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serahlink · 1 year

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❗❗HELP A HOMELESS ARTIST FEED AND HOUSE HIS FAMILY ❗❗

emergency commissions open!!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Remaking this post since times have gotten tougher than normal and we need the extra help. Hi, my name is Link and my family and I (younger sibling and father) have been homeless since November 2021. It's a long story but a very shortened version is that my father used to do freight hauling work across the country and would sometimes take me and my sibling along (I lived at a friend's home and my sibling lived with a family member). In the middle of a job, my father fell into a diabetic coma and ended up losing his job in the process. Due to no family support and my sibling having to leave the place they were staying, they were both homeless. At the same time, I was having to leave soon myself since my friend's grandmother fell very ill and things looked bad; they had a lot of things to take care of and I was told I had to find somewhere else.

So, my friend I was living with drove us to the lowest cost motel they could find after I opened my commissions for the first time and we were on our own(none of us could work since my dad lost his liscenese during all the chaos, we also dont have our documents or ids and trying to get something now is impossible without a car and we never have room to just save money since we need to both have somewhere to stay and something to eat). We've been doing so ever since.

We already struggle alot with paying for the room daily (most of the time we're having to stay up all night/morning just to have the room paid that day) and nowadays we can barely afford food to last us a week, let alone a couple days. My father also recently dealt with bad tremor episodes due to his blood sugar going high, causing the left side of his body to turn numb and he couldn't control it. We were able to get most of his medications except for insulin (which turned out to be over 400$) and he's recently run out, so if something happens then there's not alot we can do. We've been trying to save up for it but it's been difficult to have a place to live or eat this week, let alone make even a bit of the cost for the insulin. It's alot of things to try and take care of for someone who has little to no resources/family or friend support 🥲

So, I'm opening my commissions to hopefully get us something to pay for at least today with since we dont even have enough to be good for right now and we also need some food for tonight since that's our immediate need. If you're interested in getting a commission, you can look at my prices below and email me ([email protected]) or pm me here. Or if you have questions about my services, you can also ask me those! I'll be happy to answer them for you :)

If you can't support financially (please don't feel bad if you can't btw, I understand completely) reblogging would help us out immensely since itd open up new opportunities for us to feed ourselves or house ourselves another day. Thank you for your help if you do, it really means the most to us and makes a big happy difference in our lives, thank you for brightening it :)) 💚

~Prices~

Sketch (price depending on type of sketch) - base price of 10$

Sketch page - 10$ per sketch

Headshot - 20$ (+10$ if shaded)

Bust - 30$ (+10$ if shaded)

Half body - 45$ (+10$ if shaded)

Full body - 60$ (+10$ if shaded)

Couples Commission (a commission that includes two people) - 80$ (+15$ if shaded)

Group commissions (commission that includes more than two people, price dependant on the details) - 100$+ (30$+ if shaded)

Paintings (price depending on the details) - 100$+

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themagiciansreccenter · 5 years

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Author Spotlight: @hoteldestiel

Every week we are going to be interviewing a writer from The Magicians fandom. If you would like to be interviewed or you want to nominate a writer, get in touch via our ask box.

First things first, tell us a little about yourself.

Yo! I’m Tor, 20s, pansexual, emotional about too many things, obsessive about characterization, and a sucker for chaotic goods and theater gays. Words are, for lack of a better way of describing it, my everything. They get me through the darkest times and help me celebrate the lightest ones. Creating worlds, and making people feel with what I create… there is no way (that I’ve found yet) to properly explain how much it all means to me.

How long have you been writing for?

My grandpa tells me I’ve been writing stories since I could form sentences. I believe him. I have a little “book” I wrote in kindergarten about a princess who refused to be “saved” when the prince showed up so clearly strong female characters have been my jam for like, ever. Honestly, it’s been my Defining Thing for as long as I can remember.

What inspired you to start writing for The Magicians?

The depth in the characters, the depth of the relationships, the real way it tackles mental illness and trauma. The emotional rawness of the show. It’s all a fanfic writer’s dream tbh.

Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write? What it is about them that makes them your favourite?

Eliot is my bb. He’s so much more complex and deep and dark and twisty than he gets credit for, but I think what I love most is the way he’s willing to fall on the sword for those he loves a thousand times over. He doesn’t want to be the hero, necessarily, but he refuses to let those he cares about down, and I dunno, that just breaks my heart into a trillion pieces. I also really like writing Fen, again, I think she’s a lot more layered than she gets credit for a lot of the time, and I like exploring that.

Do you have a preference for a particular season/point in time to write about?

Not yet. I’m obsessed with the mosaic, but I love exploring where they are at different points in the series as well. Check back with me in like a month when I’m officially dying about season 4 and just need to write my way out of that hell hole of emotion ;)

Are you working on anything right now? Care to give us an idea about it?

I am! I’m continuing to work on my multi-chap mosaic/canon divergent fic, Peaches and Plums, and I’ve got several oneshots in the work, some POV studies of an emotional scene, a who-knows-what-it’ll-turn-into where the monster can key into Eliot’s attraction to Quentin, and of course my 39 Graves timeline.

How long is your “to do list”?

Embarrassingly long lol. There’s so much I want to do!!

What is your favourite fic that you’ve written for The Magicians? Why?

Peaches and Plums is my baby right now. It’s the first Magicians fic I wrote, and it’s the one that gave me the confidence that I could portray these characters in a true-to-them way. Plus, mosaic flashbacks and an Eliot Depression Monster I mean come on.

Many writers have a fic that they are passionate about that doesn’t get the reception from the fandom that they hoped for. Do you have a fic you would like more people to read and appreciate?

Not yet! I’m still kind of new to the fandom, but I’m sure I’ll have a list before the month’s out haha.

What is your writing process like? Do you have any traditions or superstitions that you like to stick to when you’re writing?

I write best when I have headphones in and a cup of hot tea or coffee beside me. Whenever possible, I like to write by hand for my first draft. Something about it just gets me in a better flow, and then I get a built-in editing pass when I transfer it to the computer! I don’t know if it’s a superstition or not, but I have a certain kind of pen I like to use most (anything that’s like the sharpie pen), I’m convinced it makes me just a tiny bit more creative.

Do you write while the seasons are airing or do you prefer to wait for hiatus? How does the ongoing development of the canon influence and inspire your writing process?

So I only started writing between season 3 and 4, but based on my other writing life decisions, I tend to be a slave to the muse. When an idea strikes, I have to at least start drafting. I actually kind of love getting inspired by a cliff hanger or a character development and using that to write my own version of what happens next. Seeing what happens in canon after is a) hilarious and sometimes b) prophetic in which case I feel like a total badass.

What has been the most challenging fic for you to write?

My 39 Graves fic, there’s just so much to balance!

Are there any themes or tropes that you particularly like to explore in your writing?

The found family thing is so my jam, characters dealing with trauma in unexpected and nontraditional ways is another, and the many forms that love can take is another theme I like to explore. It works SO well with these characters and the ways in which they love one another, too.

Are there any writers that inspire your work? Fanfiction or otherwise?

I mean it’s hard not to be inspired by ohmarqueliot (sorry, had to!), and OneEyedDestroyer (again, had to!) The work they do is so fantastic. I love czarrish (vharmons on Ao3) to death. In the non-fanfiction world, Maggie Stiefvater has floored me time and time again with the way she builds worlds and tension and characters. The woman writes pure poetry.

What are you currently reading? Fanfiction or otherwise?

Fanfiction: Sharing Skin and Modified Aspect Ratio.

Non-fanfiction: The Magicians (look I need as much inspo for this 39 graves fic as I can get!)

What is the most valuable piece of writing advice you’ve ever been given?

Make people feel something. Also, using “said” 99% of the time as opposed to other speaking descriptors. When you just use “said,” you’re forced to paint their emotions in other ways, and it makes the scene so much more alive.

Cringe time:

Are there any words or phrases you worry about over using in your work?

Chuckling, eyebrow-arching, scoffing, and waving of hands dismissively. I’m CONSTANTLY afraid of overusing those, especially because I write so much from Eliot’s point of view. Honestly, laughter, in general, is a dangerous line I walk. It can become such a space-filler, but I’m working on it!

What was the first fanfic that you wrote? Do you still have access to it?

Oh god, I think it was HP fanfic, and it was in like...junior high. So alas, I do not.

Rapid Fire Round:

Self-edit or Beta? Combo, but I LIVE for a beta.

Comments or Kudos/Reblogs or Likes? Comments! I love seeing what others think of what I’m creating.

Smut, Fluff or Angst? Is all of the above an option? No? Angst probably pulls at me the most.

Quick & Dirty or Slow Burn? Slow. Mother. Effin. Burn.

Favourite season? Favourite episode? 3. A Life in the Day

Favourite book(The Magicians books)? I just started the series!

Three favourite words? (this is really freaking hard!) electric, fuck, home

Want to be interviewed for our author spotlight? Get in touch here.

#the magicians #the magicians rec center #author spotlight #author spotlight: hoteldestiel

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vanilla107 · 6 years

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Masterpiece (Part 13)

Hey everyone!

(Yes I am alive!) I know it's been ages since I've written but I'm so happy to finally post this chapter! University has been a huge change and in all honestly, I felt awful. I didn't feel like writing because I was drowning in work and the last thing I wanted to do was post a chapter I wasn't happy with. So here it is! FINALLY!

I hope you all like this one! Reblogs and comments make me happy! Now, I haven't been active on Tumblr since I'm so busy but to the people who've supported my writing so far, you guys are the best and the reason I still write this with passion.

Thank you always <3 vanilla107 xoxo

p.s. Please read this on AO3. There’s something wrong with my links on my Fanfic Masterlist (this also isn’t the first time to happen so tumblr wtf) so if you’re new to the story PLEASE RATHER READ IT ON A03.

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Chloe stood outside Nathanaël’s apartment and for the first time, was hesitant to go in. His flirty responses made her wonder if things were going to be awkward between them or if he was just going to act normal. Her phone rang and it was another message from Nathanaël.

Nathanaël @ 6:00

The door is unlocked.

When she was still invited to prestigious events because she was the mayor’s daughter, there were always guys flirting with her and she managed to handle that, but Nathanaël...she didn’t know if she could manage him. He was so unpredictable.

He could be the most gentle sweetheart, teaching her how to cook and making her laugh to his sudden anger showing with gritted teeth when he found out about Mr Shelley to his flirty winks, soft forehead kisses and taking her out to nice places to eat.

Chloe had butterflies and they were making her jittery with nerves. Ugh, just open the door! What’s the worst that could happen? she thought.

Chloe gripped the door knob and walked into the clean apartment. A heavenly smell hit her senses and she looked to the kitchen where a pot was simmering on the stove. Suddenly, there was a loud bang and she jumped in surprise when she was enveloped by darkness.

Ugh! Power outage? Now? Chloe groaned inwardly and groped in the darkness trying to find a stable surface to support herself on. She managed to find her way to the couch but crashed into a figure and the figure let out a cry of pain as they landed on the floor. Chloe recognised the tone and gasped.

“Nathanael! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!” Chloe whispered trying to grab his hand to help him up.

“It’s okay. You’ve done worse like kick me out of my own bed,” she heard him and she could feel it in her bones that he was smirking.

“Don’t make me hurt you even more,” she threatened but was grateful that he couldn’t see her blush from how she had been cuddled him just a few days ago.

“Don’t you have a backup generator?” Chloe asked as she whipped out her phone and was temporarily blinded by the light emitting from it.

“Ow, shit! That’s bright!” she swore and Nathanael took her phone.

She noticed he was still wearing his painting outfit and he hadn’t removed the streak of blue paint across his cheek. He smelt of turpentine and acrylic paint and for some reason, made Chloe feel comforted.

“No, I don’t have one and don’t look at your phone in darkness like this, you’ll damage your eyes. Looks like I’ll have to get the candles. You okay with that?” he asked, the blue light from her phone making his features sharper.

Chloe’s mind was a buzz.

Candles.

Candles meant romantic atmosphere. Romantic atmosphere meant lingering gazes and subtle touches. That meant heartbeats speeding up and that meant feeling the person’s body heat as you leaned in closer to-

“Earth to Chloe?”

She snapped out of her daydream and nodded quickly as he went to the cupboard. The door creaked open as he got a few candles and a lighter. More lightning struck across the sky, making Chloe jump in surprise.

“Yeah, candles. Candles are great. I like them. I mean candles provide light and warmth and we can make roasted marshmallows. There’s also scented candles which are really nice too-”

Chloe realised she was rambling and shut her mouth immediately so that she could stop embarrassing herself. Nathanael moved around her and put the candles on the coffee table and lit each one, slowly filling the room with a dim golden glow.

“So, you hungry? I made spaghetti.”

Chloe was panicking again. First the candles now the damn spaghetti? Was this some sort of human version of Lady and the Tramp? Candles and spaghetti. All they needed was some stupid romantic music and-

“Chloe, you want some music in the background? I know that Nino still has some of Adrien’s piano pieces on his Youtube channel-”

Chloe was ready to explode because she knew that Adrien was a hopeless romantic which meant the all of his piano pieces were….romantic.

Play it cool Chloe!

“That’s fine, I didn’t know that you listened to Adrien’s pieces,” Chloe murmured as she watched him set up his phone and soft, delicate piano piece began to hum through the apartment.

“I was jealous that he could play to be honest. He always seemed so perfect but after I found out about his father...that definitely changed my mind,” Nathanaël sighed as he walked to the stove and opened the pot.

Chloe could hear the squelch of the spaghetti being spooned into the bowls.

Adrien had told Nathanaël about his dad?

“What did he tell you?” she asked curiously. Chloe knew everything about Adrien’s personal life because they had spent so much time together as babies. She had been there for his tears, his smiles and when it felt like the world was against her, he was there for her.

She would be lying if she said she didn’t miss him. He was the first person who had tried to help her once she was kicked out of the hotel but she had been too prideful and refused his help. He had come to visit her for days afterwards, trying to help her but she was too upset to see him. After a while, he stopped visiting and even though she wasn’t surprised that he stopped, she was still lonely and after a week,she was craving his friendship but she had no idea how to approach him.

“He told me how his dad had him on lock down most of his life. How he limited his time with his friends. How he had abandoned him when his mother left...everything.”

Chloe was silent and nodded as Nathanaël passed her the bowl and they sat down on the couch. She took a forkful of the spaghetti and began to eat. Between forkfuls of the pasta she pondered on everything that Nathanaël had told her.

“So, what were you up to today?” Nathanaël asked, eyeing her with a smile. “You were quite secretive.”

Chloe refused to make eye contact with him. “Just some errands. Nothing huge.” Chloe was still embarrassed about what Juleka and Rose had said that day. She was emotionally exhausted and did not need to talk to a smirking Nathanaël about it either.

“Enough about me,” Chloe said as she finished her food and looked over to the artist, “You’ve been painting. Any luck?”

Nathanaël hummed and smiled. “It’s been easier to paint lately. It helps since I only have one more painting to do before the gallery. Speaking of gallery...have you thought about coming to the gallery to patch things up with Marinette, Alya, Nino and Adrien?”

Chloe’s stomach flipped and she felt sick. She took a deep breath and Nathanaël looked at her anxiously.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to make you worry. I won’t bring it up-”

Nathanaël felt a warm finger against his lips, silencing him.

“I’ll go.”

He stared and the blonde who looked a little pale but she gave him a small smile.

“I’ll go to the gallery, Nathanaël.”

“Are you sure? You don’t look to good-”

“Don’t make me change my mind, Kurtzberg! This is a ‘in the spur of the moment’ decision and even though I really really don’t want to see Marinette, Adrien, Nino or Alya at all right now...I’d do it to make you happy,” she mumbled the last part quietly.

Nathanaël was stunned. When did Chloe become so….selfless?

He reached for her hand and squeezed it softly. “Thank you Chloe...you have no idea how much that means to me.”

Chloe swallowed the ball of nervousness in her throat and gave him a huff. “Don’t count on me being there though! I’m saying this now because I want you to be happy but I might fall ill with the flu or something!” she said as she crossed her arms and stuck her nose in the air.

Nevermind…she’s still the same, he thought with a roll of his eyes before he heard a small laugh from the blonde.

“Wow, your face was priceless!” Chloe giggled as she tried to collect herself. She turned back to him with a serious look on her face and gave him a small smile.

“But seriously Nathanaël, it’s the least I can do. You’ve helped me so much already I...I feel like I’m just trying to hide from them all the time. At least you’ll be there...” Chloe trailed off and only seemed to notice now how blue Nathanaël’s eyes were in the candlelight. The blue almost matched the paint on his cheek, that was beginning to crack, and Chloe found her hand cupping the artist’s cheek and gently rubbing the paint flecks away with her thumb.

“Sorry...it was distracting me.” Chloe said as she noticed the red skin under the paint.

Adrien’s piano piece was making it extremely difficult to concentrate and Chloe prayed that she wasn’t going red. Their faces were centimeters away from each other and Chloe swallowed uneasily.

“Nathanaël...I went to apologise to everyone I had hurt during high school today… that’s what I was doing the whole day.” she mumbled and she saw his give the smallest of smiles.

“I know. Rose told me.”

Chloe’s jaw dropped and she groaned as she let herself fall onto the couch, the closeness between her and Nathanaël broken.

“Rose and Juleka need to mind their own business! And François! That little snake spread rumours!” Chloe suddenly yelled and she covered her mouth in embarrassment.

Nathanaël raised an eyebrow in interest and put his bowl down on the coffee table and rested his elbow on the couch so that his whole body faced her.

“What rumours?” he asked and Chloe swore inwardly. There really wasn’t any use in lying to him.

“François saw me leaving your apartment a few days ago and it looks like we have a relationship going on according to some outsiders,” she said awkwardly. Nathanaël stared at her and let out a warm laugh.

“Well, we sorta do, since we’re fake dating for the sake of tricking your asshole of a boss.” He cleared his throat and look to his fridge. “Dessert okay now? I have strawberries.”

Chloe nodded enthusiastically and finished her last mouthful of food and set her plate down. Nathanaël got up from the couch and fetched the strawberries from the fridge before plopping himself back down next to her.

“It’s just that I don’t want the paparazzi finding out and suddenly hounding you because you’re ‘dating’ the ex-mayor’s daughter. I’d hate for your reputation to be ruined.”

“Why would my reputation be ruined? You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Nathanaël, you’re talking to the girl who made a whole lot of people’s lives miserable and even though I’ve apologised to the main people I bullied, there are still people who think I’m a bad person. My new co-worker, Camila, had friends at our school and she knew of how awful of a person I was! Word gets out and I was a pretty terrible person for the past few years. I can’t suddenly change years worth of tabloids overnight.” Chloe said bitterly.

Nathanaël looked at her sadly. He knew how mean the tabloids had been. They had negative views on Chloe while she was the mayor’s daughter but they still kept it tame so that her dad wouldn’t sue them. The second her dad wasn’t mayor anymore, they were ruthless. They bought up every negative aspect of her and now Nathanaël saw how badly Chloe had been affected.

She must’ve felt that the world was against her, he thought as he gazed at the girl who looked so small next to him.

He de-stemmed the strawberries in silence and they began to eat. Chloe enjoyed the sensation of the sweet strawberry juice in her mouth after the spaghetti they had eaten.

“There’s always benefits with fake dating but I do need to get a real job soon. Some job that I can depend on and not have to kiss the ground Mr Shelley walks on,” Chloe said, trying to change the subject and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth in the apartment. The strawberry dangled in her hand as she slowly slipped into sleep.

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Chloe woke up with a start and saw that Nathanaël had showered since he was now wearing his pajamas. The candles were still lit but all the melted wax indicated how long they had been burning. The electricity was still out and it took some time for Chloe’s eyes to adjust to the darkness.

“Hey sleeping beauty. Have a good sleep?” he teased and she weakly threw a pillow to his feet.

“How long was I asleep? And yes, it was a fairly good sleep.” she answered and reached for her phone.

Her hair felt like a mess and she was sure that she had drool on the one side of her mouth. She wiped it away and looked at Nathanaël groggily.

“About fifteen minutes. Why?”

Chloe yawned and checked her phone. She had to head back to her apartment. Every part of her wanted to stay another night with Nathanaël but...she was scared. She knew that she was slowly starting to like him more and more after each day and she wasn’t the person to hide her feelings but it all still felt strange.

She went from being his tormentor in high school to someone who needed his help and now she was falling for him. It was a sick love story and no matter how much Nathanaël claimed that she helped him kick start his career, it felt awful to be the reason of such a painting filled with rage. She needed to be a better friend and not try to think of their relationship in a romantic sense.

Nathanaël changed a lot from high school.

He wasn’t this lanky, awkward guy anymore. He was confident, successful and loved what he was doing with his life. And they had only become friends a few days ago, the last thing on her mind should be a relationship with him. And they had only really properly gotten to know each other for the past five days. How could she suddenly have a massive crush on him? For all she knew he could just see her as a friend.

Yeah, right! A friend who kisses you on the forehead before going to sleep, makes you food, lets you sleep in his bed and getting you off from work. Yeah a real friend Chloe!

Chloe rolled her eyes at her inner thoughts and shook her head. She was Chloe Bourgeois and she had to go to work the next morning.

“You need to leave?” Nathanaël asked in surprise and she nodded as she got up from the couch and stretched, the candles basking her in a golden glow.

“It’s been a hella long day and I still have work tomorrow. Gotta go clean those floors early remember? Oh and how did you shower in the dark?”

“I have extra candles. I just lit those.”

Was it her imagination or he looked a little sad?

“Nathanaël...are you sad that I have to leave?” she asked and she saw him turn towards her, his face calm.

“Well, I did forget that you have a strict working schedule sometimes and as your ‘fake boyfriend’ I do worry about you being in the same working environment as that asshole, Mr Shelley and his girlfriend,” Nathanaël said smoothly but Chloe saw the tips of his ears turn pink.

“Nathanaël, you are a good liar but terrible at hiding it,” she muttered with her heart beating a little faster. She walked to his door and put her hand on the door handle.

Be a friend, Chloe. Just a friend.

“Thanks for dinner, Nath. Next time you should come over and we can have some cake. Don’t ask me where I’ll get the cake from but I assure you that it’s good!”

She didn’t expect the hug but she wasn’t complaining.

He felt so warm and safe and oh, how she loved how much he smelt like the ocean. She immediately responded, turning to face him and wrapping her hands around his waist and resting her head on his chest.

“Thank you Chloe. For giving my friends a chance even though you must be hurting a little inside. I’ll try and make it as smooth as possible with them. I promise.”

Chloe nodded and tried to untie the knot in her stomach when he mentioned ‘friends’. Their hug lasted way too long for it to be a ‘just friends’ hug but Chloe didn’t want it to end. Suddenly, the lights flickered back on and Chloe rolled her eyes.

“Wow, just as I leave the electricity decides to switch back on.”

Nathanaël eventually let her go and opened the door.

“Goodnight Chloe. Sweet dreams,” he said softly.

“Goodnight Nathanaël. Sleep well.”

Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her forehead lightly before giving her a smile and closing his door. Chloe’s heart was beating so hard she thought someone was going to hear it. She walked to her apartment quickly and fell onto her bed.

“He kissed me. On the forehead.”

The only time Chloe had ever received a kiss from Nathanaël was when he was faking to be her boyfriend.

He wasn't faking now was he? There was no reason to. There wasn’t anyone to fool. So was he trying to mess with me? No, that wouldn’t make sense. He’d never tease me like that.

Chloe sighed and closed her eyes and hoped that sleeping would help her ease her thoughts until tomorrow.

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfiction #chloe x nathaniel #nathchlo #chlonath #adrienette #djwifi #jojowrites #vanilla107writes #chloe bourgeois #nathaniel kurtzberg

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