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wherevenusholdssomeofficespace · 2 months

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Linda Flynn-Fletcher

I think Linda Flynn-Fletcher is potentially one of the most misunderstood characters in the show.

It think comes from a natural enough place. Her role in the show is of course, to act as the potential threat to their summers of fun. While they boys never see her as a threat, narratively she's the big bad. If she sees it, its game over.

Here's the thing though. She's a not a bad mom. Her children LOVE her. Similarly to how Phineas and Ferb absolutely adore Candace and would do nearly anything she asked, Phineas, Ferb and Candace all love and respect their mother and don't disobey her. Now a bit of this is clearly Linda being a more permissive parent, but any rules that Linda has Phineas and Ferb never do anything to disobey their mother. While I wouldn't be surprised if there were one or two instances where Candace disobeyed her mother willfully, the closest I can think off off hand is Candace not doing a bunch of chores that she was supposed to do. Really, the fact that all her kids love her, shows how much all her kids feel loved in their household. And I think that's super important. Candace wrote a song about how much she feels loved by her mom, even if her mom is dismissive of Candace. But she still goes with Candace to see what the boys are up to even if she doesn't believe it. She sets boundaries on how often Candace can bust the boys sure. But she hasn't forbidden Candace from doing it altogether. Nor does she punish Candace for presumably lying?

At MOST Linda will say something like: "let's get you out of the sun" after a failed bust. The worst of it I think is probably the time Linda made her promise not to try or suffer the Pharaohs curse. Which, was just some guy in a Pharaoh costume telling Candace curse you. Linda goes out of her way to read books to try and deal with her daughter. She and Candace still clearly hold a lot of affection for each other and do spend a decent amount of mother daughter time together. Linda gives books to her daughter, tries to direct her to other activities, and finds her sleep busting cute, and sometimes goes out of her way to do activities her daughter wants to do with her. All things considered Linda is REALLY patient about Candace's busting. Could she be doing more to get to the bottom of why Candace is presumably acting out? Sure. But Doofensmirtz could also be doing a better job of listening to his daughter and not insulting her (or do we not remember why Vanessa wears earbuds around the house) but we all call him a really good dad.

A LOT of shows have kids hiding a secret from a parent for one reason of another. But while the crux of the show rests on Linda not knowing what her sons are doing, its not because its a secret. The boys aren't hiding it from her. The boys genuinely believe she knows. Lawrence genuinely believes she knows. Candace is the only one in the family who really grasps the situation.

Linda's ignorance, her disbelief of the wild shenanigans that her children get into is easily mistakable for normality. For representing the oppressive day to day. The same thematic antagonist as school. A mom who wants whats best for her kids, and thinks that whats best for them is them being normal, without realizing what's really best for them. After all why else we saw what would happen if she found out in Quantum Boogaloo. But the fact of the matter is aside from that one future (which also featured an effectively evil leader in Doofensmirtz, and therefore implies more factors at play than just Doofensmirtz and Linda's characters), we don't really know how it would play out in the long term. Future Linda even just kinda moves on after discovering the truth.

Linda is exactly like her kids. She just does the same things on a less physics breaking scale. The woman has like 37 different hobbies. She takes a cooking class, donated an art sculpture, is part of a jazz group. She has a background in astrophysics. She was a pop star. She won a meatloaf contest. She takes french lessons. The fact that Linda has several hobbies is part of the reason the formula works at all. Linda is constantly trying new things which gets her out of the house, while her sons are trying their own new things. Her absence is what prompts Candace to have to go looking for her. Also, What Do It Do when the moment Linda gets put in Candace's position she acts the exact same way.

Also it's why she and Lawrence are so compatible. They have a lot of weird hobbies they spend together. She likes Lawrence's history references. They watch car racing together. They went spelunking together. They go bowling regularly enough to have equipment. She has played the bagpipes while Lawrence danced (which sidenote: do you think she taught Candace how to play the bagpipes?).

Not to mention her extended family. Think about it. Her mom was a competitive roller derby skater who once bit a skate and shook it like a dog with a chew toy and pulls elaborate pranks with her identical twin. Really she's a lot like Candace with her aggressive passion. Her dad apparently won a balloon race, but tells the story in the most straightforward way possible, sometimes very oblivious, but is overall a lot like Phineas. Her sister is an adrenaline junky. And back to Quantum Boogaloo for a minute: Her granddaughter is just like Candace, Grown up Candace is a lot like Linda. Do you not see the implications!!?!?!? LIKE???? DO YOU NOT REALIZE THAT LINDA WAS PROBABLY A LOT LIKE CANDACE AND PHINEAS WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER?!!?! YOU THINK IT SKIPPED A GENERATION OR SOMETHING???

Do you think Linda used to complain about Tiana??? Do you think Linda thought her family was weird and was embarrassed by them??? Do you think Linda ever called herself the only mature/normal member of her family?? LIKE CANDACE DOES????

Anyway, Linda is just like her family. Sure, she is RELATIVELY more normal, but that's relative, and probably simply because the universe bends itself around to keep her from knowing. Linda literally cannot find out about the real nature of her universe. Linda is just a grown up version of her children, seeking to make the most of each day, but within the bounds the universe has set upon her, both as an adult woman and mother, but also in the laws of physics expected of her. But she still makes the most of her life. You don't have to build a roller coaster to make the most of each day and all that.

I think if Linda is representing anything its that even parents can have rich fulfilling lives. Where they make the most out of each day. Having fun with your life doesn't stop with adulthood. Even if you have more responsibilities doesn't mean you can't have fun? Sure childhood is something you can't get back but growing up isn't inherently bad either?

#pnf #phineas and ferb #linda flynn fletcher #The woman is a former pop star #and has a secret background in astrophysics #you would think that would be enough but nooo #i generally don't care to comment on the suspected neurodivergent status of cartoon characters #because neurodivergency exists in the context of society #and cartoon characters exist in a completely different context #and when characters are inspired by real people (like Linda being inspired by Dan's sister) it can get messy #but if Phineas and Candace and Doofensmirtz are ADHD so is Linda #she just has adult woman flavor ADHD #aka the reason that woman and girls go underdiagnosed or are often diagnosed with anxiety instead #I think we often don't recognize how frequently she forgets things #I'm thinking back to that one time she forgot the “stuff” at the grocery store #she stayed up all night making last minute pies #working up to the deadline on an art sculpture #at one point runs out of contacts (presumably because she forgot to get more)#gets overwhelmed when planning the block party #and that's just what I can think of off hand #anyway I will not stand for Linda slander

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kararisa · 11 months

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brushstrokes

— you’re beautiful and i’m insane

— painter!kaveh x sculptor!reader; art school au

— author’s notes: kaveh’s release grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall and i’ve been enamored by this damn architect ever since. quote is from Venice Bitch by Lana Del Ray

Kaveh has always been a creative person, possessing the ability to take the whispers of an idea and turn them into tangible masterpieces of ink and color

Each line and brushstroke on the canvas were stories of all the love, joy, and pain that Kaveh has ever experienced

A desk of organized chaos is what someone is usually greeted with if they were to ever set foot in his dorm

Picture a set of markers and pencils lying splayed across his desk while he works on his next assignment. Or a stack of sketchbooks also sat in the corner of his room, both finished and unfinished (or “cursed”, as he so lovingly calls those with only a handful of sketches on the first page)

But creative drive can’t last forever – Kaveh’s brushstrokes, once guided by inspiration, now dance hesitantly upon the blank canvas in front of him

He stares at the white blankness, and he swears it stares back at him

“Find something that inspires you”, “Find beauty in the mundane”. People spewed all the same bullshit but none of it helped. and it didn’t exactly help that he’s constantly under the pressure of deadlines

Once, all he needed were his ideas. and now not even those are enough

And that’s when he met you

In one of the college library’s many hidden corners, the two of you just so happened to reach for the same book at the same time

Your hand brushed against his. And Kaveh’s eyes met yours

“I kinda need that for an assignment,” you whispered to the blonde. In response, Kaveh takes the book and gives it to you

“Here. Just as long as you hand it over to me when you’re done,” Kaveh smiles

The two of you begin to chat more while checking out your books: current projects (he learns you’ve been working on improving your sculpting, and Kaveh shares he’s working on improving his composition), favorite food in the cafeteria (Kaveh tells you that he’s quite fond of soups), and the like

He began to bump into you more often, and not just in the library. You see each other in the hallway in between classes, sometimes the quad, maybe in the dorms if he’s lucky. Heck, he even saw you taking a swig of alcohol with your friends in the hidden storage room where he and his friends would drink on cooler nights

But you truly began to get to know each other when he walked in on you working on another one of your sculptures in one of the empty art studios usually reserved for lectures and live figure drawing classes

You sit near him and the two of you make easy conversation.

As the hours passed by, and the sky’s blue hues turned orange, the topic of the conversation steered to why the two of you decided to pursue art in the first place

And Kaveh couldn’t quite explain it, but ever since that day, his creative drive seemed to return to him in earnest. It’s slow-going, but at least now he can pick up a pencil or a brush without losing his ideas

Maybe it’s because he’s found a new source of inspiration

Or maybe it’s just because he likes your company

#kaveh x reader #kaveh x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #kaveh fluff #genshin fluff #genshin modern au #genshin college au #genshin imagines #genshin drabbles #genshin fanfic

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1-beansss-1 · 8 months

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~ Art Project ~

Simon petrikov x gn!reader

Brief Bummary - you are working on a stressful art project but can't focus... your mind wonders on your crush that you think will never reciprocate your feelings.

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You sat down in front of your desk, and you put some headphones on so you could focus more. You opened your sketch book, you had a big project ahead of you, and you had a spot at an art museum on the human island. The deadline was in a month, but you felt like you had no time to complete it.

You picked up a pencil thinking about what you were going to make.

Would it be sculptural? Would it be on canvas or paper?

You started to chew on your pencil, as you thought. You sighed and started to sketch without a real plan. You found your brain wondering away from your project and onto a friend of yours. You smiled at the paper and sketched out Simon's face. You felt your cheeks get hot as you sketched.

You shook your head and quickly turned the page

"Focus.. Focus!"

You said as you put your hands on the sides of your head, trying to make yourself think of the project instead. You touched your pencil to the paper. You couldn't focus that much, so you decided to just draw without putting much thought or purpose into the lines you created.

You found yourself thinking about how you liked simon. you could never tell him your feelings. If you did, it would ruin a good friendship.

You sighed slightly as you drew, you wrote down the emotions you wanted to show in this piece when it was finished, you wrote the words 'longing' 'sadness' 'loneliness' and a few other words. You wanted this piece to be personal. You wanted to throw your emotions on the paper, to be rid of them.

you started to actually look at the page. It was a bit abstract, but you felt good about it. You felt a sense of release and a burst of motivation.

"That's it.."

You quickly got excited, flapping your hands around. You felt excited to start the project for the first time.

Simon walked into your house and looked at you. He smiled and saw how excited you looked.

"I brought you lunch.."

He said as he lifted the bag in his hand. You didn't hear him because of the headphones. Simon smiled and put the food on the table

He brought the food because he knew about your project, and he was a bit worried that you would be too focused on it to take care of yourself.

He sighed slightly. He didn't really want to interrupt. He sat on the couch. He brought a book just in case you were too sucked into your project. He looked at you before he started to read.

You looked focused as you were digging in a drawer at your desk. It was full of random sizes of paper. You pulled out your biggest piece and set it on the desk. You grabbed the sketch book and sat it somewhere you could see it and where it was out of the way. You sat down and grabbed a pencil, lightly sketching out what you drew in your sketchbook, slightly changing the design as you went. when you were done, you sighed, the motivation left as quickly as it came, and you put your head in your hands, leaning over your paper.

"Hate art block.."

Simon looked over at you. He could see you were struggling. He got up and walked behind you, placing a hand on your sholder to comfort you. He forgot that you didn't know he was here.

You quickly got up, turning around, punching him in the chest. He griped his chest and leaned forward.

"Oh! Glob! Simon? I'm so sorry!"

You said, taking out your headphones, and he coughed a bit.

"No.. I deserve that.. I should have tried harder to tell you I was here.."

You helped him on the couch. You felt embarrassed that you hit him.

"I'm so sorry.. Are you ok? I'm sorry.."

You said, slightly freaking out. He nodded and looked at you.

"I'm fine.. now I know I don't have to worry if someone breaks in here.."

He chuckled slightly at his own joke.

"Ow.."

He mumbled. Your face was flushed with embarrassment. You didn't know what to do except apologize. He looked over at you and put a hand on your sholder.

"I'm fine, really.."

He said with a smile, it made you feel a little better, but you still felt guilty. He looked over at your desk.

"Have you made any good progress on your project?"

You shrugged a bit and looked over at your desk.

"Not any good progress.. but I have started"

You smiled nervously, thinking about the time constraint.

"Can I look?"

Simon looked back at you, and you nodded. You got up and walked to your desk, Simon followed. He looked at the paper on your desk, and he looked at what you did. He stared at it a bit before looking back at you.

"So.. uh, it's a bit hard to make out, but uh.."

You ruffled your hair a bit and grabbed your sketch book.

"It's easier to see here..."

You were slightly embarrassed to show him something so unfinished, you sighed. Simon took your sketchbook. Your idea was much easier to see on the sketchbook. He read the words on the page and looked at you. His eyes softened when he looked at you.

Is this what you were feeling? Sad and alone?

You looked at his face. You were confused at his expression. It made you worry.

"What?"

You said as you put a finger on the sketchbook, looking at it closely.

"Is it bad or something?! Should I do something else?"

You looked slightly worried, simon shook his head

"No... No, it's great"

Simon said, smiling a bit. You doubted yourself a little. He handed the sketchbook back. You stared at your sketchbook, and you furrowed your brow. You started to overthink the project. He put a hand on your shoulder, pulling you out of your head

"It's a wonderful idea, it's just"

He looked at your sketchbook in your hands. He pointed to the words you wrote

"This worried me a little.. sorry"

You smiled at him, sighing a bit out of relief. You've stressed yourself out so much about the project that you worried about every little thing. You set your sketchbook down on your desk, and you sat back down on the couch. You were trying to calm yourself down after winding yourself up so much.

Simon looked over at you then back at your sketchbook. You looked up at him. You could tell he wanted to look at your sketchbook.

"You can look through it if you want.. I don't mind"

He nodded and grabbed your sketchbook. He sat down next to you and looked closely at the pages.

"These look really good!"

You looked away from embarrassment.

"It's not that good they're just sketches.."

You sighed. You felt your cheeks get slightly hot with embarrassment. When you looked back at him, he was looking at the page where you drew him. Your face turned completely red when you saw him looking at it.

"Ignore that!"

You said as you quickly flipped the page, your cheeks were burning. He looked at you and flipped the page back.

"Is this me..?when did you do this?"

"Um.... e-earlier today."

You said, looking away. You scratched the back of your neck. You were really embarrassed. He looked up at you, he had a sweet smile on his face, and he closed the sketchbook, handing it to you.

"No wonder you got a spot in the art museum.."

"Oh.. thank you.."

You said awkwardly, still not looking at him. He leaned over, trying to see your face.

"What's wrong?"

Your body stiffened slightly, and you got up suddenly. He was too close to you.

"N-Nothing!"

You said as you put your sketchbook on the table in front of you. You looked over at the table, seeing the bag.

"What's that?"

You said, changing the subject, he looked over at the bag.

"Oh.. I brought you lunch.. I thought you'd be too busy with your project to cook so.."

He looked back at you, he studied your face, he didn't notice how red it was before, he started to realize something.

What if you liked him?

he blushed slightly at that thought. You walked over to the bag and looked inside, you could hear your stomach growl, you realized that you haven't ate anything at all that day, you pulled out two containers, they were slightly cold, looking inside them, it was one of your favorite meals, you looked back at him.

"How.. did you remember? I think I only mentioned this like ...once I think"

"Oh.. I just have a good memory.."

Simon looked over at you, his face slightly pink. You nodded, not really noticing him blushing. You were awful at picking up hints, especially if you liked the person.

"Do you want yours heated up?"

You said as you lifted up one. He nodded, and you put them both in the microwave. You grabbed some utensils, and when the microwave beeped, you took them out

"Hot..."

You mumbled as you let go of them quickly. You grabbed them with your shirt covering your hands. He looked over at you, and he blushed more as he saw your midriff. You sat down next to simon and sat the food down on a table in front of you.

You opened up your food and quickly took a bite, burning your mouth slightly. The food was amazing.

"Where did you get this this.. like it's so good.."

You said after swallowing the food in your mouth.

"Oh, I made it"

Simon said as he began to eat. You looked at him, you were surprised.

"This is like the best food I've ever had"

You continued to eat. Simon smiled at your compliment.

"I wouldn't say it's that good.. it was better when I first made it.."

He said before taking a bite. You smiled as you ate, he looked at you, he liked that you enjoyed his cooking.

You both ate in silence for a bit. You were too focused on the food to talk. Simon glanced at your desk.

"Uh.. what's your project about.. like what made you come up with the idea?"

He broke the silence, you started to blush again and choked on your food a bit. You looked down at your food, and you sighed slightly. You tried to choose your words carefully, this piece was important and you wanted to make sure it was explained properly.

"Well, it's about wanting someone you can't have.. The...The struggle of liking someone you know doesn't reciprocate your feelings.. and the loneliness you feel.."

You continued to stare at your food. You were embarrassed to tell him.. it was like an indirect confession.

Simon moved closer to you, your sholders touched his, your face burned, he was too close, again.

"Do.. do you want to talk about it?"

Simon said, putting a comforting hand on your back. It made you blush even more, you grabbed at your chest, you could feel your heart pounding, it was so loud that you thought that simon could hear. You felt scared to tell him, but you felt like you should.

You sat your food on the table. It was almost all gone.

"Well.. um, d-don't laugh.."

You said, messing with your hands nervously.

"I wouldn't! I promise.."

He smiled at you, you let out a long sigh, it was hard put your feelings into words without just yelling that you loved him, you didn't wanna be that obvious.

"Well.. I.. uh, I like one of my close friends.. They're super sweet! They remember small details about me that sometimes even I forget.. I just.. I wanna scream in their face and tell them how much I love them"

You said your face was bright red, you had a goofy lovestricken smile, and then it quickly changed when you continued.

"But.. Y- They're dealing with their own stuff.. and I don't think they feel the same.. like at all.. it hurts.. I like them so much.."

You put your head in your hands, Simon pulled you into a hug.

"I'm sure they'll understand if you tell them.. "

Simon felt a little sad when you told him you liked someone, but he wanted to be there for you.

"I.. kinda did already.."

You said, looking up at Simon. There were tears forming in your eyes. You felt overwhelmed after saying that. He was completely oblivious.

"What did they say?"

Simon tilted his head, and you started to chuckle a bit.

"Simon, you dork!"

You said slightly nudging him a bit, he realized, his face turned bright red.

"T-The person is me?!"

He asked to make sure, you nodded and looked away. You waited for his response. You prepared yourself for him to say something like, 'Sorry, i don't feel that way' or something.

"I...I"

Simon stuttered, he was trying to choose his words carefully.

"I.. I might not be fully over Betty.. but.. I would like to try.. with you... I like you too Y/N"

He said, putting his head on your sholder. You started to sob, you felt so happy. He looked at your face

"Did I say something wrong? Are you ok?!"

He said, putting a hand on your cheek.

"These are happy tears. It's just.. a little overwhelming.. this has bothered me for a while and.."

You wiped your face, smiling like an idiot. Simon put his arms around you. Simon smiled and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

#simon x reader #simon petrikov x reader #simon petrikov #writing #fanfic #beginner writer #adventure time #adventure time fionna and cake #fionna and cake

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foxglow-diner · 2 years

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☾ Spencer Shay as Your Boyfriend ☾

。☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆。

Dates at the Groovy smoothie.

You get to be introduced on iCarly as Spencer’s partner.

The kids love you btw.

Like, thank the lord that Spencer has a stable relationship with someone so cool as you.

Borrowing his crazy socks

Spencer ends up getting customized versions from Socko so you two can match.

Spencer makes sculptures inspired by you, things you like, etc.

Coming home to a meal based on whatever cooking adventure he embarked upon that day. It was most likely found on the food channel.

Spencer gets a lot of his cool clothes from street vendors or thrift shops. So going thrifting with him would be interesting, as he also looks for odd items to use in his art.

Spending the night at his place would mean a lot of tv, snacks, and cuddling.

If Spencer has a deadline for a commission, you can stay up with him to provide emotional support.

Going out to get art supplies right before the store closes is always fun.

Learning how a fire extinguisher works in case something spontaneously combusts.

Spencer does this a lot. No one knows how it really happens.

The more time you spend with him, the more you come to notice that Spencer actually knows what he’s doing when it comes to electricity and dangerous handy work.

One night when you were at his place, y’all were sleeping.

At least, so you thought, but you were woken up when you couldn’t feel him in bed.

Curious and somewhat worried, you got up to check on him. “Spencer?”

The living room of the loft was dark, but your bleary eyes could make out a light over in the kitchen.

“Spencer? Are you good?”

After rubbing away the sleep as you crossed the room, the scene set in.

Spencer held a flaming burst in the palm of his hand.

His eyes widened when he saw you were there. Spencer waved his hand, plunging the kitchen into darkness. He moved to comfort you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

One was hotter than the other. “Spencer, what was that?” you asked.

“I don’t know.” He tried to provide an explanation but it just didn’t work out.

“Hey, it’s alright.” You said. “I always knew you were hot.

#icarly #spencer shay #spencer shay x reader #fireuser!spencer #x reader #fanfic

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inception-bigbang · 19 days

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Inception Big Bang 2024

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murphy-kitt · 8 months

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Black Cat - Ectober Day 3

AO3 Link (TBA)

Tags: Angst, Referenced/Implied Pet Death

After noticing a classmate struggling with the death of her cat, Danny decides to anonymously help her complete an art project.

Usually, she finds art class is a time to relax. The last period every Friday before the weekend, a time to wind down and forget the chaos of Caspar High whilst splodging paint on a canvas.

Bianca likes it this way. A routine. Half the time she’s not even focused on what she’s painting, but the teacher hasn’t flagged her up yet, so she must be doing something right.

Now it’s a new grade, a new school year. The class is still scheduled every Friday last period, so Bianca expects nothing will change.

Until it does.

In the form of one Danny Fenton.

He’s a new addition to the art class, and quite frankly, Bianca is surprised to see him. She hears plenty enough about his constant truancy to know he’s more absent from lessons than present.

But all in all, Danny seems okay from what she knows of him. Two close friends, an obsession with space, a kind-heart. Somehow normal, considering his parents come in the form of two hazmatted weirdos.

So apart from the truancy and absences, there’s nothing really that strikes Bianca as being odd. There’d been a rumour last year about him having glowing green eyes. Bianca doesn’t know where that one came from, but she figures someone probably just saw his reflection in the light of a ghost alarm and jumped to conclusions.

The black haired girl settles into her seat, watching other students file into the room. The teacher, Ms. Harper, fusses with the board before returning to her desk. Her eyes scan the class and the obvious gap beside Bianca.

No Danny Fenton, not yet. Or maybe never.

After five minutes of taking register and waiting, Ms. Harper claps her hands together, fracturing the casual chatter in the class to silence.

“Right class. Second art class of the year. You had last week to get settled back in, but now we’re going to put our heads down and focus properly on our new project, okay?” She pauses, diverting a gaze to the window, “Even with the ghost attacks.”

She presses a button on her keyboard, the title of the screen shown in large bold letters.

Bianca’s veins turn to ice. She’s never had a problem with the project topics they do, Caspar High always make them vague and adaptable—a way of ‘thinking outside the box’. Instantly her mind is drawn to what subject she’ll do, maybe a good thing, but she can’t bring herself to even think about it.

”Our topic this semester will be about animals. Take this any way you wish. Pets, your favourite animals, our school mascot if you so wish. You can paint, sculpture, draw…anything.”

Pets. Bianca has a cat. Or had. She still remembers him well, for the fact he only died over the summer break.

She could take it out the easy way, avoid all the emotional stress of it and draw something simple, like a bird from her backyard or the likes. But deep down, she knows she can’t. Some stupid sense of betrayal if she doesn’t make this project about her cat—one final goodbye.

And whilst her mind is a flurry of thoughts, Danny Fenton bursts into the classroom, barely exerted, blue (green?) eyes blown wide with panic.

”Sorryimlateihadtobathroombreak.” He pants out in one stumbled breath, heaving himself up on the stool next to her.

”Well…” Ms. Harper blinks, taken aback, “I appreciate your presence nonetheless, Mr Fenton.”

”Thank god, not another detention.” Bianca barely registers Danny mumbling under his breath. Ms Harper is a pretty lenient teacher when it comes to attendance, as long as you hang work in on the deadlines.

”We’re doing a project about animals.” Bianca murmurs without thinking, as Danny glances at her.

”Thanks.” He blinks, seemingly taken aback, “At least I won’t be clueless now.”

With Danny now in the know about the project, Bianca turns her thoughts back to what she’ll do. It has to be Obi, no matter what.

Perhaps a watercolour? She’s always wanted to do more practice with them. Or stick to what she knows and go with the basic pencils and paper?

Hands over her face, Bianca wracks her brains for ideas. She can still remember the scheming little imp of a cat, with his incessant meowing and clinginess—yet she loved him all the same. Affectionate, playful.

She fails to notice Danny narrowing his eyes in concern beside her.

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The lessons go on, and Bianca finds herself spiralling into a plethora of burnout and exhaustion. These lessons are supposed to be a reprieve, but how can they be when nearly all of her work ends up crumpled on the floor? She winces, ashamed as paper crinkles under the table.

“Brilliant progress from everyone!” Ms. Harper announces at the front of the class, clapping her hands together as she continues to weave through the tables. Tables of students all doing work except for hers, all focused diligently on their work at hand.

Except for her. Maybe Ms. Harper thinks she’s responsible enough to be left alone and trusted to do work–probably why Bianca was seated next to Danny Fenton in the first place. He’s not here either, but she’s frankly glad of his absence. At least it means she can stew in isolation without judgemental eyes.

Come on, Bianca. It’s just a stupid pencil sketch. She looks at the paper on the table, the black pencil lying askew. She’d thought by using her favourite pencils and paper it would make the experience of committing to the project more bearable. The two sheets of crumpled paper say otherwise.

Just a stupid sketch. She starts with the ears, the fur on the edge of the face. A triangular nose, the small curve of a mouth, the muzzle.

And then the eyes. The drawing looks like something–a decent formation of a cat.

But its the eyes. She can never get them right.

Start again. Bianca scrunches the paper in her palm, dropping it on the floor and kicking it under the table in one quick motion.

“Sorry!” the blurted apology she’s become used to echoes the room, with the patter of strangely light footsteps as Danny Fenton plonks his bag on the table with a metallic clank.

“Bianca, your poor artwork!” Ms. Harper is suddenly by her side (probably to antagonise Danny), picking up the crumpled illustration of her cat, flattening it on the table, “Why was it on the floor?”

Because I didn't like it? Because I can’t bear to draw my cat? She hesitates. Ms. Harper is one of those art teachers that if a student says their art is bad, will go on a tangent about different skill levels and to have more self belief. And whilst Bianca doesn’t mind these tangents, it’s not something she’s willing to deal with.

“Uh–” She tugs at her sleeves, trying to find an excuse.

“Ms. Harper, I need help catching up!” As if the timing wasn’t any better, Danny slams his hands on the table, sparing a glance at her crumpled artwork before sheepishly grinning at the teacher. “I don’t have a clue what’s going on.”

“And you would do if you attended our lessons.” Bianca feels the tension ease off her chest as Ms. Harper goes to Danny’s side of the table, lecturing him about attendance. But there’s still the risk of her coming back to interrogate her.

A final stare at the incomplete cat, Bianca kicks her small collection of other discarded works out from under the table. Discreetly, she hugs the crumpled papers to her chest, swiftly walking down the side of the classroom as to keep out of everyone’s way, towards the bin. Without a second thought she tosses them in and migrates to the sink where all the paints are stored.

Time to start again.

She "starts again" but never completes.

Each time desperately trying a new method, hoping something will eventually allow her to look upon a picture with satisfaction.

Watercolour. Acrylics, Oils.

Stippling. Scribbling. Cross-hatching.

She even tries printing off photos of Obi and gluing them in some sort of scrapbook style-but that ends up failed.

Thirteen illustrations of eyeless cats. All of them failures to capture any resemblance to the cat she knew.

Bianca tosses another drawing in the bin--it's routine at this point, when something makes her shudder down to her bones.

"This will be your last lesson to work on this." Ms. Harper announces, dousing her in horror. And then Bianca sees what she hasn't noticed in weeks, too focused on her own disaster.

Artwork, everywhere. Big canvases splashed with colour, some multiple small ones, black and white sketches. drawings filling up each table.

And her table is empty of anything. So is Danny's side. She's not sure what he's doing, but he seems to habit the bench next to the sink a lot, mixing trays of paints. So she assumes he must have a project. Perhaps next door-it'd explain why she never sees the trays of paint, or why he never brings them over to their table. If it's not that, he's absent, getting told off, or sitting with a weirdly concerned and reflective look on his face.

"Great." To her surprise, Danny approaches the table, his tray of paint balanced in one hand.

"Aren't you going to work on your project? Next door?" She asks before she can help herself.

"My project?" Danny blurts, confusion glowing in his eyes before he shakes his head. "Oh right, yeah. My...project...next door." He gestures generally, "I'm going to work on it at home tonight. Don't think I can focus on it at this place."

"I don't think Fentonworks would exactly be much easier." She raises a brow.

"Yeah." Danny huffs a laugh, "But it's nearly done. and, well, I hope she likes it."

"Ms. Harper will love anything you hand in at this point, even a plain sheet of paper."

"Ms. Harper...yeah..." He nods, his voice trailing off in silence as he grabs the paint tray. A paint tray which until now, Bianca didn't realise are all the same shades of neon green. it kind of looks like normal acrylic paint mixed with gelatine. Why does he need just one colour?

And when Bianca looks up, she swears she can the same colour glimmering in Danny's eyes.

All of last years rumours come flooding back to her mind. but she pushes them aside, more focused on the very impending deadline of the project. Submission by Monday morning. So she's got two days.

As the rest of the class departs, some reluctant to and wanting to work on their piece, Bianca sidles back to the bin to pick out her most recent thrown away creation. She clings to the edge of the bin, rummaging around the tissues and paper scraps. It's not there. A twinge of confusion enters her, and Bianca turns her head to scan over Ms. Harper's desk at a distance.

There's no crumple of paper. So where is it? She double, triple checks the bin again. But it's not there.

"Have you lost something?" A student she doesn't know of approaches her, some scraps in his hands. He looks concerned.

"Uh, no. Sorry." Bianca recoils back, pulling her sleeves around her hands.

"It's alright. " The student gives her a reassuring smile, depositing the scraps in the bin.

But she's far from reassured. Ms. Harper doesn't have her scrapped pieces. She definitely put them in the bin. They're not on the table.

The only conclusion is that another student has taken them out of the bin.

—

She can feel her nerves simmering away as she sits in her chair, glancing around the room at students with things in their hands. Their projects, presumably.

And her? She’s got nothing but herself and a backpack so flat that it’s clear there’s nothing in it.

Ms. Harper makes her way around the room, talking and inspecting each students work with either affirmation or encouragement. One thing is clear though, is that everyone has handed in something.

Danny Fenton still isn’t here, Bianca briefly observed, but she doesn’t care. She’s too worried.

Her heart plummets and her heart feels clammy as Ms. Harper comes over to her desk, paper and pen in hand.

”Thank you for handing your project in before the lesson started, Bianca. I can understand such a personal project you would want discussed infront of classmates. We can talk about it later, if you would like.”

What? Bianca feels her mouth go dry. She blinks.

What project? She hasn’t submitted anything. And certainly not before the lesson either.

”Are you alright?” Ms. Harper preens, her brow narrowing in worry.

”Oh—yes. Yes I’m fine.” She covers her confusion with an awkward cough. The art teacher gives her a small nod.

”Danny Fenton. I don’t suppose you have a project to hand in?” Ms. Harper questions as Danny trails in the room, a sheepish expression already upon his face.

“I—uh.” Danny stumbles, in what clearly is a lie.

Bianca saw him. Saw him mixing the paints by the sink, the weird green gelantin substance. He’d been doing something.

”I was helping someone else…” Danny trails off, his face flushing in what Bianca swears is a light shade of green, not pink, “I didn’t get the time to do mine.”

”Very honourable of you, Mr Fenton.” Ms. Harper drawls, her usual dissatisfaction at not being handed a project arising. “I’ll give you a week long extension for the sake of it, alright?”

”Yes Ms. Harper.” Danny nods, shuffling up to the table.

The lesson scatters on with Bianca’s nerves fizzling by the second, her confusion growing. It doesn’t make sense. She hasn’t submitted anything.

The bin was empty. She recalls. Someone has to have taken it. Someone…took her project and made one in her name? Why? Who?

From the sideways glances she’s getting from Danny Fenton, her confusion must be visible on her face, so she tries to push it aside until the lesson ends.

Students flood out the room, eager to leave, but Bianca remains put. Fingers clenched to the side of the table. Feet tapping the tiles.

”Well, it’s certainly not the first time someone has submitted their project before the lesson starts.” Ms. Harper begins as she steps from the room next door the room Danny had been working in , a large sheet of cardboard in her arms. Carefully, the art teacher flips it over and places it on the table infront of her.

Obi’s fluorescent eyes stare back. All her drawings, watercolours, pastels, sketches of her cat smoothed out onto the cardboard, no longer absent of life. The likeness of his expression is astounding—the same mischievous glimmer that she’d failed to capture.

So who had? And how?

Bianca’s breath catches in her throat.

“Are you alright?” Ms. Harper begins, “You look like you’ve never seen it before.”

”I, this it…” Bianca stutters, but she can’t form the words.

”I understand.” Ms. Harper gives her a reassuring smile, “You’re so caught up in completing the project that you never get to stop and really look and reflect on what you’ve created.”

”Yes.” Is all she can say, “I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

Which is true, in a way. She didn’t have the guts to complete the project.

”I can clearly tell this project is very personal to you, possibly a struggle.” Ms. Harper preens over the art. “You love your cat very dearly.”

Yes. Obi had been loved, and she missed him more than anything.

”Loved him. He—Obi. That’s what he was called.” Bianca says, and stares into the neon green eyes.

The neon green eyes.

The same shade of green Danny Fenton had used to complete her project.

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A/N: And this is the one-shot that kicks off ectober! A bit more of a self-indulgent fic here, it was based off the emotions I felt when I gave away my cat Obi for adoption. He was a void cat (and very cheeky) so I thought, why not immortalise him in my writing for the Halloween season?

Here’s cat tax:

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt23 #ectober 2023 #black cat #day 3 #eh science #original characters

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vraska-theunseen · 6 months

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oh you do glassblowing do you do sell your things at craft fairs? hey that's a cool clay thing if you made enough of those people would buy them. oh you came to show me a cool chainmail thing you made you're proud of did you know i think you could sell that, that thing you made you're proud of it could no longer be your own fun experiment because it's goods and services now. here's this reel of someone making sculptures out of pennies you've made art with pennies in the past you can make a career out of it. don't you want to do that. don't you want to turn every hobby you find joy in into an outlet of capital. you've expressed disillusionment at the prospect of being employed and doubt in your ability to do work at an output with so little downtime required for any career. so don't you want to take the things you enjoy futzing with that take you hours and hours and hours because you're not capable of being very fast your hands get cramped you like to do them in small stretches before you get tired into something that has to take up all your time that has to have a high enough output to be profitable? that's not the same problem anymore because you'll be doing what you love. i can't imagine the prospect of doing something with a deadline would take all the stressless joy out of it for you. don't you want that?

#im being dramatic selling the things i make isn't so bad i just. waugh #i would maybe sell chainmail at an art fair that could be fun ive sold earrings before and it was cool to have the income i could spend on #more hobby stuff i know that's just how things work but it just grated on me. like i said in the post im slow at it my hands hurt fast #it takes me hours and hours but i do it in like two hour stretches and get much less done in that time than you'd expect. im just so tired #alex talks

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marveltrumpshate · 8 months

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Want to participate in Marvel Trumps Hate, but don't know what to offer? Think outside the box!

Stumped on what to offer because you don't write fic or draw? Marvel Trumps Hate welcomes a huge variety of fanworks and fan labor (see our sign-up post) so there are different ways you can contribute. You'll be amazed by the breadth of skills, talents, knowledge, and types of creative expression found in fandom!

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Whether you can do something on this list or something else altogether (we're sure there are a lot of other things that you can do that we haven't thought about or seen before), we hope you'll consider signing up before the deadline: September 30, 11:59 PM ET.

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 26 days

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HI ARI!!! IT’S 🐟 ANON HERE! the last fanart you rb of satoru reminds me so much of elegant stone and used chisel… i was also listening to hozier’s ‘empire now’ and now im stuck TT

the first thing i thought was a modern retell of the galatea and pygmalion myth where reader is feeling very stressed because lately they’ve had weird dreams and they know there’s a missing piece somewhere. and maybe they’re an artist? so they get commissioned to create a beautiful statue for some rich dude but their mind is a blank canvas. no idea, no thoughts, the chisel feels heavy on their hands as never before, the cuts on the wooden side too annoying to make it properly comfortable to use again.

so one night they lock themselves in the studio and they play with the marble a bit until the inspiration kicks in. and before they notice it, they have a statue. one that feels familiar, with traits that they swear they’ve seen before somewhere… but oh, it’s just so beautiful. probably their proudest work, and they fall in love with it. they pray the gods to make the statue an human but it doesn’t work. no gods hear their lovesick prayers or if they are, they are turning their heads away. and maybe when the deadline arrives reader either destroy the statue (that is satoru) to not leave it in the hands of someone else OR makes a double one (less curated, more disheveled with the marble scraped at the edges) to sell, while hiding satoru in their studio… because when you pour so much love in your creation— whose face resembles that of a past lover or someone you dearly loved in one of your past lives on top of it all, i guess it’s difficult to go back to the life you had before 😔😔

i dunno… the fanart was just so beautiful… :(((( btw, hope you have a good day! stay hydrated! and i hope you had a nice easter 🫶🏼🫶🏼

🐟 ANON MY LOVEEEEE !!!!!!

THIS CONCEPT . HOLY FUCK. YOU’RE INSANEEEEE AND I MEAN THAT IN THE MOST WONDERFUL WAY EVER….. i’m genuinely so enamored w it??????? there’s smth abt this trope that i can’t help but adore just . the idea of falling in Love w a piece of art!!!!! wowowow!!!!!! it appeals to me so much already and then you go and pair it up w SATORU GOJO…… yeahhhh you’re out for my life i fear 😔

BUT WAHHHH I’M JUST :((((( he really is perfect for it isn’t he. he’s too gorgeous. like a finely crafted sculpture. who wouldn’t fall in love w him a little???? and the possibility of him being physically similar to a lover in your past life………. that’s SO tasty. the idea of being tasked with the mission to create something beautiful, only for your hands to subconsciously mimic the appearance of a forgotten lover…… SOBS. you’re a poet 🐟 anon!!! the way you worded this whole thing makes me so emotional!!!!! :’3 i also lovelovelove the ending…. or the possible endings. reader hiding satoru away or destroying him so that no one else can have him….. there’s something both tender and kind of twisted in that i think. it’s so gooddddd i’m gonna CRY i need a fic of this so bad……………

I JUST . love this very much 🥺 thank you SO much for sharing my dearest….. this concept has me so mesmerized. i hope you’re having a lovely day/night too!!!! and drinking lots of water!!!!!!!! sending you all my love n kisses <333333

#i’m actually not super familiar w the greek myth :’3 i should read up on it more!!!#tysm for stopping by <333 IM SORRY MY ANSWER IS SO LATE SOBSS my brain isn’t really. to be trusted :’’3 #BUT I ALWAYS LOVE HEARING FROM YOU <33333 i hope you’re doing well!!!! n resting!!!!! and soaking in the sun!!!!!!!#ily very much <3 thank you for the food as always!!!#ask tag ✩#🐟 anon !! ✩

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rinwellisathing · 4 months

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Here it is, my Durgetash fic. Please be gentle, I haven't written fanfiction in a very long time.

Gortash/Trans Male Tiefling Dark Urge

Blood ran down the vial's sides in delicate rivulets like fine wine in a tasting glass. Mismatched eyes narrowed at the sight and a discerning frown became a look of pure joy. Yes, this would do. This was the perfect shade to complete the piece.

“Yes, yes, this is the color I wanted. You see, Sceleritas? You never have to settle or make do where art is concerned. Really, you shouldn't. It makes a sub par piece.” The young man smirked, capping the vial and slipping it carefully into a leather holder at his waist.

“As you say, young master. Your work is always most brilliant!” The diminutive fiend cooed, clasping his hands together and grinning wickedly. “But what of the rest of him? Your sculpture garden is due for a new piece soon, is it not?”

The cloaked man thought for a minute, a clawed finger tapping at his smooth chin thoughtfully. For a moment, he screwed up his face and furrowed his brows thoughtfully as though mulling it over and then clapped his hands together. “ Inspiration has struck, I'll need the spine, the rib cage, and some of that fancy iron he's got there. It's evocative, yeah?”

“Your expert eye never ceases to amaze, oh wicked one.” The butler clapped and set about opening up a surgical kit.

The two were interrupted by approaching footsteps and then a quick, rapid knock at the door. “Josef, I trust you didn't forget our arrangement...or, indeed, the deadline.”

“Fuck. Who the hells could that be? He's fully disrupted my process.” The cloaked man pouted. With a burdened sigh, he stood and pulled his hood up. “Well, with any luck this dumb bastard will have more useful parts. After all, waste not, want not.”

“Oh, you are the ever the optimist, young master.” Sceleritas replied, slipping into the darkness as his master did the same.

The door creaked open and a pair of fine boots crossed the threshhold of the dusty workship, the flow of an elegant coat, masterfully sewn and painstakingly ornamented. The figure wearing them hardly fit the costume. Disheveled but in an almost intentional way. He was flanked by two large figures in nondescript mercenary gear bearing heavy weapons. That didn't bother the young man, he liked a challenge. He was assessing the best way to make his entrance, when he noticed the man's eyes fell on the corpse of the unfortunate blacksmith. He made a motion to his men and knelt down to examine the corpse.

This act spurred the killer to rash action. “Hey! Hey that's mine! Don't mess with it, you'll ruin my entire vision!” He glided from the shadows, hurrying over to the scene before him. “Just who do you think you are, impeding art?”

The well dressed man looked up at the cloaked figure and then chuckled, rising to face him. “Well, it seems you aren't just a frightening bed time story then....The Executioner, I presume?”

“Hmmph. So you've heard of my work.” The cloaked figure lowered his hood. “And you're that arms dealer then...word among my brethren is you're also a Bane worshipper.” He folded his arms across his chest and cocked his hips, sizing up the would be tyrant.

The well dressed figure looked taken aback for only a moment and then recovered with a smooth, winning smile. “Enver Gortash, at your service young man.” Gortash observed the face of Bhaal's Chosen for perhaps a moment longer than he meant to. He was young, boyish almost. Handsome with smooth pale skin but for an angry red burn across his face at an angle. Black angular tattoos marked his skin and his eyes were mismatched, one bright blue and the other a vivid violet. A tumble of silver hair was brushed carelessly to one side, disheveled and asymetric, and a pair of golden horns curved up from his forehead. A tiefling. A lovely one.

“Well, Enver Gortash, I'd say I'm sorry about your business partner but I'm really not. Mind if I take my materials and go?” The Executioner smirked, pointing down at the corpse.

Enver couldn't help but apreciate the audacity of the younger man but he nodded and gestured for the boy to take what he wished, stepping back. “Oh, but...the iron is mine. I'm afraid I won't part with such valuable material, even for an artist of such renown.”

The Executioner rolled his eyes and blew out his lips in exasperation. “Ugh...so precious over some stupid metal....Fine. I'd have to waste more time here melting it down anyway probably....I assume...not really my usual medium anyway...” He snapped his fingers and Sceleritas scuttled from the shadows, returning to collecting the pieces of the discarded blacksmith.

Gortash watched as the tiefling and his servant exited the shop, The Executioner's long tail swishing elegantly behind him as he moved. The Tyrant had to admit, he was interested. The young man had captured his interest like no one he'd seen before. There was a magnetism about him and the flippant way he'd behaved towards a potential threat, that awakened a hunger.

'My dear Executioner,

Your art is sublime, museum quality to be sure. Do you know what should not rot away in a dusty museum, however? Artifacts of your proud Bhaalist heritage, dear boy. I have it on good authority that some ancestral torture devices and, indeed, many other evocative horrors are being housed at the city's Hall of Wonders, where any imbecile with enough coin can view them. It seems unfair, my friend, that such things should be accessible to the unwashed masses, does it not? I'd be happy to offer my assistance in the matter of their recovery, rest assured, an evening in your company would be worth the effort.

Yours,

Enver Gortash.'

“Huh....Didn't know about that, Sceleritas. Seems our intel is getting sloppy.” The Executioner cocked an arched eyebrow and frowned slightly. “And anyway, he is right at least, how dare they display our history to those who would see it destroyed, defanged....de....de...” He bit his lip and wrinkled his nose, thinking for a moment.

“Despoiled?” Offered a sultry, pleasant female voice as a hauntingly beautiful elven woman with long straight black hair and deep lapis, almost obsidian eyes carefully combed her hair in front of a cracked and bloodied mirror nearby.

“Decommissioned?” The sound of a knife burying itself in the wall as a grey haired drow lazily palmed another and took aim, violet eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“Defiled?” A tall indigo skinned female tiefling sighed, adjusting a stack of discarded limbs atop a work bench.

“Yeah, all of those. Yes.” He clapped his hands together. “So, I should go, right? I mean, we need to get these things back. Besides, this guy could be useful. He's some important noble or something anyway.”

“The writing is flirtatious, little princeling.” The elf cooed, standing up and delicately claiming the paper, a well manicured fingernail sharp as a claw following the words. “I bet his affections could be quite advantageous! Besides, there must have been a reason you didn't simply kill him upon your first encounter, saving the best for last? Preserving a prime specimen for a later date?”

The Executioner shifted awkwardly, trying to force down the blood rushing to his face. “No, I was just really tired and I had a really good idea for an art piece I needed to get home and finish. Besides, killing someone that important in the middle of a blacksmith shop would be bad for business, bring those Flaming Fist ass holes down on us and no one wants that. No matter what Orin and her idiot recruits think. Quality over quantity. Our murders have meaning...” He grinned, eyes widening. “Fuck, that's a good one! 'Our Murders Have Meaning'” He spread his hands. “Should we have pamphlets like that? You know, to weed out the slack jawed dregs who've been trying to join up lately?”

“Death is death, you little dope.” The drow growled, rolling onto his side. “How in the hells are you father's chosen?”

“Cause he made me special. Everyone knows that. Get on board, Jackal, or have fun going back to that asylum room.” The young tiefling rolled his eyes. “You need to learn some respect.” And with that, he turned and made his way to the back of the temple. “Anyway, I need to compose a response. I'll be in my chambers.” The door to the bedroom shut behind him, leaving his subordinates alone.

“I hate that prissy little brat.” Another knife sank into the wall, this time beside the door as the drow sat up, glaring after the tiefling.

“He is father's chosen. He will lead us in glorious slaughter and it will be beautiful. You're only jealous it isn't you.” The impossibly beautiful elf giggled, returning to her preening at the mirror.

“Brat or not, as his protector if you cause him any problem, you'll find yourself at the wrong end of my scythe, Jackal. And I promise you, your death will be pitiful.” The female tiefling stood to her full height, haunting eyes staring down the smaller man.

“The young master is not only of Bhaal's own flesh, but also a prodigy. To disrespect him is to disrespect your dear father and you know he would not abide that, sir Silk.” Sceleritas smirked nastily as he set about tidying the room. “It is best to follow his instructions. Or end up training would be assassins, like Orin. I hear they're quite unbearable.”

#baldurs gate 3 #oc #tiefling #baldur's gate 3 #durge #dark urge #gortash x durge #durgetash #lord enver gortash #enver gortash #fanfic #writing

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katytheinspiredworkaholic · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

The Muses (temp title)

Summary: none this time, this is the first page (or two) of the first chapter. Enjoy it in all it’s raw un-edited glory.

Tags: original work, LGBTQA+ Fiction, Adventure, Literary

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There is someone standing in front of his painting.

Smack dab, front and center, doused in the specialized ambient lighting of the Museum gallery, and completely blocking the elegant depiction of Venus grappling at the form of her retreating Adonis. There are over 36,000 paintings and sculptures in the Chicago Institute of Fine Arts on-campus Museum, aka: The Williams Museum, and only one that Min needs in that very moment. His painting. The interruption stalls him completely in his tracks, fumbling for what to do next beyond stand there and wait. Patiently. Impatiently. But quietly, all the same. Pretending he isn’t about to vibrate out of his skin in anxious earnest to get to work on his—

Okay, so it isn’t his painting. Technically, it is Peter Paul Rubens’, and has been since 1635. But with how much time Min had spent looking at every single brush stroke and color blend on the intricate oil painting, then it might as well have his name on the placard.

Reserved for: Kim, Min-Su, Graduate Student of Museum Art Restoration and Conservation.

He bet he could get Amora to make him a sign that looks official. Or at least official enough to grant him access when such a situation comes up like this.

It seems a legitimate feat that this guy is blocking so much of his view. The painting is over seven feet wide and six feet tall, not counting the frame, and yet this spectator hasn’t budged. Long limbs rooted and starched white blonde hair striking such an abysmal contrast to the painting itself the juxtaposition is jarring. Rubens’ painting, delicate figures with such smooth flowing detail it defies reality, tries desperately to be seen around the man’s silhouette. Calling to Min, begging him to find another angle to experience it from. To see the whole story the 17th century painter portrayed within the picture, and Min swallows back a whine of frustration. I’m trying, he thinks to it’s judgmental stare, but this guy clearly isn’t done observing the peice yet.

His own paint set and portable easel grow heavy in Min’s hands the longer he stands there, shifting on his feet by the open archway to the galley. The Baroque masterpiece (suitably) titled Venus and Adonis gets it’s own room in the gallery, with a few mildly interesting pieces lining the rooms surrounding it from the same period. It’s on loan to the collegiate museum from the MET, thanks to one very ambitious proposal from Ms. Amora Maria Ramos (and the best best friend Min-Su could ever ask for), and such an exquisite honor must have it’s own four walls and special lighting. Sadly, this means people tend to linger longer — wanting to give the art it’s due time and appreciation.

But after the first ten or twelve minutes, Min can feel his very molecules beginning to get antsy.

It’s almost rude, honestly. Min is on a deadline, and he’s so close to finishing his study and final oil pieces for his Midterms and mock thesis proposal that he can practically taste the top marks he’ll receive for his efforts. It tastes like oil and and turpentine between his teeth. Probably from biting his nails, he realizes, as his impatience starts to peak and his restlessness becomes impossible to overcome. Yes, it’s a gorgeous painting, but for the love of God this man needs to move on.

If he were less polite, Min would just step up next to the man and start to set up his easel and paints. The presence of peer pressure and propriety convincing the man to scoot over and allow someone with an agenda to actually continue their progression. But there’s something about this man that keeps Min at bay ten yards back. He should have nothing to fear, the other man is young(ish) like himself — but without the air of a college student. His stance and demeanor makes him come across as if he should not be disturbed, and Min chews on his lip as he looks around to see if anyone else in the vicinity might be a braver soul than he. Where was Amora when he needed her? She would have no problem approaching a stranger in the gallery, she does it all the time. Part of her curatorial work hours she serves the museum curation department there, working nearly seven days a week for free just to garner as much experience as possible.

His impatience and nervousness from the whole situation finally breaks when Min looks at his watch to see it has been nearly twenty minutes that he’s been waiting. Twenty. Sharp flares of annoyance bristle at his nerves, giving way to a silent fuming that can’t be contained, and with a stubborn jut of his chin Min finally steps further into the room. But still a good fifteen feet back from the painting. Lays down his tarp, his easel, and begins to mix up his paints. If this man wasn’t going to move — then congratulations to him: he’s going to now be featured as a study in depth and line in Min’s painting that day.

...tbc

#wip Wednesday #original work #the muses #here goes nothing #it was hard not to post the whole damn chapter because this feels like nothing happens but #meet my pet projects #we're still working on their feelings rn #this is my Artistic Gays Do Artistic Crimes story #as usual tumblr messed up the formatting. apologies all around

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ars-ceratinus · 10 months

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has anything changed about your approach to visual art since going to art school? what new techniques have you picked up, if any?

Oh lord this is a loaded one. I appreciate it, I really do, because this is going to take a while to answer.

I have not, and did not, learn any new techniques concerning drawing or painting from any of my professors. Printmaking will be left at the door as the learning curve there was immense and also, I don't make prints outside of school. There were many students who did, I feel, learn a lot of new things during first term. Colour theory, shape design, wet on wet versus dry on dry etcetera... I learnt new techniques on my own time because I was suddenly in an environment almost entirely devoted to the arts, and I had 1000 projects due, a million ideas floating in my mind, a deadline to execute them by, and a grade to chase. With regard to pure technical skill, I never had a prof tell me something I didn't already know about. It was more like I suddenly realized just how poorly I could execute said techniques, and became obsessed with getting better at them.

I have picked up plenty of new tricks in this year however! Just not directly due to art school. Mostly bargue plate drawings and agonising over paintings I see on artstation. I'm very much the kind of person who learns by doing, so I have a lot of copies of master works floating in my sketchbook.

What has changed, however, is my creative approach. I don't care as much anymore about pleasing people with my art. Do I want to be lauded as a half-good creative mind when I finally keel over and die? Yes. Do I care about momentary praise and attention as much? Not really. I go into pieces now with the intent to make what I hope is engaging, evocative art. I don't care if it's not funny. Or, if it's not appealing. I would also say I have a deeper appreciation for certain art movements. GOD, I love the German expressionists of the early 20th century. My taste, if you can call it that, was definitely expanded to include works from all times and all cultures; although I still draw direct inspiration from a select pool of "stuff".

The skinny is that I realised I knew a lot, but was actually good at very little. I learnt a whole lot more trying to get better, and also I love inuit ivory sculptures.

#asks #I AM so. Sorry if this is fucking garbage made by someone poisoned from their wallpaper #I tried to be coherent and then failed

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kolajmag · 2 years

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CALL TO ARTISTS

Personal Search

Small works show at Upstream Gallery in Hastings on Hudson, New York, USA. Deadline: Thursday, 1 December 2022. Upstream Gallery invites artists to submit small works interpreting the concept of Personal Search for a national juried exhibit that will hang from 5 to 29 January 2023 with an opening reception Sunday, 8 January 2023. Entries in all media are welcome, including drawing, painting, printmaking, collage, non-photographic digital imagery and sculpture (photography is not accepted; there is a separate photography show in February). The size limit is 20" in any direction including the frame or base. MORE

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kiscon · 2 years

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KiScon Art Show

KiScon Art Show/Auction

Art show/auction:

A virtual con means a virtual art show, but we want it to be as glorious as in person. This fandom is rich in talent and creativity, and we hope to showcase a great variety at KiScon 2022. This year's art show will be presented via a slideshow vid that will be accessible all throughout the convention weekend, much like an exhibition in the Rec Room. You can submit both digital art and traditional art (paintings, drawings/prints, but also three-dimensional artworks like sculptures, amigurumi, fibre craft, jewellery etc.); traditional artworks and physical items need to be either scanned or photographed. The show itself is purely digital and welcomes pieces from all K/S fans, not only registered con attendees. Please submit your artworks or the scans/photos of your artworks via this form. Deadline: 1 October 2022.

Good-quality files in jpg or png format (300 dpi) are recommended. Please include your exact artist name and the title of your works, plus any kind of information (e.g. medium, year of creation) that you would like us to mention. The artworks do not need to have been created for the convention, but can be as old or new as they come. If you would like to not only show your art but also offer it for sale in the auction, please make sure to tell us for each artwork you submit and include the starting bid. In the case of digital art, the winning bid will then get a very high-res file of the work (to set it apart from the version featured in the vid and auction catalogue). In the case of traditional art you will send it to the buyer in its physical form. The online format of KiScon 2022 does not make it possible for us to organise the actual exchange of money for art; it would not be feasible for us to store the physical artworks and send them across the globe to the winning bidders. This is also why we will not take any commission this year! We'll gladly help buyers and artists to keep track of all purchases and match you up with contact details, and we will keep a watchful eye on the process to ensure fairness and accountability, but each buyer is ultimately responsible for transferring the money to the artist, and each artist for making sure the artwork gets safely delivered to the buyer. If you would like to dedicate one of your auctioned artworks or a percentage of it to this year's charity (to be voted on during the con), to the support of KiScon itself, or to Ukraine, please let us know at the time of submitting the artwork. Artworks submitted by their artists for auction will not only be in the art show vid, but also featured in an auction catalogue / gallery that will be part of the digital goodie bag each con attendee receives via Conline. Should you want to offer an artwork or item in the auction that you have not created yourself, for example something that you once bought for your collection but now would like to send to a good new home, then it will only be featured in the auction catalogue / gallery, not in the slideshow vid, as we cannot ascertain the permission of the artist. For any and all questions regarding the art show and auction, please get in touch with us at artshow @ kiscon . org.

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