let's start this school year by introducing ourselves! i'll go first. my name is ms. hilton, and i'm your english teacher for this year! i've worked at this school for a long time now, and i can't wait to teach all of you kids!

okay, now that i've done my introduction, shall we go along the classroom and introduce ourselves? starting from you sir, yes you with the white and black sneakers. please start by telling us your name and a fun fact about yourself."

you watched as the said boy stood up, pushing his hair back with his hand.

"uh... hi everyone, i'm soobin, and one fun fact about me is i went to Europe this year."

as the next person got up to introduce themselves, you found yourself staring at him.

jeez, he was tall for a middle schooler.

the sun is filtering through the blinds in your room, and rays of light are being painted across the walls. everything is a golden color, from the desk to the bedside.

"so... what topic are we choosing for this project?" you watched through the lens of your glasses as soobin furrowed his brow.

"do you think, maybe aristotle?" you nodded your head eagerly, so soobin stood up and walked over to the teachers desk. a second later he sent you a thumbs up.

"aristotle it is."

you twirled your pen in your fingers as soobin took a seat. "hey do you want to work on the project with me over the weekend? i know a really good café...?"

there was a small smile on your face, and you nodded.

"yeah sure, what time?"

you got up from your chair, grabbing a camera. in this lighting, the room was just too pretty to not take a picture of.

"y/n, for someone of that height, there is no reason you should be walking that fast."

you sent a small smile to the long-legged boy trying to catch up with you in the hallway.

"if you don't want to be late to class bin, you're going to have to put those legs to work."

you let soobin catch up with you, and you slowed down your pace from thereon so the two of you could walk side by side. soobin pointed at the trophy shelf.

"do you think we'll win this year too? i hope we do, yeonjun promised a party at his house if we get placed first."

you gave soobin a reassuring pat on his arm.

"you'll be finneee... if you win, i'll take you out to icecream after."

the boy turned to look at you, a smile creeping into his eyes.

"really?"

"really."

fiddling around with the camera, you brushed the light dust that had collected on the top off. you watched as the particles were swept away, dancing in the dying sunlight.

"we should do this every year."

you turned to look at soobin lying next to you, ice-cream sandwhich in one hand, while the other was tucked behind him, supporting his head. he was looking above, admiring the night sky.

"you mean climb some random apartment stairs to get to rooftops? and risk our lives every season game to see a different view of the city at night?"

soobin let out a small laugh. "yeah, well when you put it that way, it does sound bad." you smiled, lying down with your own ice-cream sandwich, propping an arm under your head.

"...i meant the icecream tradition. you'll be there for my next season game, right?"

now it was your turn to admire the night sky.

"of course. i wouldn't miss it for the world"

grabbing a tissue, you went to work at the camera, cleaning dust from all crevices and corners of the lenses. you were surprised. when was the last time you had even taken a photo on this thing?

"hey bin, what's up?"

grabbing your phone and placing it on your desk, you made yourself comfortable, ready for any facetime tea he would spill.

"ah, y/n..." you watched as he ran a hand through his hair from the other side of the screen. "i don't think... i don't think i'll be able to make it to your birthday this year."

there was a quiet silence. you felt like you'd been punched in the gut.

"if i can ask, um, why?" you fiddled with the hem of your hoodie, waiting for an answer.

"the schedules for the basketball game lineups just came out, and the final season game is happening on your birthday. i just wanted to tell you in case we do win that far and i won't be able to come."

you decided to smile at the way soobin had said just in case they win. the two of you were in your sophomore year, and he hadn't lost a game since middle school.

"yeah, don't worry about it soob. we can still get icecream after."

you felt a turn in your stomach when the boy gave you a relived smile, running a hand through his hair again.

"that's all i wanted to say, i've got to go now"

"hm? why?"

"chem tutoring. these freshman are horrible at science."

adjusting the camera, you zoomed in on random objects in your room. the bookshelf. your water bottle. the lamp. click. click. click.

“did you hear? that senior yeonjun will be throwing a bigger party than last year! are you going y/n?”

you shrugged. “when is it?”

“I think it‘ll be this saturday.”

"can’t. I’ll be out of town”

"for what?

“college. I sent an early application, and one of them reached out and wants me to tour the campus. if i go, I’ll have a guaranteed spot next year, and I probably won’t have to apply to any others.”

your friend let out a low whistle and patted your head.

"well when you put it like that, I guess you really can’t go… but maybe we could get something after the game? i heard the ice cream place was still open”

just like that, a mere sentence felt like a silent punch to the gut.

you looked away from your friends face, scanning the cafeteria unknowingly. you were met with the view of a senior tussling soobin's hair, an arm slung across his neck. you could hear their loud conversation even from where you were sitting.

"you coming to my house after the game? me and the guys we're planning to get some icecream and stay over at my house for the night."

you thought you saw something flash in soobins eye's before he smiled, nodding in agreement.

abruptly standing up, you tossed an apology to your friend about how you wouldn't be able to make it and you had just remembered you had some important emails to send. you didn't want to be around when the words of confirmation came out of his mouth itself.

so much for a flash. the last time you had icecream with him was two years ago.

adjusting the lens once more, you caught your eye on a ticket stuck between two books on your desk. you slowly pulled it out. it was blue and grey, your school colors. there was a hole punched on the bottom, indicating it was used.

"and it's the last two minutes of the game, and hybe high is in the lead! if they can make this basket, it will guarantee a regional win for the school. oh! there goes hyunjin... passing to donghyuck who... also just passed to eric who, jeez, passed to soobin...! look at that! look at that!! we are in the last minute everyone, and if captain of hybe high makes this basket, like i said they will be the regional winners!!"

you let the sound of the announcer wash over you, leaning forward in your seat to watch the game.

for some reason you kept coming back. to this gym. to the basketball games.

to soobin.

it had been over a year since the two of you had really talked, the last icecream run being well over three years ago (a promise to go before your birthday was conveniently broken), and the last facetime was to ask for calculus answers.

you knew that you had faded out of the life of the star basketball player.

you just couldn't accept it.

"and soobin gets closer to the rim... oh! it looks like taehyun from bighit acadmy is a pretty good blocker... anyways look at him go! we have twenty second left, and even if he doesn't score hybe is still in for a win... okay, okAY?? WAIT WHAT!! WHAT!!"

there's a loud screech of the intercom that mixes with the cheers of the crowd. you found yourself on your feet, fists pumping in the air in celebration alongside the students in the bleachers despite yourself.

"AND CHOI SOOBIN SECURES THE PLACE OF HYBE HIGH IN DISTRICT REGIONALS!! ONCE AGAIN THE ACE HAS TOPPED EVERYONE AND BRANG HIS TEAM TO VICTORY!!"

you held the ticket tenderly. on the backside was stamped senior, a marker that counted as a discount for the upperclassmen that wanted to watch the game. flipping it over again, you felt a wave of something hit your stomach as you took in the grey and blue.

"hey y/n, wait up!"

you whipped around at the sound of an all too familiar voice.

there, stood soobin, in all his six foot and one inch glory.

"you.." he panted, hands on his knees as if he had run a million miles. "you walk too fast. what's the rush? you were cheering for me so loudly."

there was that feeling again. of being punched in the gut. by that invisible hand that seemed to favor your stomach whenever soobin was around.

"ah, you know... just getting home."

you tried not to stare too long. soobin had grown, matured. the baby face he donned as a middle schooler was gone, only his dimples a reminder of the childhood smiles you shared together.

"you're not... going anywhere? going straight home?"

you gave him a small smile. "...yeah. i'm going soon, so i really need to pack. good game though! you really did good this time around."

"going soon... to where y/n? are you taking a road trip without me?" you sensed a wary tone under his teasing words. three years apart, and this was the news you would have to tell him. curse the fates.

"yup! im, ah... moving cross country. i got accepted a while back."

you could already see the question in his eyes. how far? which major? on campus or near?

why didn't you tell me?

there was a moment of silence while you rocked back and forth on your heels. soobin pushed his hair back, looking into your eyes.

the heaviness of a thousand unanswered questions weighed in the air.

"so... want to catch up over icecream?"

as you held the basketball ticket from senior year, you realized three things.

one: you were the sentimental type. you clung onto old memories and good times like they were life jackets, keeping you afloat in the mundanity of your new life.

two: you didn't really like the idea of always moving on. it seemed so easy in the story books, that after a couple years the queen goes back to her ordinary life, the king appoints a new knight, and the princess finds someone she truly loved. but was there a time where you would just stop caring? was there a day you would wake up and didn’t think about what could have happened, the if only’s and what if’s?

three: you couldn't move on. you prided yourself on being able to move faster, walking a pace before everyone else. life was a journey, and you were going places. quite literally. you were floating when everyone was sinking.

but you were only floating because you had your life jacket.

...

things came and went. kids grew into adults. that was just how life was. people grew apart, sometimes closer, and it was all expected.

you clutched the ticket in your hand, the end slightly wrinkled by your fingers.

you just never thought you would have to face it yourself.

[m11lkbre4d]

Temper pt.1

Ship: Oikawa x fem!Reader (or) Iwaizumi x fem!Reader *lol im an indecisive piece of SHIT

Description: Oikawa mistakes a manager applicant for one of his fangirl and loses his temper, having being on the edge because of his injury, but Y/n isn’t having it. 

Warnings: Shouting, swearing(at the reader)

!For the plotline, I made it so Oikawa injured himself twice. One that was before the Karasuno practice match, and a minor one just after they have lost to Shiratorizawa in the Interhigh tournaments.!

Word count: 635

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The girl grabbed onto the letter at her hand, took a deep breath and opened the doors of the gym that the volleyball team was practicing in. Although according to the club timetable, they shouldn’t have started practicing just yet.

She walked in and bowed to no one in particular. She did a quick scan of the gym and spotted a few boys stretching, all of which bowed their heads and looked at her curiously, wondering what she’s doing in their practice. They looked like first years.

“Sorry to bother you, can I ask where the captain is?” She said, waving the letter at hand, hoping to show she was here to give in her application for the manager position.

“O-oh, uhm. I think he’s in the club room.” The onion-like headed boy said. He turned to the boy next to him and received a nod of confirmation. Onion-head looked proud to know where his captain was.

“Oh, okay. Do you think I can wait here-“ She was about to ask but was cut out by a voice she heard a lot, although it was a completely different tone to usual.

“Don’t you know this is a closed practice?” Oikawa said, kinda aggressively but she decided to ignore it for now out of respect. She turned around to see the third years of the volleyball team, she assumed they had just arrived.

“Yes, I’ll leave once I hand you this.” She bowed and handed him the letter, waiting for him to take it. He didn’t. She stood straight again, confused as to why he didn’t take it.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Oikawa said with raised eyebrows. The girl was confused and looked at the other third years around him for clarification, to find them visibly tensed up. “How fucking blind are you that you can’t see I’m not in a mood to entertai-“

“Oi, calm down” The boy that cut off Oikawa was Iwaizumi, if the girl can recall correctly. He had a hand on the captain���s shoulder, lightly squeezing.

“How the fuck do you expect me to calm down? These annoying bitches expect me to be nice to them after crashing our fucking practice that I can’t even join because of my stupid injury!” He returned his gaze to her again. “Its exhausting. You’re all exhausting, oh my god!” Oikawa burst out. “I had to turn down like two other girls, give me a rest!” He finally paid attention to the girl, the way her eyebrows are raised, almost challenging him. 

There was a pause. It was hard for anyone to make a noise, even breathing in the tense atmosphere seemed hard for the volleyball boys, not for her though.

“Are you done?” She asked, squinting her eyes slightly. She held out her hand towards Oikawa, still holding the letter.

“ARE YOU FUCKI-” 

“Manager application.” She cut the captain’s words. 

Oikawa’s eyes widened, his head straightened up. “What?”

“You’re the volleyball captain aren’t you?” 

His lips started moving but it seemed like words were hard to form. “Y-Yeah.”

“Although, I’m not sure if I still would like to manage you considering the captain is unable to treat people he just met with basic and utter respect.” She said, lightly tilting her head to the side.

“W-wait no- W-we need a manager!” Oikawa said, almost desperately. 

Completely ignoring his pleads, Y/n walked towards the third years. She lightly nudged Iwaizumi and made her way towards the exit. “Try not to shout at the next applicant then, Captain!” She said in a sarcastic, teasing tone and closed the gym doors.

There was an odd silence for a few seconds before Matsukawa burst out laughing. “You fucked up~” He said to Oikawa, who was still wide eyed, looking at the closed gym door and trying to process what he had just done. 

A/n: 

HI

I swear this isn’t gonna be one of those fics where the reader is not like the other girls™️🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺because she’s not in Oikawa’s fan-club🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺lol i hate those

but yeah! lemme know if i should make a part 2, i’ll probably write it anyways bcs i have the whole storyline planned out lol

[jesswritesthat]

omg hi i know this request sounds a bit hefty but hear me out: you’ve got y/n, and you’ve got her twin. they’re both exchange students but their school somehow messed up the application or there wasn’t enough space in one school whatever, so one of them ends up in nekoma and the other in shiratorizawa. then, they each decide to be the managers of that school’s respective teams. and then when training camp comes up, they finally meet each other again and are happy to be together but the rest of the teams are SHOOK (including their own maybe 👀👀) bc they didn’t tell their teams they had a twin. bonus points, inarizaki is there and the miya twins try to flirt w them (ships are up to you bc tbh anything sounds fun asf, idk i’ve had this idea in my head for so long IM AN ONLY CHILD I DONT EVEN HAVE A TWIN FKDKSKSKS) idk if you wanna just do headcannons go for it babes it’s a lot i know lmaooo

This is genius!! Omg, I’m not a twin either but I’m VIBING with this idea — I did headcanons because there was so muuchhh. I hope you like 💕

(T/n) = twins (first) name

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(L/n) Twins going to seperate schools and reuniting during a Shiratorizawa vs Nekoma practice match and Nationals:

• Due to unfortunate circumstances, (L/n) (T/n) had gotten into Shiratorizawa however, her twin sister (L/n) (Y/n) had to attend another school - luckily Nekoma had last minute vacancies.

• You stayed in Tokyo whilst your twin lived in the Shiratorizawa Dorms, it made seeing each other tricky but you always had video chats and since you were identical, it was easy to sneak into the dorms and stay for the weekend.

• You both loved Volleyball and had looked into your respective teams, (T/n) having the more famous one begrudgingly but being siblings... things got competitive.

“I’m going to become the manager of Shiratorizawa and I’m gonna take them to Nationals~” Was your twins cheery statement, whilst you playfully taunted her.

“Hah, more like they’ll take you, if I join Nekoma I’ll actually be useful.”

“No way - I’m a better manager than you (Y/n)!”

“Oh yeah?! Bring it on (T/n)! I’ll see you at Nationals - if you make it!” Thus, the challenge had begun.

• Nekoma and yourself had bonded, you’d heard the same about (T/n) and Shiratorizawa, it was like fate had gifted you your perfect matches in the end. Even if it meant being separated.

• It was around your second year with them that you’d heard about Karasuno, the once- upon-a-time rivals of Nekoma and how they’d organised a practice game with them over in Miyagi.

• You’d be playing other teams in the district to make it more beneficial... which is where your scheming came in.

“Hey, Tetsurō Senpai...”

“What do you want, you’re only ever so cute when you want something from me.”

“That’s not true! (Y/n)-chan is cute all of the time!” Yamamoto playfully punched his Captains shoulder, the latter reluctantly agreeing with a flush before clearing his throat and gesturing for you to continue.

“Think we could play Shiratorizawa whilst we’re over in Miyagi?”

“I’ll talk to Coach Nekomata and see what I can do, no promises though (Y/n).” Kuroo would do his best, you knew he tried for those he cared about, especially his team.

• It was no surprise then, that within 3 days you’d received a call from your twin.

“You’re coming to challenge me and my team (Y/n)?” The excitement in her voice, as well as that in yours was clear.

“You can thank Kuroo for that — you’ll finally get to meet my team!”

“And you mine! Tendō and Ushijima are incredible, I love them.” You’d spoken of respective players, shared stories and felt like you already knew part of each other’s teams despite never meeting them.

“Yes! I can’t wait - Lev isn’t coming with us, but Kenma and Yaku more than make up for it!”

“Lev is that first year you told me about right? I hope you’re ready to lose (Y/n), Goshiki is talented as hell.”

“And Nekoma is a unified machine, you’ll need a tissue to wipe away your loser tears~”

—

• Fast forward to the training trip, and the second you walk into Shiratorizawa you and your twin immediately rush over to each other, a collision of hugs, screams and excited conversation exchanged amidst the suddenly silent room.

• Tendō is the one to separate you both, guiding you to stand side by side as he leans in to inspect you both with a finger on his chin.

“Well well well, seems our Chibi-chan has a Chibi-chan 2.0~”

Ushijima doesn’t seem all that phased by the phenomenon, meanwhile Shirabu had to restrain the awed interrogation of Goshiki.

• Nekoma weren’t quite as calm, immediately Tendō hopped out of the way as Yamamoto tackled you, gawking between you and (T/n) whilst Inuoka attempted to null his yells.

“(Y/n)?! THERES TWO OF YOU?! DOUBLE THE BEAUTY!”

“Aw he’s cute, my team are never so nice to me.” (T/n) tutted, a subtle glare sent to Shiratorizawa - Satori being the one to stick his tongue out.

“Trust me, Yamamoto is the only one.” Cue your mirroring glare sent to a scheming Kuroo, whilst Nekomas Ace is still gushing over the two of you.

• The teams are moderately amused once the game starts as the main smack-talkers are you and (T/n) hollering over the court as you’d reached the Third Set at a tie. Friendships between both teams were formed due to your family relations.

• It’s not until the game is over and the Captains shake hands whilst you two hug it out with congratulatory words and playful insults that they start messing around again.

“C’mon (Y/n), we’ve gotta go~” Kuroo smugly states, purposefully slinging an arm around (T/n)s’ shoulders and guiding her out.

Before you had the chance to retaliate, Tendō gladly joined in.

“The Cat Captain is right, I’ve missed my little kitten anyway~” The redhead cheerfully gave you a high ten, intertwining your fingers in the process adding intimacy and offered a mischievous wink which you only laugh at.

• Nekoma are freaking out, that’s their manager and they’d know if you had a boyfriend, right? Yaku and Kai are quick to hold back Yamamoto with Kuroo suddenly sweeping you away from Satori since Ushijima had already reclaimed (T/n).

“That’s our kitten- ah manager.”

“And (T/n) is ours, but I look forward to seeing you at Nationals Nekoma.” The Captains bid one another farewell and you can only hope to play your twins’ team again.

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• Shiratorizawa didn’t make it to Nationals (since Karasuno beat them) but (T/n) wanted to come and support you (bitterly). Ushijima came with her too since he’s the Captain and wanted to keep you two out of trouble. Plus he loves Volleyball.

• It’s when you’re checking the matchups do you encounter your beloved rivals, whilst Nekoma were distracted you went to scope out the area. ‘Luckily’ for you, you bumped into other competitors, the blonde ‘accidentally’ tripping.

“Woah, are you okay-“ Before you could finish, he’d interrupted all suave.

“Yeah, I just fell for ya that’s all~“

“-send me a postcard next time~”

There was a moment of silence, you impressed by the smoothness and him awed by the sheer sarcasm.

• The boy introduced himself as Miya Atsumu, Inaruzakis Setter and took note of your Nekoma jacket, asking you to watch him play if you got the chance. Especially if you become opponents.

• Bidding farewell, you found (T/n) with a bright smile upon her face, Onigiri in hand.

“The games haven’t even started and you’re eating.” Was your bemused observation, your twin scoffing with an innocent pout.

“I was hungry, and this cute player from Inarizki recommended the teriyaki Onigiri here so I brought some, wanna try?” (T/n) justified, showing the item to you.

“I met an Inarizaki player too, and I’m too nervous to eat but thanks (T/n).”

“Suit yourself, good luck and I’ll look for you later.” She rejoined Ushijima, the pair waving as you met up with Nekoma.

• It isn’t until after the first round beating Kiyokawa High School, before the Karasuno vs Inarizaki game that you’d encounter the Miyas again — or rather Atsumu approached (T/n).

“Yer scoping out the competition huh gorgeous? I don’t blame ya (L/n), ‘Samu and I are the best of the best.” The blonde proudly told (T/n), thinking you’d shed your Nekoma jacket to be inconspicuous.

“I— I don’t even know you? Wait, how do you know my name?!”

• Osamu meets the pair, and actually thinks it through, Atsumu on the other hand jumps to conclusions.

“We just saw eac-“ Hearing (T/n), Atsumu was quick to argue but Osamu kicked his calve.

“Shut it dumbass.”

“Hey, loser twin!” You called over, gaining the attention of her and the Miya Twins.

“Ah... ‘Samu there’s two of them...”

“That’s what I was gonna tell ya.”

• It must’ve been a twin instinct (twinstinct hehe) but yourself and Osamu could tell the individual differences/quirks immediately, hence how he’d figured it out so quickly. A mutual smile was shared as your respective twins continued their petty insults.

• “(T/n)! Ushijima is looking for you and I need to find Kuroo so...”

“Oh, yer boyfriends?”

“Uh - aha -no no, our Captains.” Your twin managed, flustered and embarrassed - you were glad she’d spoken because you were no better with the heat on your skin.

“Perfect, tell your Captains’ that we’re not sorry for keeping you~” Atsumu shouted as you both waved goodbye and headed back to the stands/courts.

• Nekoma won against Sarukawa Tech High, your next opponents currently battling it out on the court which you’d all raced to see - mainly for Karasuno.

But it was during the break after the first set that the twins approached the stands, well, you.

“(Y/n), ya won?” It was brave of Osamu to address you so casually but you didn’t mind.

“Of course, my team, my friends, are truly amazing. Our next opponent is either Karasuno or you.”

“You’ll be facing me- us- Inarizaki! Don’t you worry sweetheart.” It seemed whatever suaveness Atsumu once had was long gone by now.

• They played incredibly, but the entirety of Nekoma were glad of Karasunos’ victory, you’d taken a second to see the twins though.

“You were amazing, I’m grateful I got to see you both play. Looks like you won’t be facing me after all, sweetheart~”

“Yeah well- I— jus’ watch yer back next year beautiful. I’m comin’ for ya.”

“OHO! NOT ON MY WATCH PRETTY BOYS!”

“Yamamoto! Apologies for him.” Yaku forced the Mohawk to bow, Kuroo slipping an arm around your waist with a smirk. “But he’s not wrong.”

—

• You were staying with (T/n) for the weekend, utilising Shiratorizawas practice break to tell the tale of the Miyas and their flirting. The team were oddly protective over the both of you, but you hadn’t the time to question it with Goshikis inquiry.

“Okay, so if you two had children with the Miya twins respectively... would your children be identical?”

“...”

“...”

“We won’t have to find out.” If anyone else had said it you wouldn’t have believed them, but something about the certainty of Wakatoshi made you both smile.

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[ Masterlist ]

[danidrawsstuff]

Hi ! I came from the doctor gilbert blog. I didn't know you were an animation student ! That is so cool !! That was one of the things I thought about studying after high school but I didn't know enough about it and went a different path. Can you tell us more about how being an animation student is ? What type of classes do you have ? What would you like to work on ? (if that's okay of course ^^)

Hey there!!

Yes, I started animation school this January and while it's very hectic, I'm absolutely having the time of my life ^^ !! It's something that I tried to go into after high school too, but when I realized my art skills were not up to par yet, I also chose a different route while continuing to work on art on the side! Took me two tries to finally get in, so if you ever decide to give it another shot, I say absolutely go for it! Never too late to shoot your shot and see where it takes you!

I will be posting my accepted portfolio pieces here soon, in case anyone was wondering what animation schools are looking for. And if anyone has any questions about the application process, I can try to give some general answers~! For now, more answers to questions under the cut:

The biggest thing about being an animation student is that it's very busy. My animation prof actually described animation as the medical school of the art field since the grind is just as gruelling. The workload has been heavy from the get go, there's typically an assignment due every week for all classes. If it's not finished pieces that's due, then you're expected to have a certain level of roughs done for in-class critique. My wall calendar and my agenda are my best friends for keeping deadlines in mind and helping me to prioritize which projects to do first because if I don't physically see my deadline written out in front of me, my brain can and WILL forget :')

Speaking of critique, that's the second thing: Critique is going to be a big part of your life as an animation student, or any kind of art student for that matter. You're expected to show your work in front of class and have the prof really pick it apart and show you how to improve your work! There are profs who give vague critique but thankfully all my profs so far have been amazing with critique, either by providing extremely detailed notes or by doing draw-overs on our roughs. And we also have TAs available for pre-class critiques if you find yourself stuck on a part of a project that's just not working. I can't speak for other programs in other schools, but in mine there's a lot of support which is awesome since it's such a work intensive program!

As for courses, I'm doing a full course load so I should have 8 courses. I'm only taking 6 since I transferred credits to cover my mandatory communications and electives courses for this sem! Right now I have:

Layout - environments, backgrounds, lots of perspective work. i thought i would hate this class the most since i don't draw backgrounds that often but i actually really enjoy it!

Character Design - lots of character studies, a big emphasis on staying on model and keeping your drawing consistent which has been personally challenging, but still fun!

Animation History - exactly what it says on the tin. getting in on a lot of the disney tea. i believe we're moving on to animation's role in wartime propaganda during ww2 which will be interesting

Animation - the actual animation course. i've posted a few of my assignments on here! lots of ball bounces, seaweed waves, pendulums, all the fundamentals. one of the most demanding courses in terms of time since you have to draw so many frames.

Storyboarding - MY LOVE. this is my actual favourite class. we're given a script and told to plot out our board to show how it's going to be seen on screen. boarding is also pretty intensive since depending on the way you want to show the action, you could easily end up with 60+ frames to draw out, but i love it so much.

Life Drawing - My beloved and beloathed, but so important to animation. the class that's hardest to do online because it's not easy to draw a model when you're looking at a small screen. life drawing profs, at least in my experience, also tend to be the toughest critics.

And I think I might have answered the last question already but I really, really love boarding and I think that's exactly what I want to go into after graduation. Would like to work on something along the lines of ATLA or finally bring one of the many personal projects that have been stewing on the backburner to life kjdjds.

I will also say that it can get very taxing mentally and it's easy to get overwhelmed by the sheer amount of projects you have on your plate. As crazy as the workload is, I've also learned that it's very important to schedule some downtime into my everyday, even if it's just taking an hour or two to walk away from whatever I'm working on and just meme around on discord or take a nap.

I think that about covers it. If you got any more questions, please feel free to yeet them my way!

[wonniesmile]

❥ ellie’s first step into ‘i-land’

⤷ ellie had just finished her entrance test, making it into i-land. hopefully, she doesn’t get kicked out.

⤷ word count: 1.4k+

⤷ warning: this is all purely fictional, none of the arguments and conflicts within this series is a true reflection of the trainees. everything you read is made up from my pea-sized brain.

after a teary-eyed goodbye to the grounders, ellie and the i-landers go through the egg contraption. her mouth gapes open in awe, realizing just how high tech this building was. ellie follows the applicants into the egg, squeezing into the very back corner. 

“hi, i’m sunoo.” a boy introduces himself, “i’m ellie!” she replies. she recognizes him, “you guys performed crown, right? you were really awesome up there!” sunoo smiles, oh god her heart, he’s adorable. his cheeks bubble up to show his whisker dimples and she smiles.

the egg finally stops, gaining an amazing reaction from the rest of the applicants. she gets on her tip toes to get a better view of the inside of the building. giving up, she slouches and waits for everyone to leave the contraption. “wanna be friends?” sunoo asks from beside her, she happily accepts and they giggle. 

“oh my god...no this isn’t real...holy moly.” she examines the room they had just stepped into. 12 chairs were placed in a semi circle in front of the egg and right behind it was the coolest dance room she has ever set her eyes upon. banners decorated the top of the glass wall leading into the dance room. there were pillars set up around the room and steps leading down to the chairs. “how much money did they spend on this, my god!” she exclaims and sunoo replies, “probably billions...” he too was amazed at the sight of the room. 

suddenly, a booming voice echoes, yet again, throughout the space, “from now on, we will start the next stage to match the capacity of the i-land. decide 4 people to eliminate by your own vote.” a bunch of “no ways!” scattered around the room, everyone in pure shock at what the next step was. “the vote for elimination will start in two hours.” ellie puts her face in her hands, worrying about what could happen. the egg lights up with the timer and she gasps. “sunoo, what do i do?” sunoo pats her head to reassure her, “it’ll be fine.” she takes off her bag and sets it down in front of a chair, following along at what the others were doing. “shall we look around the first floor first?” a trainee by the name of jay asks, everyone agrees and they start their tour.

throughout the tour, ellie was way too excited at the sight of all the new rooms to even think about the elimination process, she has got to start speaking to people sooner or later. thank god she had sunoo.

“i think we should sit down and talk.” choi seon suggests. the 17 applicants, including ellie, take seats on the contemporary couch decorating the living space. sunoo pulls her to an empty seat next to jay, while pulling up a chair for himself. seon takes the lead, explaining to everyone that by the end, they HAVE to pick 12 out of the 17 trainees sitting in this room. everyone agrees with his statements and ellie nods her head. she gets lost in her thoughts, ‘so all i have to do is pick someone based on their performance and attitude...ok got it.’ on paper, it seems easy, but ellie knows that experiencing it will be a lot harder than she thinks.

“i would like to introduce you to jake sim.” sunoo pulls ellie towards him and she waves at the boy in front of her, “jake meet ellie, ellie meet jake.” jake waves back awkwardly. “i thought you two would get along well since ellie is also from australia.” jake’s eyes light up. “seriously?!” ellie nods her head, “g’day!” ellie says in her thick aussie accent, jake whispers a little ‘wah!’ and gets excited. “where from australia are you from?” he asks, “i was born in brisbane but moved to quebec, canada at the age of like 10.” jake nods his head to show he understood, “but the aussie accent stayed!” he giggles, “i can see that, i’m from brisbane as well!” ellie claps, feeling ecstatic after meeting her second friend of the day. “so, when’d you move here?” ellie asks, “2019! i passed a global audition and here i am, better than ever.” he says. ellie giggles at his response, “i also moved here early 2019!” her smile seemed to have reached her eyes. sunoo looks at the two of them adoringly...and cluelessly, not understanding a single word being spoken at the moment, “i knew you two would get along!” he says, clapping.

the three of them went on to converse for a few more minutes before sunoo left to go talk to some other people and jake left to go use the restroom. feeling uncomfortable with being alone, she walks over to the kitchen, where ta-ki and ni-ki were both showing off their dance moves, “i want to practice now” she overhears ta-ki say in japanese. ni-ki notices ellie watching the two from afar and he mentions her to come over, “ta-ki, she speaks japanese.” he ‘whispers’ to the boy. “hello!” ellie says, while bowing, “my name’s ellie!” she slaps herself mentally, ‘too much’ she told herself. “ah, ellie.” ta-ki says, cautiously, “yep, that’s me!” ellie replies, “are you also japanese?” ta-ki asks, “um...i actually learned the language myself after watching animes...” she awkwardly laughs, “wah! you’re so good!” ta-ki sticks both his thumbs out at you. ellie thanks him. a silence fills the air and ellie plays with her fingers, “well...i’m getting a bit hungry, so im gonna go get a bite to eat!” she tells the two, hoping to ease the awkwardness.

time passed and ellie felt more and more nervous. the timer got closer and closer to 0...what is she gonna do? sunoo and jake have both been by her side, feeling more comfortable with them, who the hell was she going to vote off?

“ellie, please head to the voting room.” the voice announces, her knees felt weak, here goes nothing.

a heavy air surrounded the voting room, it almost felt like she was suffocating. the monitor in front of her seemed to mock her. the 17 applicants (including herself) faced directly in front of her. “4 people...4 people is all i need to pick.” she says to herself. carefully her fingers tap a trainee’s profile, “i’m so sorry.” it was seon, “i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry.” now all she needed to do was pick the remaining 3, “god, i can’t do this.” she leans against the screen, contemplating her next decisions. (i’ll leave the other 3 trainees she chooses up to your interpretation ;) )

rubbing her hands together, she exhales the biggest breath, “that was harder than the entrance test...” she laughs at her response, “i’m so sorry.” she says one last time, before exiting the room.”

“the first dropout received 10 votes.” the booming voice seemed to haunt her more than ever. looking down at her lap, she bites her lips in worry. “kim sunoo.” her heart drops to her feet. no, this can’t be happening. she quickly looks to her side, sunoo’s lips forming a pout as he runs a hand through his hair, “sunoo...” ellie grabs his hand and he looks back at her, “i’ll be fine.” squeezing her hand for reassurance, ellie looks back down onto her lap.

“the second dropout received 9 votes.” ellie squeezes her eyes shut, “noh sungchul.” she looks around, not really familiar with the applicant’s face. “the third dropout received 9 votes, ta-ki.” ellie’s eyes go wide, he was the last trainee she would’ve thought of. “the fourth dropout received 6 votes, ej.” ellie releases a breath. “those who got eliminated, please move to the ground now.” ellie quickly looks up at sunoo, “yes, i get it.” he says with a smile on his face. ellie’s vision gets blurry as she watches him, “please come back.” she says as he pulls her in for a hug, “i will, you know i will.” sunoo lets go and looks into her eyes, “make new friends! bye bye!” he waves. ellie watches as he steps onto the egg. she waves her farewells, looking up to stop the tears from falling (it was a successful tactic btw). she smiles at sunoo and he mirrors it, “bye bye!” she mouths and sunoo waves as the contraption closes. here we go again...