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Chemistry- Richie Tozier X Reader (Imagine ☆)

Imagine- Chemistry

Summary- Y/N and Richie are assigned Chemistry partners from the upcoming school year. While the two never really talked they grew closer. Richie tried his best with all of the experiences, but always seemed to mess up somehow. He came up with a list of the class rules and made a pact to break every single one of them before the end of the year. As much as Y/N thinks it’s funny she needs to get some work done. Follow their weird experiences and watch their relationship grow throughout their school year.

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September 1st 1990

“Alright class, settle down.”

Tables sat in single two by two rows, not one single seat was empty. Richie Tozier sat in the far right corner, he liked sitting in the back, no one paid much attention to him if he did. Another boy sat beside him clearly not interested in this class either. Every kid had dreaded the first day of school, they were placed in the same building with the same people for another 180 days of hell. The boy’s eyes dilated to his surroundings, bottles and huge file cabinets boxxed him in. The bright LED lights buzzed overhead him.

“I know all of you guys are very excited for this class and I hope you are all prepared. We have a long list of activities we have to get done before the end of this quarter. Hopefully some of you will enjoy them.” the class groaned. The teacher, who had yet to introduce himself, nodded. Just as he suspected everyone didn’t want to be here, it added to the enthusiasm of teaching.

He waved the chatter away, “Ok, I’m Mr.Leachermen or just call me Mr.L.” Few kids laughed at the long name and Mr.L gave out a soft sigh, another fabulous year is bright ahead and it’s only the first period.

“Our lessons are split into four quarters, you will have an assessment on all the topics covered at the end of every one. Be prepared because I know handfuls of students who don’t bother studying, yet it’s a fifth of your grade.” Students stared at him with beady eyes, none of them had names to him, just kids. In the back of his mind a seating chart was beginning to form.

He wiped his nearly bald head as the sun was beating down from the half covered windows, ”Our first two quarters will be extremely math heavy and if anyone has trouble with that kind of stuff I suggest coming in early for help.” One or two kids wrote down a mental note and Mr. L grab a few note cards and a pile of papers to hand out. He began to hand one out to each student.

Lab Safety Rules

If a fire erupts notify the teacher immediately.

Eye protection MUST be worn any time chemicals, heat, or glassware is used.

Ask the teacher if you don’t understand a direction, or any part of the laboratory procedures.

After completing an experiment, all chemical waste should be disposed of according to your teacher’s directions.

If you are injured during a lab (cut, burn, etc.) you should tell a teacher immediately.

Long hair in the laboratory must be tied back or kept entirely out of the way with a hair band, etc.

Loose clothing, dangling jewelry, and sandals are not to be worn during lab activity.

Horseplay, practical jokes, or pranks in the classroom are always against the rules.

If a piece of equipment is not working tell the teacher.

You should always wash your hands with soap and water.

Eating and chewing gum are not permitted in the lab.

When cutting using a razor blade or scalpel always cut material away from you.

Always raise your hand when wanting to speak in class.

No drinking in class.

No water or drinking in class.

If you are late more than three times disciplinarian action will be enforced.

The tired teens glanced over the paper as their teacher went over the basic rules, he wanted to make an emphasis on how they should not be broken under any circumstances.

“If anyone does continuously break these laws I will be executing detentions for each problem, if it manages to get any worse parental contact will be a factor.”

This part perked Richie’s ears, he loved to be a class clown and this might be his chance.

“You will be given a 22 point quiz on this topic, but it’s extremely easy so I wouldn’t worry about it. Other topics we’ll be covering this unit is Bohr Models, balancing equations, and the periodic table of elements.” Blank stares were the only exchange between the pupils. Mr. L has no idea what to do, the first day was always a pain in the ass.

He sighed, “Since we’re not getting anything done today I’ll be assigning lab partners.” This seemed to get the majority of the class interested. Some kids looked around for someone they knew, but for most, they were screwed.

The teacher grabbed the attendance list, ”I’ll just spitball some random names. Everyone please grab your things and stand in the front of the class.” The kids shuffled up and piled in the front.

“Ok at this first table Marcus K. and Tida M.” Two kids pushed through the abundance of others and sat uncomfortably next to each other. Mr. L kept assigning pairs, Richie awkwardly stood in the middle of all of it, oblivious to what was going on around him, until he heard his name.

“Richie Tozier and Y/N L/N over hear in the left corner.” A girl emerged from beside him, Richie had never seen her before, he followed behind. Near the back was their table. A small bucket of water sat by a table leg. Both of them exchanged a stare and sat down. Sooner or later Mr. L had sat the entire class out.

He took a swig of coffee and sleepily looked around, “There isn’t anything else planned for today, talk amongst your partners.” It was quiet for awhile before the chatter began.

“Hi, I’m Richie.” He turned to his partner for a better look.

She glanced back at him, “I know,” she laughed breathlessly, “I’m Y/N.”

They just looked at each other, not knowing what to talk about.

“So, you liking the weather today?” Richie scratched the back of his neck. He couldn’t crack out any jokes just yet.

“That’s really the first thing you thought to ask?”

“I dunno, what do you want to talk about?”

“You got me there, any insights on this idiotic class?”

“Not liking it so far, but I have an idea to make it a bit more enjoyable…”

She tilted her head, “You better have a really good idea to make this ‘enjoyable.’

“I think it’s good, I’m going to break every rule this year.”

“I’d like to see you try, Tozier.”

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September 27th 1990

“Does everyone have their goggles on?”

The class let out a few murmurs of the word ‘yes.’ The multi-colored goggles were slapped onto their faces and would leave a harsh imprint by the time they were done.

Richie leaned over to his partner, “I’m going to break the first rule.”

Her eyes went wider, “How are you going to set something on fire without anyone noticing?”

“No idea.”

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“Everyone turn on the burner in front of them and grab the cotton swab labeled magnesium. If this is done correctly the flame should be turned into a different, bright color.”

Richie grabbed a sheet of Claim, Evidence, and Reasoning notes and through his copy of the Science Safety Rules at Y/N. She held onto it underneath the table. His hand shakily turned on the micro burner and slid the paper underneath. The flame caught on and smoke began to rise. Y/N quickly drew a line through rule Number One. Unbenounced to the entire room this small flame triggered the fire alarms. The loud ringing caught everyone’s ears and Richie threw the paper onto the ground and hit it as much as he could with his foot. It went out as the class began filing out.

They weren't caught.

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Lab Safety Rules

̶1̶.̶If a fire erupts notify the teacher immediately.

2. Eye protection MUST be worn any time chemicals, heat, or glassware is used.

3. Ask the teacher if you don’t understand a direction, or any part of the laboratory procedures.

4. After completing an experiment, all chemical waste should be disposed of according to your teacher’s directions.

5. If you are injured during a lab (cut, burn, etc.) you should tell a teacher immediately.

6. Long hair in the laboratory must be tied back or kept entirely out of the way with a hair band, etc.

7. Loose clothing, dangling jewelry, and sandals are not to be worn during lab activity.

8. Horseplay, practical jokes, or pranks in the classroom are always against the rules.

9. If a piece of equipment is not working tell the teacher.

10. You should always wash your hands with soap and water.

11. Eating and chewing gum are not permitted in the lab.

12. When cutting using a razor blade or scalpel always cut material away from you.

13. Always raise your hand when wanting to speak in class.

14. No drinking in class.

15.No water or drinking in class.

16. If you are late more than three times disciplinarian action will be enforced.

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December 13th 1990

“Which rule are we breaking today my good sir?” Y/N curtsied at her close friend. As the year went on the two grew closer and closer. He introduced her to the rest of the Losers Club and Y/N and Stanley began to bond.

Richie pondered and pulled the rule sheet out of the pocket of his oversized pants, “How about Number 11?”

She nodded, “Do you have any gum?”

“You know it!” He grabbed some spearmint gum and plopped it in his mouth. Richie made sure to make it completely obvious that he had gum. The two walked to class and the boy blew loud bubbles right in front of everyone. He got sent some weird glares, the student body knew about the strict gum rule and knew what was coming at Richie. He hid it as they walked into the classroom and the two giggled as they made their way to their desks.

Mr.L began to teach and Richie started chewing and blowing bubbles. Two or three people turned around, so, of course, he began to do it worse. Over and over again until it disrupted the entire class.

“Mr. Tozier, go spit out the gum and fill out a slip for detention, you know the rules. Watch it.” The class gave out melodic sets of ‘ooohs.’ Rich nodded and got up to do as he was told. When he walked by Y/N his whispered in her ear.

“Hey Y/N, want to see a movie after my detention?”

She stopped jotting down notes and looked up, “A date?”

“A date.”

“Meet you here at 5.”

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Lab Safety Rules

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1̶.̶If a fire erupts notify the teacher immediately.

2. Eye protection MUST be worn any time chemicals, heat, or glassware is used.

3. Ask the teacher if you don’t understand a direction, or any part of the laboratory procedures.

4. After completing an experiment, all chemical waste should be disposed of according to your teacher’s directions.

5. If you are injured during a lab (cut, burn, etc.) you should tell a teacher immediately.

6. Long hair in the laboratory must be tied back or kept entirely out of the way with a hair band, etc.

7. Loose clothing, dangling jewelry, and sandals are not to be worn during lab activity.

8. Horseplay, practical jokes, or pranks in the classroom are always against the rules.

9. If a piece of equipment is not working tell the teacher.

10. You should always wash your hands with soap and water.

11. Eating and chewing gum are not permitted in the lab.

12. When cutting using a razor blade or scalpel always cut material away from you.

13. Always raise your hand when wanting to speak in class.

14. No drinking in class.

15.No water or drinking in class.

16. If you are late more than three times disciplinarian action will be enforced.

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June 6th, 1991

“I think we’re gonna do Number 16 today, you’ve been late two times this week. Why not push it to one more?”

Richie grinned, “That sounds perfect N/N.”

“Don’t call me that. I hate it when you call me that. Just go hide in the bathroom, this is going to be good.” Richie skipped away and the girl walked alone to her first period class. Everything went swimmingly, final exams were approaching and a study period was beginning. Around 20 minutes later Richie comes in whistling throwing a rubber ball on the ground. Everyone turned to look at him as he signed the late book, as he broke the final rule. He did it.

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“Richie, may I speak to you after class?”

He looked at Y/N.

“We did it.”

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Lab Safety Rules

1̶.̶If a fire erupts notify the teacher immediately.

2. Eye protection MUST be worn any time chemicals, heat, or glassware is used.

3. Ask the teacher if you don’t understand a direction, or any part of the laboratory procedures.

4. After completing an experiment, all chemical waste should be disposed of according to your teacher’s directions.

5. If you are injured during a lab (cut, burn, etc.) you should tell a teacher immediately.

6. Long hair in the laboratory must be tied back or kept entirely out of the way with a hair band, etc.

7. Loose clothing, dangling jewelry, and sandals are not to be worn during lab activity.

8. Horseplay, practical jokes, or pranks in the classroom are always against the rules.

9. If a piece of equipment is not working tell the teacher.

10. You should always wash your hands with soap and water.

11. Eating and chewing gum are not permitted in the lab.

12. When cutting using a razor blade or scalpel always cut material away from you.

13. Always raise your hand when wanting to speak in class.

14. No drinking in class.

15.No water or drinking in class.

16. If you are late more than three times disciplinarian action will be enforced.

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Jeon Jungkook Fics Recommendation

Recent update 200125

[ ❥ ] = Favorite

Kim Namjoon — Kim Seokjin — Min Yoongi — Jung Hoseok — Park Jimin — Kim Taehyung

♠ Our Little Secret; angst

You and Jungkook were never supposed to end up together – he was your brothers best friend. It was frowned upon. But there were some feelings that you could just simply not keep at bay.

♠ The Perfect Husband; angst, romance, drama

Not as cliché as it may seems.

♠ Undo; angst, smut

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 finale

You weren’t supposed to feel anything for him, especially since he already had a girlfriend.

♠ Pick Up the Pieces; angst, drama

“He never love her and it was just a one time thing”. That’s what they told about.

♠ All of Me; angst, drama

He’s taking you for granted. Again.

♠ Golden Daddy; smut

Jungkook’s tired of you seeing him simply as your best friend’s brother, so he decides to show you exactly who he is.

[ ❥ ] Lowkey; smut

Jungkook is the nude model for your art school’s life drawing class.

♠ Comfort Inn Ending; angst, smut

It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.

[ ❥ ] Duvet Days & Vanilla Ice Cream; fluff, angst

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Sick of waiting to fulfill your dream of becoming a mother, you stumble across an interesting site called bundlesofjoy.

[ ❥ ] Fierce and Delicate; angst

part 1 | part 2 finale

Jungkook and you had been brought in two different worlds. Jungkook living an unfortunate life and you being controlled by her parents all her life. Despite the imperfect relationship, they completed each other like a puzzle there is.

♠ Sated (ft. BTS); heavy smut

Sin. There’s nothing more.

♠ Moan Wars (ft. Yoongi); smut, a little fluff

After being forced to listen to Yoongi and his girlfriend fucking loudly in the room next to his, Jungkook decides that two can play that game.

♠ Business (ft. Taehyung); smut

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Discussing business over drinks with Jungkook and Taehyung turns into a night you won’t forget.

♠ Sounds; smut

You’re taking a very interesting course this semester —sound psychology, and jeon jungkook, being the fuckboy he’s always been, has an idea to record you while having sex for the assignment which was given.

[ ❥ ] 2! 3!; fluff. smut

The one at the end of Jungkook’s Wembley Vlive.

♠ Demon Dickin’ Down; demon!au, smut

Every year, on one special night of october, the sex demon hotline is available for any human who wishes to call; and this time, their senior scout is on the field.

♠ Late; angst

part 1 | part 2 finale

With a battle of words taking place in your head, and taking advice and opinions from your brother and his friends, you finally decide to confess to your best friend just as the same time as he does, except for something else.

♠ Regret; angst

part 1 | part 2 finale

Jungkook has been your husband for 3 months now, and when he gets back from work one day, he is cranky, speaking one of the regretful things he could ever say to you.

♠ Accusations; angst

You’re met your best friend after years of separation, and you continue to meet him. This particularly pisses Jungkook off.

♠ Grade; fluff, smut

Maybe getting bad grades once in a while is awarding.

♠ Redemption; angst

You left Korea and three years later you come back with your daughter and he tries to win you back.

♠ Let me; prince!au, fluff

part 1 | part 2 finale

Prince Jungkook always comes into the kitchen for late night snacks and you are the new kitchen staff.

♠ (1) Missed Call; idol!au, smut

He never has time to pick up his phone while on tour, so you leave him innocent voicemails instead. But, when did your mundane voicemails suddenly get so interesting?

♠ Love is Not Over; dad!au, angst

Our love is not over.

♠ Tick Tock; soulmate!au, fluff

Where in there is a timer on your wrist which tells you exactly when you’ll meet your soulmate.

♠ Who Am I to You; angst

part 1 | part 2 finale

You were so easily forgotten.

[ ❥ ] Rules; high school!au, fluff, smut

part 1 | part 2 finale

He had one rule and one rule only; no dating in high school, but something might have happened to that rule, and that something might be you.

♠ Eavesdrop; angst

Hearing jungkook say he’s breaking up with you.

♠ Jealousy; angst, fluff

With jungkook being on tour, he couldn’t help but miss you. when a picture of you and a guy he’s unfamiliar with surfaces the internet, he’s furious.

♠ A Mess (ft. Min Yoongi); smut, fluff

Maybe it was a good thing you lost that bet to Yoongi. The punishment was cruel, but it lead you to a threesome with him and your crush so… yay for that.

♠ One Time Thing; smut

“It could be a one-time thing really. No strings attached. Besides, we won’t see each other for another year basically.”

♠ Lost Track of Time; angst

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 finale

You were mad, but he was out of patience.

♠ Smile with Me; angst, fluff

You were having a bad day, but you didn’t want Jungkook to worry. However, Jungkook did worry and he wanted nothing more but for you to smile again.

♠ Rumor Has It; angst, fluff

You built up walls to prevent the rumors from getting to you, but now they came crumbling down.

♠ Dream; angst, fluff

Jungkook had been spending a lot of time with you lately, and Namjoon finally thought it was time to confront him about it.

[ ❥ ] The Kids Aren’t Alright; smut, fluff, slightly angst

Sneaking around with Jeongguk during your Christian retreat is complicated when you’re both dedicated to your jobs as co-youth group counselors at your father’s ministry.

[ ❥ ] The Elite; smut, angst, fluff

Jeon Jungkook is the son of a billionaire with a bad boy image and harsh demeanour. Y/N comes from humble beginnings, having lived a sheltered life unfamiliar to the dark world she is thrown into when her and Jungkook meet.

[ ❥ ] Bad For You; romance, smut

His whole presence emits sin and danger, and you’re not supposed to be attracted to him on the first glance.

[ ❥ ] About Time (ft. Park Jimin); time travel!au, angst

Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?

[ ❥ ] Our Little Secret; smut, angst

“Desperate lips molded against his, and in the kiss, you tried to convey your feelings for him. You tried to tell him that despite whatever decision you made, you couldn’t let him go. You were literally so in over your head for him and you knew you were fucked—but you didn’t care.”

[ ❥ ] Take My Hand; angst, fluff

In which you lose your memory in a car crash, and Jungkook desperately tries to keep both of your lives intertwined. this in itself proves to be a challenge, especially when you can only remember him as the idol you once adored from afar.

♠ Overtime; ceo!au, smut

In which an awkward first encounter with your new boss gives Jeon Jungkook all the more reason to make your job an interesting experience.

♠ Exchanges; spiderman!au, fluff, smut

In which Jeon Jungkook is that friendly neighborhood superhero, you’re the face in the hallway that saved his high school career, and he can’t ever seem to get a grip around you. Even when he makes you scream after a fated accident—not for the reason you may be thinking; get the thought out of your head.

♠ My Beauty, My Blood; mafia!au, single parent!au, fluff, angst, smut

With Namjoon out of the picture, Jeongguk has to step up and be the sole successor to the organization laid out before him. However, guilt doesn’t escape him very easily, and neither does your persistence.

[ ❥ ] Heartbeat (ft. Min Yoongi); angst, smut

part 1 | part 2 finale

You fell in love with a boy who was in love with music, and you weren’t sure if he was capable of loving you the same way. This thought should’ve caused you to move away from him; but, if anything, it just drew you closer.

♠ The Millionaire and His Lover; fluff, angst, smut

Over the course of your lifelong friendship with jungkook, you can’t say that you’ve ever had the greatest ideas, and a fake relationship with the boy you’ve been in love with for years is no exception.

♠ Just Friends; angst, smut

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 finale

Jeon Jungkook was many things. He was an asshole, a tease, and kind of an inconsiderate roommate. But most of all, he’s your best friend and has been since you were 10. When he suddenly confesses his attraction to you and proposes sleeping together, you are smart enough to turn him down. You knew Jungkook; you knew how he moved from one girl to the next. You, too, were many things, but just another notch in Jungkook’s belt was something you’d never be.

♠ Since Day One; werewolf!au, fluff, smut

You’ve been friends for years, and when Jungkook decides to take on boxing gigs to earn some extra cash, you’re apprehensive about it but decide to support him nonetheless. It was your role as his designated best friend. But one night, during the first fight that you decide to attend as his supporter, everything completely changes.

♠ Diamond in the Rough; fluff, angst, smut

part 1 | part 2 finale

When a business heir from Busan, Jeon Jungkook, meets you, a poor girl from Daegu, he doesn’t expect to fall as quickly as he does. He’s been told for his entire life to avoid Daegu, a town riddled with gangs and a history of a brutal murder in Busan, but he can’t stay away from you, even when he’s warned that you’re not good enough for him.

♠ Banter; super!au, roommate!au, fluff

Ironically, some of your best moments are with your archnemesis, the man who you literally fight every other day. But the two of you might be closer than you originally thought.

♠ Stubborn Love; modern-day royalty!au, bodyguard!au, angst, smut

Love is not a choice, this much you knew. for a girl like you, neither was marriage. married off to a prince, you had the life most girls would dream of. but your dream didn’t end with prince charming. yours ended with your loyal bodyguard that you could never have.

♠ Sweather Weather; fluff

When Jungkook comes back from a run and you have the audacity to laugh at his admittedly bad decision to go outside in the rain, he makes sure to take his revenge.

♠ D.Va; smut, angst

It’s a pretty important day for you but Jungkook doesn’t seem to think so.

♠ Navy; childhood bestfriend!au, idol!au, angst

part 1 | part 2 finale

When you thought you’d be making music with your best friend, Jungkook, like how you’ve always promised each other but he seems to have other plans.

♠ T&S; fluff

Toddlers have always hated Jungkook and Jungkook have always hated toddlers.

[ ❥ ] Escape; angst, fluff

Everyone has a number over their heads that says how useful they are to society from 0-100. You have a number ‘4’. You leave the city for some peace but you meet your cocky neighbour who seems to get on your nerves.

♠ Sweet Saccharine; fluff, angst

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Trying your best to stay afloat in a ruthless city, you decide to join the sugar bowl. Who knew the sugar baby business would be this exciting?

♠ Curiosity; smut

When innocent Jungkook comes to you with a not-so-innocent question, you decide it’s easier to just demonstrate.

♠ Fear is Forever; werewolf!au, fluff, angst

Fear in your eyes | Forever and a night

There’s a werewolf in that forest behind your house, they told you, and he’ll eat you before you can even beg for mercy.

♠ The Wedding Planners; fluff, smut, angst

Jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend Hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly Jeon Jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding.

[ ❥ ] Énouement; mulan!au

War is Hell, but it’s what you had to do to take your brother’s place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven you’d call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook.

♠ Prodigy; teacher!au, smut

“Could you just close the door and come over here? You have no reason to rush out, I didn’t post your grade. I want to discuss it in person.”

You swallowed hard at his words but did as you were told, closing the classroom door and going over to his desk. He was looking through the stack of students’ sketchbooks on his desk, presumably for your own. He pulled one of of the stack and laid it in the middle of his desk, and you froze.

You could feel all color draining from your face once you noticed which sketchbook he had pulled out of the pile. There was a Hello Kitty sticker stuck to the top right corner of it, indicating it was your sketchbook.

Your personal sketchbook.

[ ❥ ] Cardiovascular Palpitations; doctor!au, fwb!au, fluff, angst, smut

part 1 | part 2 finale | sequel

It was complicated. But it worked. You two were doctors, cardio surgeons at that. Complicated was usual, it was your business, your work, your lifestyle. And neither of you had time for an actual relationship, for the hours of work for writing heartfelt letters or planning dates out on the beach. Both you and Jeongguk needed quickies in the stockroom, someone to dress up and look hot so he can get revenge on his ex, someone to give a blow job or finger you to relax your nerves before an important presentation, someone to understand the burdens and harsh lifestyle of being a doctor. And somehow in that chaos, you’d found each other and it worked out.

[ ❥ ] Boys Like Him, Girls Like Her; fluff, smut, angst

prequel | part 1 | part 2 finale

Bad boys are bad, they said. And they don’t deserve girls like you, they said. But all you wanted to do was give Jeon Jungkook a chance.

♠ Sleepover; fluff, smut

Jungguk is your best friend’s little brother who invites you to have a sleepover at his place. Nothing can happen, right?

♠ Drunk; alcoholic!au, angst

part 1 | part 2

You fell in love with Jungguk so hard thinking he’s everything you’ve ever wanted. But there’s a one catch – he’s an alcoholic.

♠ Blacklisted (ft. Jeon Jungkook); smut, angst

After departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men.

♠ Tattooed Two (ft. Jeon Jungkook); smut, angst, fluff

Your boyfriend’s best friend joins you for a night you’ll never forget.

[ ❥ ] Tachycardia; doctor!au, fluff, smut

When you’d signed your consent for any medical interns to assist your doctor on your routine check-up, all you were expecting was some nerdy, awkward, fresh-out-of-med-school graduate. What you actually got was a man who’d won the genetic lottery in every way possible…and an awful case of butterflies.

[ ❥ ] A Fallen Bookmark on a Thursday Afternoon; angst, fluff

He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine. It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can’t even distinguish the different wagons. As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless. That’s how Jeon Jungkook came into your life.

[ ❥ ] The Blue Princess and her Red Rose; prince!au, fantasy, angst, fluff, smut

After all, he was her red rose, while she was just another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria.

♠ Brother’s best friend; smut

In which Y/n owns a smut blog dedicated to her crush and brother’s best friend, jungkook. it was all fun and games until he finds out about it and acts it out with you.

♠ Room 109; alpha!au, smut

Having Jungkook as your apartment buddy was a lot to get used to. But with one early day, your heat comes up much stronger than usual, and you were desperate for an alpha’s touch.

♠ This Must Be My Dream; fluff, angst

You swore you would never fall for another boy in a rock and roll band. You were doing fine until Jungkook comes into your life with his sweet melodies and even sweeter kisses.

♠ Break the Ice; fluff, smut, angst

There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny: 1. You have to love hockey. No exceptions. 2. You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers. 3. And most importantly, have fun!

♠ Nochu Unsolved; comedy, smut

Cryptid hunting with your boyfriend doesn’t go quite as planned…

#bts #bts jungkook #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #smut #bts x reader

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junionigiri · 6 years

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Work In Progress [BNHA] [Preview of Chapter 1!]

Rating: T for strong language (since Bakugou is in it )

Summary: For the year’s Interscholastic Fantasy Festival, Class 2A is working on a musical! The reluctant Bakugou is assigned to work on the script with Uraraka, who proves to be a more eccentric writer than he thought.

Relationship: Kacchako <3

Notes/Warnings: This is a preview of a part of chapter 1. Since there’s the main story and the story within the story, the chapters are pretty darn long. I’ll start publishing the chapters in full once I’m five chapters in ^^’ Apart from Bakugou’s language and liberal 4th wall breaks I don’t think there’s anything to worry about in this fic~

Bakugou seriously did not want to work on Uraraka’s dumbass script. It’s not that he was bad at writing--in fact, beyond his good grades, he knew he was pretty good at it. Principal Nezu had personally informed him that the essay he submitted on “Why I Want To Be A Hero” was one of the most well-composed ones he’s ever read.

It’s just that Bakugou hated fantasy. And hated fiction-writing (because fiction was not real, therefore it was a waste of his fuckin’ time).

Most of all though, he hated having to work with other people to achieve any kind of common goal. Look at his damn stats for cooperativeness in the character book and anyone with half a brain would get it. And to cooperate for a stupid ass waste of time like the Fantasy Festival? Who the hell thought up of the stupid Fantasy Festival anyway?! Weren’t there more important things in society to worry about?

And the fact that he was working with Uraraka fuckin’ Ochako was in itself pretty aggravating. It’s not that he hated her--in fact, she was one of the few to earn Bakugou’s (grudging) respect, since their infamous Sports Festival encounter when they were first years.

However, since their encounter at the festival, Uraraka learned not to be the tiniest bit afraid of him anymore. He knew that this girl wouldn’t be the type to just shut up and do what he tells her to, and he really didn’t feel like making such an effort just to write a stupid play.

But now that he knew that fuckin’ All Might was counting on him to write the script, well… he couldn’t get out of it now, could he? Bakugou was many things, but a disappointment to All Might, he’d rather not be.

So that was how he found himself stomping his way away from the common areas to his room, with Uraraka bouncing right behind him. They were going to sit down there to look over her draft, but it was overrun by the costumes, set-design, and props people with all their shit.

“Why your room?” Uraraka said, huffing as she struggled to keep up with Bakugou’s pace. “I don’t think girls are allowed there…”

“Let ‘em try to kick you out, Round-Face,” he growled as he tapped on the elevator button impatiently.

“If you say so, Explodey-face,” she teased, earning her a growl which was received with a giggle. This was what Bakugou was talking about. This damn girl knew no fear.

They eventually made it to his room, with Bakugou stomping the entire way and Uraraka skipping like an oblivious little red riding hood romping through the forest with a picnic basket, the purest picture of ignorance and innocence, unwitting of the ravenous wolf who lurked in the foreboding shadows of the dark, nightmarish wood.

Ugh. Really, Bakugou? Already gearing yourself up to write this fuckin’ fantasy shit? You guys haven’t even sat down yet. Don’t be too fuckin’ eager.

“Uwaa, your room’s amazing, Bakugou! I didn’t think it would be so neat and sparkly~”

Much to his annoyance, Little Pink Riding Cheeks was already making herself right at home next to his desk. He felt a vein or two pop over his forehead, like in animes if they were in an anime. “Why the fuck wouldn’t it be neat and sparkly?! You expect a guy like me to just live in a dump?!”

“I’m just sayin’, I wish my room was as neat. I knew you were great at lots of things, but even cleaning?” she said wistfully. “Hey, I have an idea! Next time, let’s go to my room, and--”

“I ain’t helping you clean your damn room, Round-Face.”

She pouted and innocently twiddled her thumbs. “I -wasn’t- going to say that, but, you know, now that you mentioned it…”

He grit his teeth so loudly Uraraka gasped and asked him if his teeth were okay. “Let’s just…!!! Get this fuckin’ script over and done with already!”

“Eh, fine, fine. Sorry for teasin’ ya! Watch yer blood pressure, a’ight?” She reached over to open her bag and pulled out a messy folder that was crumpled, filled to its limit with papers with tags pointing in all directions. A post-it with a messy scrawl on it flew out as she pulled out the mess. “So, this is what we’re gonna be workin’ on!”

“What the fuck is that mess? Did you fuckin’ sit on it and flush it down the toilet and set it on fire?”

“How rude!” Uraraka puffed her cheeks. “I only sat on it once! On accident! And I don’t bring homework to the toilet! That’s just unladylike.” She opened up the folder and revealed a disorganized array of handwritten scripts scrawled on legal pad, post-its, sketches, more post-its, reference photos of their classmates with post-its on them, receipts, a grocery list, and a few folded-up paper bags from Tokyu Hands.

Bakugou’s fingers itched. He spent so much energy restraining himself from fixing the mess that was now taking over his desk that he barely heard Uraraka’s spiel.

“So, in the meeting which you missed, we drew lots. Everyone’s working on the production and stuff but all of us will be acting in the play too. Some of us bit parts and stuff, but yeah. I asked everyone what they wanted their roles to be. Based on those ideas, I sketched out my ideas on what their characters would be.”

She pulled out the sketches, and Bakugou had to admit, they weren’t badly done. He would go so far as to say that she might have a talent in drawing. They were scratchy and messy, but Uraraka seemed to place great care in drawing out the likeness of each classmate, and the details of each character and costume and even background information were at least 70% fleshed out for each of them.

“So based on the lottery, Deku-kun’s the lead character. You, me, Tsuyu-chan, and Todoroki-kun are gettin’ large roles, plus we gotta pay attention to All-Might-sensei’s important cameo. We’re gonna write the story based on all of this! And, if we want to allot time for practice and stuff, we have to finish most of the script in a week!”

“The f-- I’m gettin’ a large role too?! Nobody said that!”

“It ain’t my fault you weren’t at the meeting, Bakugou-kun.”

The blonde boy scowled as he went through the sketches. The fucking nerd Deku’s role was that of a ‘Squire’ (but his costume made him look like a fucking hobbit). Uraraka had a hood (fuckin’ coincidence from his red riding hood fantasy earlier) and a staff, and she was a ‘Mage’. Frog was a froggy lookin’ barmaid. IcyHot was a Prince (probably of the Land of Half and Halfs where people were always shitty and constipated). All Might was a Legendary Knight in exile (also fitting, in a morbid sort of way).

And Bakugou was… a Bard. His sketch had him wear fuckin’ poofy pants and a stupid fuckin’ hat with a feather on it and a stupid shitty tiny harp that the chubby babies in those old fuckin’ European paintings had. He all but made the paper disappear from a blast from his fist. “Oi, Roundface. Who’s the fucker I gotta kill besides you for giving me this pansy-ass role?!”

“Hey, it’s your fault. You weren’t there yesterday.” Uraraka repeated, not even the least bit apologetic. “And that thing you destroyed was a brilliant joint effort between me, Kirishima-kun and Kaminari-kun. Nice goin’, Explodey-face.”

“Fuck y’all! I’ll kill those idiots!” He shredded the paper further. “Gimme that pencil!” Within seconds, he sketched out something different, muttering expletives the entire time. After he was done, he dumped the pencil on the desk, almost breaking it into tiny little pieces.

Uraraka gasped. “Wow, Bakugou! That’s really impressive! A Dragon Tamer, huh?” She traced his sketch with one finger, which showed him with a fur cape, tattoos, a necklace made of the fuckin’ skulls and teeth of his enemies, pants and boots, and lots of fire blazing in the background for extra badassery. She grinned at him teasingly. “So you have been thinkin’ about this so-called fantasy shit too!”

“Fuck you,” he said, shoving her in the face unceremoniously. “Now I know that I gotta change that fuckin’ script of yours. Let’s just get this fuckin’ shit over with.”

“Okay…” Uraraka pulled out the legal pads, but shielded them from Bakugou. “Um. Just so you know, Bakugou, these are really, really, rough drafts, okay?”

His jaw jutted out in annoyance. “The fuck you mean by rough drafts. I thought I was just gonna edit your shit.”

She gave him a ridiculous look. “Well, you are. But also, I started workin’ on this just a week ago sooooo you gotta help me finish like a teeny bit of it.”

“How fuckin’ teeny do you mean.”

“Um. Like. 50% of it, mmmaybe…?”

Bakugou could almost see the smoke coming out of his own fuckin’ nostrils.

“Anyway, that’s exactly why we can’t waste anymore time, right?” said Uraraka, a positive beam glowing out of both ears. “And don’t you worry! The story’s practically finished in my head!”

There’s probably nothing in there but a single light bulb struggling to survive, thought Bakugou in annoyance. He put his palm to his face and tried his hardest not to yell at her. “Fine, Uraraka. Let’s just fuckin’ start already. No matter what, I’m kickin’ you out of my room by 10 PM.”

“Okay! Glad ya see it my way, Bakugou-kun!” She smiled and pulled out the first page of the script, which read:

- Deku and the Final Fantastic Lord of the School of Wizardry!: The Legend of the Airbender’s Song of Ice and Fire -

(A Work in Progress)

Act One, Scene One: In Which Deku-kun Leaves His House and Adventure Begins

Written by: Uraraka Ochako

“The fuck? Are you trying to outdo Class B’s lameass play from the last year’s cultural festival, Round-face?”

“It’s a work in progress! We can edit it out later.” Uraraka said as she scribbled Explodey McSplodeface next to her name on the by-line.

#bnha fic #bnha #boku no hero academia #kacchako #kacchako fic #bakuraka #bakugou x uraraka #bnha fantasy au #kinda

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coolestqcumber · 6 years

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The Loser (Jinho - Pentagon)

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“In front of love, I’m always a loser.” - Shine by Pentagon

Your school had always been considered peculiar due to its lack of school uniform. However, you adored the freedom of being able to wear comfortable jeans to class each day rather than the ridiculous skirts and formal blazers most kids your age were required to wear.

Most of your fellow classmates also loved the lack of dress code. Especially the guys. While most dressed sloppily, others loved to show off their wealth in the form of cashmere sweaters and ugly (but expensive) loafers.

Jinho, your adorable and clumsy chem partner, was neither of those. Instead, he and his friends seemed to purposefully dress in the most ridiculous ways possible. Their good looks might’ve been enough to offset their weird clothes, but their strange personalities repelled most of the girls at your school. You didn’t really know what attracted you to Jinho, the smallest and liveliest boy of the bunch, but you felt yourself gravitating towards him whenever you were in his presence.

Jinho was a mess. He brushed a lock of hair underneath his faded cap and peered at his appearance in the restroom mirror. His eyes roamed from his black jeans to his white hoodie and finally the hideous scarf tied at his throat so that the remaining fabric spilled down his back like a cape. Jinho wished he could dress normally, but Hui and Edawn had told the rest of them that this was the only way to protect themselves. Better to be considered a weirdo rather than a loser.

Each of the boys were poor, having come to the city themselves and could barely afford tuition. The rich students of the school would’ve looked down upon them and bullied them mercilessly like they did with the other poor students. Jinho was still bullied, but he knew he would’ve been picked on more if it weren’t for his strange appearance. People stayed away from him for the most part. No one wanted to be associated with a weirdo; not even the bullies.

Suddenly, Jinho was shoved out of the way. His elbow collided with the wall and he winced, already feeling a bruise blossoming across his skin. A boy with perfectly gelled hair sneered at him and Jinho’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as he realized he had been zoned out in front of the sink, blocking the boy’s way.

Sighing, Jinho hastily exited the restroom. In his hurry, he nearly bumped into you. You swerved to the side to avoid dropping the heavy box you had been carrying. You frowned and Jinho, but quickly smiled when you realized it was him. He sheepishly grinned in return, and then noticed the box you were holding. “Can I help you carrying that?” Jinho asked, already rolling up his sleeves and reaching for the box. You groaned in relief as you handed him the box, “Yes please. Thank you so much, Jinho.”

Jinho felt a tingle rush down his spine when you said his name. His voice cracked as he replied, “It’s no problem.” Your brows furrowed when you noticed the bruise on his elbow. “You’re hurt,” you said quietly and gently touched is arm. “Let me carry it.” Jinho felt another shiver ripple down his back when your hand made contact with his skin and he quickly tightened his grip on the box. “No, I’m quite alright. You need some help too sometimes, class prez.” He said and gave you a reassuring smile.

With a final rustle of paper, the paperwork assigned to you was finally sorted and filled out. You glanced down at you watch and saw that there was still an hour of chemistry left. You rushed down the hall to your classroom, not so much anticipating the class but rather who you would see in the class.

You poked Jinho’s arm and whispered, “Can I borrow a-” He handed you a pen without looking up from his notes. Smiling to yourself, you flipped your notebook open to the next clean page. But the teacher concluded the lecture before you had written a single letter on the page and announced it was time to move on to lab. You let out a loud exhale and tried not to tear out your own hair in frustration.

You heard a small laugh and Jinho slid his notebook across the table towards you. “Here, you can copy mine.” You tried not to stare at the sight of his easy smile and hurriedly began to scratch words into your own notebook. Half an hour later, the bell rang and you groaned, still having not been able to copy all the notes. You sighed and held out Jinho’s notebook to him. Instead of taking it, Jinho pushed the notebook back towards you. “Take it and finish copying the notes tonight. You can come give it to me tomorrow.” You gulped, feeling your heartrate kick up a notch, and tilted your head down so that your hair covered your burning cheeks. You murmured a quick ‘thank you’ and bolted from the room before you could say anything dumb.

“Why do we need to do this again?” Wooseok complained, trying to write as neatly as possible on the rough surface of the picnic table. The boys were hanging out on the roof of the school during lunch, like they always did. And sometimes Hui would come up with cheesy group activities to “build stronger bonds of friendship.” Today, the mastermind decided it was a good idea to write each of their heart’s greatest wish on a paper, fold it into an airplane, and launch it off the roof. Something about “giving ourselves hope.” Jinho had rolled his eyes at Hui’s lame idea but respected the younger boy for being optimistic.

The boys all shut their eyes and concentrated on their wish. Hui counted to three and they all launched their paper airplanes off the roof. Jinho watched as his airplane glided through the air for a few seconds before getting tangled within the branches of a tree in the school’s courtyard. Around him, his friends laughed as they watched the other paper airplanes skitter to a stop in the grass below or fall into puddles. Shinwon clapped in delight when his plane blew into the face of the math teacher.

You huffed and picked up a piece of paper from under the tree. Kids these days, such litterbugs! You peered around for a trashcan to the paper into but couldn’t find any in sight. The paper seemed relatively clean, so you tucked it into your pocket to dispose of when you could.

However, it wasn’t until later that night when you rediscovered the paper in your jacket pocket. You pulled it out thinking it was probably an office pass you had received earlier today to excuse you from class. While you were startled to find the paper wasn’t a pass, the contents of the paper surprised you even more.

The letters were scrawled neatly but shakily, as written on a rough surface. Still, you were able to make out the unmistakable words:

I wish Y/n would like me too.

The handwriting looked familiar but you couldn’t remember who it belonged to. You shook your head and put the paper aside, pulling out your homework to do. You took out Jinho’s notebook to finish copying the notes you had missed. You flipped to the most recent page he had written on and froze. Shakily, you reached for the paper you had picked up in the courtyard and compared the handwriting to the one in the notebook. It was a match.

Jinho shivered under the glare of the taller boy. He didn’t know what he had done to piss the valedictorian off, but when Jinho tried to exit the room, Darren blocked his path. Jinho nervously picked at the edge of his cape, “Can I help you?” “Back off of Y/n loser. Someone like you isn’t worthy of her attention,” Darren spat, the jealousy evident in his tone. “I’ve seen you trying to get with her, carrying things for her and letting her copying your notes. But do you seriously think doing those pathetic things will make her like you?”

Jinho didn’t respond. He just tilted his head down, allowing the shadow of his cap to disguise how insecure Darren’s comments made him feel. Yes, he knew you were terribly out of his league. Yes, he knew you probably would never like him the way he liked you. And yes, he was too afraid to even ask you. Afraid of rejection. Afraid that you would laugh in his face, even though he knew you would never do that. But still, deep down inside of him, he hoped for a possibility of you returning his feeling.

Jinho was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn’t realize Darren hit him until he was already lying on the ground with a bleeding nose. Jinho stood shakily, feeling anger course through his body.

You tapped your fingers idly on the tree next to you. You and Jinho had agreed to meet in the courtyard after classes so you could return his notebook. However, it was already 10 minutes after the last bell had rang and you were beginning to wonder if he’d forgotten about you.

Suddenly Kino ran up to you, eyes filled with worry. “Class prez! Please come quick, it’s Jinho. He..he got into a fight.” You instantly became tensed with worry and hurriedly followed Kino into the school and to where Jinho was.

“Stop! Stop! What the hell are you doing to him?” You pushed yourself between Darren and Jinho, shielding the smaller boy’s injured body with your own. Darren sneered, “Let him go Y/n. A loser like him doesn’t belong with you. I’m just teaching him a lesson.” You stood and gave Darren a shove. “Who do I belong with? Some trash like you? Let me make this very clear, I don’t like any part of you at all. I would rather die than ‘belong’ with someone like you. Now, you will already get suspended for pulling a stunt like this. Try anything else and I will personally make sure you are expelled with a permanent record that even your daddy’s big bucks can’t fix.” Darren straightened his clothes, gave you one more icy glare, and left. The rest of the crowd trickled out of the classroom too.

You squatted down next to Jinho’s hunched form and gently shook his shoulder. “Jinho? Are you alright?” You heard him draw in a shuddering breath and he slowly sat up before saying, “Why did you come?” Wordlessly, you drew the paper you had picked up in the courtyard and handed it to him. “Did you write this?” Though his face was obscured by his cap which he had pulled low over his eyes, you noticed the tips of his ears turning red. He stood suddenly, “Why does it matter? As much of an a$$ Darren is, he’s right. You’re way out of my league. I was a fool for being hopeful.” Jinho ducked his head and turned to leave. “Wait.” He turned back around to face you, and you moved so that you were directly in front of him. “You were right about being a fool, but wrong about everything else.”

You wrapped your fingers around the drawstrings of his hoodie and used it to pull him closer. He was slightly shorter than you were, so you tilted your head slightly down and kissed him. There was no ‘slowly leaning in’ build up to brace yourself for the erratic beating of your heart that blocked out all your other senses.

Doubts quickly cloud your mind and you hastily pull away. However, they quickly vanish when Jinho’s arms loop around your waist and presses his lips against yours for another kiss. His hands travelled from your waist upwards to your arms, firmly grasping them as if to make sure you were real.

Your hands rose up to grasp his face and he broke away with a gasp of pain. You then realized that you had just touched one of his newly acquired bruises. You winced sympathetically, “Sorry.” Jinho just smiled cheerfully and rose up on his tiptoes to press a peck to your lips. “It’s okay.” And yes, everything was okay.

#pentagon #pentagon scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios #pentagon jinho #pentagon jinho scenarios #jinho #jinho scenario

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hysteriamodes · 6 years

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Coloring in grey scale

So, hey, this is somewhat of a tutorial for those curious about some of my coloring and blending. I made this especially for anyone younger than me and is exploring digital art, but this is also for others who are curious about what I do. I love reading other artist’s comments and looking at their WIPs, so why not.

Another reminder: if you’re looking for my artwork, please follow @rainbow-illness and not this blog. All of my finished stuff goes there; usually, my works in progress (WIPs) or Angry Doodle Corner go here. Sometimes I use this blog to repost my art, but that is my official art blog, no this one. Not unless you like nonsensical posting and metal, then have at it. If you have any questions, don’t be afraid to hit me up, I love talking about art.

So I can’t always sit down and talk about my processes and how I go about doing them, but I was able to sit down and take some screencaps while I was working on my iPad Pro. Using the iPad is actually my first choice to draw on because of the convenience of carrying it around like a sketchbook, whereas my laptop isn’t always easy to carry around--it’s a big laptop. While I use my iPad, I also like to go back and correct things, recolor, re-proportion, or spend more time privately working on a drawing. I have my iPad with me, all the time, so I’m out in places usually like Starbucks doing this. I also struggle with pretty bad PTSD and agoraphobia, so having my iPad out with my headphones on gives me an excuse to put my mind elsewhere to calm down. My family just usually looks at me and goes “oh, she’s working on her art again”; I did this as a kid, too, only with sketchbooks.

I do not have a Cintiq either, though I would absolutely love one. This laptop is capable of using a stylus, but I think I need a better one to do it with. All I’m using is a cheap Wacom Bamboo tablet that I’ve had for five years, that’s it. Everything I’ve done on this blog has been on a small surface. So if you’re just dabbling into art, don’t beat yourself up for having the small stuff, I’ve worked with small stuff and still do. The only thing I have that’s not small is, well, the space and processor on my laptop are much faster than any other laptop I’ve owned, bought especially for graphic design classes and my artwork.

So, that being said lemme just forewarn some of you guys. My artwork is all done in two to three layers! Yes, you read that right! Why? When I was 16, I didn’t have a Wacom tablet to mess with, so I had to use a mouse and learned from there. When I turned 18, I got my first Wacom tablet while working my first official job and the family computer didn’t have a good processor. So when I got my first official laptop, it was basic and not made to run anything beyond the web browser and such, it could barely handle Photoshop. It did, however, run Paint Tool SAI with no issue (which is why I still prefer it over anything I use), it just couldn’t handle more than five layers. After losing my drawings constantly and not being able to do anything in the prized software I’ve been eyeing since my Sophmore year of high school, I found a workaround with it.

And that’s what I’m going to write about here. With that in mind, no, you do not have to limit your layers! I’ve taken traditional art classes so my first instinct is to literally paint over my stuff like I would on a canvas. If you don’t want to do that, you don’t have to! Yes, I am nuts.

That being said, let's do this.

If you haven’t taken traditional art classes, that’s cool! I’m going to be using some art terms you haven’t heard of, but you definitely will when you take your first ever drawing class. These terms are foreground, value, negative space, contour, and weighted line (I’ve seen it called line weight too). For the more experienced art students who are likely groaning over that stupid contour practice from that book “Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain”, I’m sorry, guys. Newbies, you are going to know this.

And you are going to hate it. While I still hate it and, yeah, my eyes are rolling into my skull right now just even talking about it, there are some useful practices in here that I... actually use. Who would have thought? At least we’re not talking about still lives.

Anyway, here’s what I’M going to say that some art teachers will not tell you but I want anyone to read this to know:

- Do not obsess over your drawing to look exactly like your reference. Just don’t. Forget this completely, worry about it later or don’t even worry about it at all. This is your style, your interpretation.

- Digital art is hard. Art is hard! Practice makes perfect and you learn over time just by studying (looking at) other pieces of art. It took me like well over 10 years to find my own little niche and I’m still playing around with coloring styles. I have a lot.

- If you’re just starting to draw with a tablet of any kind, play around with it. My first official program was a cheaper version of Paint Shop Pro and when I first got it when I was 14, I sat around and experimented on layers to see what it would look like. Explore!

- When you start drawing figures or faces, try not to think of it as, well, face or a figure. Reduce it to basic shapes, like squares, triangles, and circles.

Greyscale can establish light source, value, scale, and negative space.

I don’t always use greyscale for my art, but when I do, I appreciate it because it makes my life easier. For example, Alphonse Mucha’s pieces here from his “Slav Epic”.

Chances are, you’ve seen Mucha’s art nouveau on prints, fanart, fabrics, and all of that. But Mucha did so much more and he is a huge influence on me for a reason. By the greyscale we see here, we can see foreground/subject with each illustration. Mucha is using value (that’s shadow) to emphasize this, in addition to negative space (background) to draw you in, just by using black and white. Notice how the other subjects don’t have such a powerful contrast and light source versus the other, especially the woman on the left. Mucha made his art pop by his understanding of contrast.

For this first part of this entry, I’m going to be using Papa Emeritus II from “Ghost”... who is a good example of how to draw faces, too. Huh. Regardless of what drawing program you’re using, keep your opacity low, at 50%.

Simplicity at its finest

Instead of focusing a lot on Emeritus’ face, I’m going to focus on the negative space behind him. I’m using this to define his figure. This is a good picture because of the stark contrast, though, it’s a little tricky because it is really contrasted and you can’t see where the light source really is. But that is okay! I am going in and just using this negative space, the contour of his head and torso. Before I even think of a face, I want to softly go in and use black (or grey) to fill up that negative space. Keep it simple and work your way up.

After I lightly fill in the negative space around him, I can start lightly going in and establish his face by blocks of shadow. And this is why Emeritus II is such a good example for this kind of work. I don’t usually start going in and drawing eyes, I rely on the shadows of the face to see where their eyes, ears, lips, and such lie.

Here’s another example (though, it’s old):

This is in my maroon style underpaint, which is what I post most of the time. For their faces, I just used basically eye sockets to start working on their faces, like Papa Emeritus II down below. Again, this dude is a great example.

Here is where it may get a little funky. I created a new layer and set that layer to Multiply, still keeping that opacity low. Since I have no light source and I just want to create a really dramatic lighting, I made a vignette with a simple airbrush tool.

With that little vignette, you can create a new layer (unless you’re me, I just merge it down because of that constant fear of nonexistent software crashing) and I’m using the color pick tool to go back and forth to start using greys to really get into Emeritus’ face, especially his wrinkles. I’m painting over it constantly, switching back and forth between a paintbrush tool and color pick tool to blend. Again, keep your opacity low... unless you’re me and you’re feeling adventurous. You’ll also notice here that I have more than one photo reference. I use several for a lot of my art, so I encourage you to do the same. I had no idea what his jaw looked like, so I grabbed a second photo. Now that I have a better idea of where his hat ends on his forehead and how his nose looks, I start doing a weighted line.

Weighted line and Contour

Now is the dreaded talk. Of contour.

Welcome to Drawing I hell. This cursed image is from the book “How to Draw on the Right Side of the Brain” and if your teacher does not talk about this in your first drawing class, I am going to eat my hat... I have a hat lying around here somewhere. ANYWAY, the contour line exercise is basically you just using a neverending line for a drawing. I don’t know who drew this (and tbh, thanks a lot for every single boring assignment I’ve done in drawing classes), but this guy used contour lines for his drawing. I’m having war flashbacks over here, but I managed to find an art teacher’s page talking about different types of contour. My god, they are evolving.

Going back to our dear friend Papa Emeritus II, I used weighted line to start adding in little shadows to his face. Weighted line goes hand in hand with contour; it is a great technique to not only add details, but add little bits of shadows.

This is a simple example; the thicker line is adding to the shadow of the apple, giving it value!

Papa Emeritus II is such a good reference... I used him as inspiration for King Melwas here.

Gwenhwyfar is also a good example of weighted line. Gwen is essentially a very, very pale character. In contrast to Melwas, who is in darker clothing, Gwen is soft, she is the focal point in this drawing. For the little pieces of her hair, the corner of her lips, eyelashes, and her fingertips, I used a weighted line to establish these things, otherwise, Gwen is so pale, she’ll easily be washed out completely.

This drawing of Alice, which I’m still messing around with, is another example of how effective a weighted line can be with depth. The lines I added into her face, eyelashes, creases, hair, and fingers add those little details since everything I’ve done before like Papa Emeritus II was so soft with a low opacity on the brush settings.

Layer masks and curves

There are two ways you can color greyscale images.

You can do this by going into Layer > Adjustment Layer > Curves (this is how it looks like in Procreate).

This gives you a neat ol’ base color! I am playing around in the blues, adding soft hues of blue in their figures and the white in this picture can either turn blue, cream, or even green. You don’t have to use Blue, you can use any of the other colors. For me, I’m always drawn to blues. Another cool thing to play around with is Color Balance, which is underneath the same function as Curves.

But if you don’t have any of these, you can add a new layer, and do Multiply.

The only drawback to this, of course, is how destaturated (the lack of color) it looks. And yes, that’s an issue you will have and I did run into this while doing this. How I combat this is using additional layer masks. Believe it or not, Alice here was once at a grey scale, looking even more desaturated than Gwen.

For Alice’s face, I went in and use:

- Soft Light because she needed more peach and roses in her skin. Omri’s original drawing gave her a light rose blush so I wanted to do the same.

- Overlay to mask out the black lines from the greyscale I had.

- Lighten which I used to make her lips pinker, her apron’s shadows lighter, and parts of her hair brown.

The same went for Gwen, who is, again, very pale. But while she’s supposed to be pale, I didn’t wash her out completely. To add more saturation, I used a combination of Soft Light over my Multiply layer and Overlay to start working at the highlights on her hair, nose, and shoulder.

This little walkthrough isn’t as visual as I like, but with limited software like Fire Alpaca, GIMP, or Paint Tool SAI that don’t have the abilities of Photoshop in terms of color correction and playing around with colors, I really encourage you, readers, to play around with these tools. Using the color picker back and forth, especially after using layer masks, gives you an ability to mix and blend colors. The reason why I work with greyscale or a maroon under paint is that you can create brilliant colors and make a new palette; the trick is to constantly mess around with them. I never go in and flat out color anything, with the exception of things like “angry doodle corner” which is basically what I call my lazy drawings, drawings where I’m just honestly goofing off with.

So in summation...! Or me trying to summarize this.

Experiment and explore with layer masks and adjustments. Whoever says that using these tools isn’t real art, they’re wrong. And please don’t ever be afraid of using references of any sort! Alphonse Mucha is saved ten times over on this computer.

#my art #tutorial #i think #an attempt was made #digital art #procreate #ipad drawing #ipad pro #Alice madness returns #alice liddell #american mcgee's alice #alice asylum

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loopyhoopywrites · 6 years

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10 Questions Tag

Tagged by the lovely @authorisada eons ago, sorry it’s taken me so long! Some of these questions required a lot of thought... If you’re reading, and want to, consider yourself tagged!

1 - Who / what is your biggest support system when it comes to your writing?

It used to be my university’s Writers’ Guild. I was a member for my whole three years at uni, and helped run it for two of them, and meeting with other writers every week was incredibly encouraging and motivating.

Now I don’t really have much of one. NaNoWriMo is a big help to me as a writer, and I’m definitely feeling the love from the Tumblr writing community, but I’d love to have a group I could meet with IRL again.

2 - You forgot your lunch at home and now you’re starving, but you don’t have the time to go and get something. Which oc would gladly buy you lunch and bring it to you, but get the order completely wrong?

Finn. He’s such a sweetheart, but he’s also extremely clumsy, doesn’t have the most common sense, and is deaf. So yeah, I can imagine him returning with the biggest grin and something completely different than what was asked for.

3 - Do you prefer music or pictures as inspiration? Why?

I don’t really use either? I like making moodboards and assigning songs to my characters because it helps me pin down the core aspects of their personalities, but I wouldn’t say music or pictures particularly inspire me.

4 - How many novels are you working on?

Just the one. I have a few others that exist as a handful of ideas and notes, and one that’s mostly written but needs a complete re-write, but novel-wise I’m focusing exclusively on IGH until I’ve at least finished the first draft. It’s a project I’m really passionate about, and I feel like this is The One.

5 - Which oc is absolutely brilliant, but lacks the recognition?

Probably Pigeon. He’s really smart, but found school super boring and was constantly in trouble for stealing things. He made a living as a thief, until he got cocky trying to impress his boyfriend and ended up in jail. Everyone just sees him as a low-life criminal, and assumes that means he’s dumb, when actually he’s the smartest guy in there.

6 - If you are an avid reader, do you read the same genre as the books you write, or are they completely opposite?

I’ll read pretty much anything and I like to dabble in writing different genres, but yeah, I tend to lean towards fantasy in both my reading and writing. I’m not an avid a reader as I used to be though, which makes me sad.

7 - What is your favorite thing about being an author?

Oh gosh. It’s hard to put into words, but I think it’s that sense of accomplishment and, I don’t know, power? From being able to create something, create people and worlds, from nothing but your own imagination. Reading over a piece and almost seeing it happen as you read, having your characters exist in your mind as if they were real people, finding the perfect words to make you laugh or cry or that perfect surprise plot twist and knowing that you created that? It’s just the best feeling.

8 - If you could choose any oc to hug the heck out of right now, who would you choose?

Morpheus. He definitely has the worst time out of all of my characters. Not only does he have to deal with the guilt of all the gods he fails to awaken, he also has the hopelessness of knowing that he’ll have to do it all over again every single lifetime, and he’ll never have enough time to save them all. He also has to cope with being kept from his family, the fear each lifetime that he’ll be too late to awaken them, and the shame at being too scared of Zeus to find them anyway. He could definitely use a hug, although he’d be far more likely to knock me out than to hug me back.

9 - Do you have any other hobbies / passions that sneak into your writing?

My big passion is psychology, which is part of what drew me to write about Morpheus and subtly influences a lot of the mechanics of my WIP. The plot of my WIP is centred around dreams, memories, and the unconscious, so a lot of my psychology knowledge plays into that. I also have a character from an as-yet unwritten novel who’s a clinical neuropsychologist, and part of the plot of that story was influenced some psychology articles I read.

My other big hobby is Quidditch, but I’m yet to sneak that into my writing.

10 - If you were to write a historical fiction novel, what era would you choose?

I’m not a big fan of historical fiction, and I’m a very lazy researcher, so I tend to stick to modern day stuff. I did co-write one novel that was set in 1926, but I did the bare minimum when it came to research so it’s probably 90% inaccuracies.

#ask game #about the author

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