#never expect a consistent art style from me

[hypnowave]

making proportional, neatly lined, colored and shaded art pieces of my original characters is not enough i need to vomit brightly colored paint all over cheap art store canvasses & make 7 billion wonky clay pots that will explode in the kiln & weave ropes into intricate macrame textiles just to set them on fire & sew together unsightly clothing articles of clashing patterns and textures & make handmade recycled paper & build wooden plane miniatures while trying not to choke on wood chips

#jun.log #things i need to bring up to my therapist: #hi i need to create because i can't just have my feelings burst out of my ribcage like the chestburster in Alien (1979) #if anyone's reading this: Hello. i hate being perceived. i also hate my art being perceived by people unless i deliberately show them. #i'm this close to deleting my art blog and nuking my toyhou.se account #i hate having my work out in the open because it makes me feel as though others expect consistency from me in terms of style and quality #and it makes me feel paralyzed and terrified of ever creating again #i haven't felt genuine fulfillment in finished art in so long #the art i do in the meantime is a panacea but at the same time it is not enough. it does not grant me the happiness i need to heal #i wish i never showed people my art i wish i never told people i was an artist #i want to drop off the face of the earth in the hopes that maybe i can find joy in tying together flower stems or painting a night sky #as much as i love external validation i feel afraid that even my most loved ones will secretly hate me if my art devolves #i am not allowed to regress or make mistakes because in the past that has been used to hurt me . it has been weaponized against me #anyways. wow this is embarrassing #sorry. ill be normal tomorrow

[ghcstao3]

(part 1)

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As more days pass, the job doesn’t get any less strange.

Johnny is still poring over Ghost’s hint, trying to figure out how it could be possible that all these varying pieces are from the same artist. Unless it was someone more contemporary, experimenting in art styles of different eras—

Which would make sense, if not for the paints and materials not available in the present day, their methodology in creation having been lost to time, or its dangers realized.

And the signature. Scribbled consistently on every one of the pieces in the exact same place, exact same handwriting, even when the initials of S and R shift from the Roman to Latin alphabet, and when the length of the name itself shrinks and grows.

About every theory that pops into Johnny’s head is easily dismissed for another that makes slightly more sense, until he reaches another road block in reasoning. It’s impossible, plain and simple.

But at the end of the day, Johnny has to shake his head of those sorts of thoughts anyway. Because he’s here for a job, not to speculate, even when it’s his current employer that’s planted this dilemma in his head.

Speaking of—Ghost hasn’t gotten any less weird himself, either. Or, perhaps enigmatic, Johnny should say.

He continues to pose questions to Johnny as he works, but at some point they begin to sound less like questions from the owner of the artwork—and more like questions from the artist, as if seeking feedback.

All Johnny can do is answer honestly. He’s gotten better at deciphering Ghost’s hums and huffs and grunts, but not to the extent of really understanding what he’s thinking. Which only serves to confuse Johnny further about the whole… arrangement.

It’s on the last day, while Johnny is finishing up the last piece, that Ghost asks him the strangest thing of all.

“Say you were… immortal,” Ghost begins slowly, sometime nearing the end of the day; the end of Johnny’s contract, “would you choose to make a mark on the world, or remain invisible?”

Johnny furrows his brow. “I’m not sure. I mean—really, unless you’re big and famous, you kind of remain invisible to most, anyway.”

Ghost shakes his head, seeming almost frustrated by his answer—which would be a first. “No, not like—like if you made art, would you choose to keep it hidden, or would you allow it to be shared?”

It’s the first time Johnny has ever heard Ghost seem unsure of himself. He’s never seen the man falter like this, wavering in this intimidating, indifferent persona he’s thus far created.

Johnny suspects that there’s more to this question than it simply being a hypothetical.

“Depends,” Johnny says. He blinks up at Ghost, staring undeterred into that intense gaze of his. Sometimes Johnny thinks Ghost expects him to be nervous in his employer’s presence. “If it’s something personal, then sure, I’d keep it to myself. But I think in creating art, there’s also times that you’d want to display it, so I would. Not necessarily to leave something behind, but… maybe to inspire someone else.”

Ghost considers this for a long while, eyes raking over Johnny’s face for who knows what. Maybe a discrepancy in his honesty.

Eventually, he breathes slow and deep as he squares back his shoulders. “Then I’ll ask this again:” He pauses. “What do you think happened to the artist?”

The corners of Johnny’s lips twitch upward, though a proper smile never appears.

“I think he’s giving himself away right about now,” Johnny decides. It hasn’t really clicked to him, of course, that Ghost might be immortal—but it’s a conclusion he can at least speak aloud.

Ghost squints his eyes, and Johnny is inclined to think that means there’s a smile hiding beneath his mask.

“Suppose I have,” Ghost admits. Almost sheepishly, he then asks, “Does that change your answer?”

Johnny shakes his head. “I still think these should be displayed, if you’re willing. They’re… they’re beautiful pieces, and… why should you hire me to restore them just to keep them in storage?”

Ghost shrugs, and there reappears that new uncertainty. “I wanted a second opinion.”

Johnny laughs, shaking his head again. “Next you’re going to tell me you destroyed these yourself just to get it.”

Ghost stares at him a long, silent moment after that. Johnny’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline with the very clear answer to that joke.

“…Ghost.”

“It’s Simon,” Ghost corrects. “And I may have… tampered… with them. Just a little.”

Johnny scoffs. “Ghost, Simon, whatever. Some of these materials have been lost to time! And you just… you just—“

A deep, rumbling laugh escapes Ghost—Simon—that has Johnny trailing off from the rant he’d just been ready to go on. Art history is so meaningful to him, and he has a living man who can attest to those times in front of him, and—

And Johnny was just insulting him.

He shrinks back as Simon’s laughing tapers off, and that cold look in his eyes is overtaken by something warm, something friendly.

“Those pieces never meant enough to me,” Simon finally says, something melancholy falling over his tone. “But… I do have one more that was actually ruined by time that I think… I think I’d trust you enough to fix.”

Johnny’s eyes widen, perking up at the suggestion. “Really?”

Simon nods. “I’ll pay you however much, I—“

“No need,” Johnny interrupts. “You’ve already paid me… far more than you needed to, for the rest. I’ll do it, on one condition.”

Simon cocks his head, silently willing Johnny on.

The smile threatening Johnny finally releases, spreading wide across his face.

“You let me ask questions,” Johnny says. “I have a few debates to settle.”

Simon hums. Something… approving.

Finally, he says with an air of humour, and something oddly akin to hope, “I’m sure that can be arranged.”

#not proof read because i am feeling a bit Lazy #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #alternate universe #writing

[avatar-anna]

Makeup Artist

summary: You’re hired as Harry’s makeup artist for Love on Tour

words: 7.1k

tw: none

Never in a million years did you think that you would be on tour with Harry Styles.

Sure, you were a celebrity makeup artist, but your wheelhouse consisted of red carpets, runways, and editorial shoots. You were familiar with Harry’s work, had even gone to one of his shows for his first album, so you knew that he and his band didn’t really do anything crazy in terms of stage makeup.

For those reasons, you said no when you first got the call. Someone knew someone that knew you, and you were suddenly in touch with the tour manager for Harry Styles. They gave you a brief description of what you would be doing on tour—mostly the band’s makeup, but Harry’s as well for two shows in New York, something about a Halloween special. Going on the road sounded fun, but the job itself didn’t feel all that fulfilling. You absolutely loved makeup, it’s why you became a makeup artist in the first place. You loved getting people dolled up in full glam, playing with colors and themes and experimenting on clients when they gave you the chance. You were more than capable of doing more natural looks, your job often called for it. But makeup was a form of expression for you, and you didn’t think that this job opportunity was going to challenge you in any way, so you politely declined.

You thought that was the end of that, and went about the rest of your day. It wasn’t until a week later that you received another phone call from the same unknown number that you finally took the job. 

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist you take this job,” the tour manager said. “H is really impressed with your work, and he doesn’t want anyone else.”

H? You thought. Was it rude of you to assume that Harry Styles didn’t have any involvement in the choosing of his makeup artist? You knew that he’d been dipping into different parts of the beauty industry lately, but you still thought that this was something that his team would take care of.

“I don’t know, this just isn’t something I would normally do,” you said, feeling bad for rejecting the tour manager for a second time. You hoped he wouldn’t be in any trouble with their boss.

“What’s your normal rate?” they asked.

“Excuse me?” It wasn’t an uncommon question, you just weren’t expecting that level of desperation from the tour manager.

“How much do you typically charge? We’ll double it. Or come up with a price that covers the whole tour. You would be a very valued member of our team.”

Double? The tour manager didn’t even know how much you charged clients, yet they were already promising to double it. Perhaps it was a tad selfish of you, but now that more money was on the table, you were considering it. You loved makeup as an art form, but you still had bills to pay. “Uh…Okay. I’ll do it.”

“Great,” the manager said, and you could almost see the weight being lifted off their shoulders. “How fast can you get Covid tested and on a plane to Las Vegas?”

They wanted you to start now? “Well, most of my kit is fully stocked, but I still need to get some things together. And I have to pack, obviously. I’d say…two, maybe three days?”

“We need you here by tomorrow night,” the manager said, making your eyes widen. How did this become so last minute? “Okay…Okay, I’ve got it. I will have someone take care of getting whatever you need for your kit, you just pack and do whatever you can to get here as soon as possible. We’re going all over the country, so be prepared for all types of weather. And make sure…”

You listened carefully as the tour manager rattled off a bunch of details about the tour—more of what was expected from you, when you needed to be there, how to get to the venue, where to stay. You realized that this was going to be a long phone call, so you muted yourself and began packing, pulling out your large suitcase and carefully putting what you thought you would need in it while listening to the tour manager go over things like Covid restrictions and signing an NDA and other technical stuff.

When they were done, they asked you what you needed, you quickly unmuted yourself and rattled off brand names and brush types and the exact amount of sponges you would need. Normally, you would use the same set of brushes on a client and wash them thoroughly, but since you would be doing the same people’s makeup for a few months, you thought it would be more efficient if each person had their own tools and products so nothing would get cross contaminated or thrown out constantly. “I’ll pay for everything once I get there,” you said, but the tour manager brushed you off and said not to worry about it.

The phone call ended, and in the quiet of your bedroom, you were able to really think about everything that just happened. “Holy shit,” you breathed, sitting down on your bed in a daze.

Touring was…interesting to say the least. Everyone you spoke to was incredibly kind and respectful, and never for one moment did you feel like an outsider or like you didn’t belong. After the first few shows, you knew almost everyone by name, and even had people to sit with for meals before the show. 

You needed to call your friend. You were going on tour with Harry Styles.

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And as you predicted, the work itself was fairly easy. You just had to do the girl band members’ makeup before each show. Nothing too elaborate, just enough powder and blending to make sure they weren’t too oily onstage. You felt like you were scamming everyone, seeing as you were being paid double for doing less than what you normally did, but you hadn’t had any complaints yet, so you kept your head down, did your job, then went back to the bus just before the show started.

For the first couple shows, you stayed and watched the whole concert, excited to be on the road for a famous singer. But you quickly realized that tour bus life wasn’t for you and didn’t get much sleep when it was moving and with so many other people making a lot of noise, so you got your rest for a couple of hours while everyone else was still at the venue.

A month into the tour, though, and you were itching to do more than just foundation, powder, and a little blush. You wanted to do more, and your head was constantly filled with ideas on how you could spice up the band’s makeup. It wouldn’t be for anyone but yourself, but you could do the girls’ makeup in your sleep by now, and you needed to switch things up a little, otherwise this would be a very long tour.

“Can I try something different tonight?” you asked one night. You were sitting with Ny’oh, one of the guitarists. She had the most eccentric style out of the three girls when she wasn’t onstage, so you figured you’d start with her in the hopes that she would be more receptive to something different.

“Course, babe. What did you have in mind?”

The two of you quickly finished up dinner and went to the band dressing room. You got Ny’oh settled in her makeup chair and got her normal routine out of the way, smiling to yourself as you started to prep the skin just beneath her eyes. 

“I can tell you’ve been wanting to do this for some time,” she joked, her eyes looking upward as you patted eyeshadow into her skin.

“I saw this trend when I was while I was scrolling on my phone on the bus the other day. I tried it out for myself and really liked it, so I thought I would see what you guys thought.”

You were always looking to others for inspiration. The beauty of the internet was that you could share tips and learn new techniques to try out in the future. This one that had eyeshadow focused on the bottom half of your eye rather than the eyelid was extremely intriguing to you. One of the nights where you were on your own on the tour bus, you got your personal makeup kit out and began practicing. It looked amazing, and you thought it would be so cool if you matched the girls’ makeup to the suit color Harry was wearing that night. And after listening to his music live a few times, you realized that Harry’s music was very vibrant and lively. You thought you could match the essence of his music through the makeup you did for the girls.

“You should’ve said something sooner,” Ny’oh said, grinning when you handed her the mirror to see the finished product. Tonight, Harry would be wearing a pink number, so you dabbed a soft pink on Ny’oh, added some pink highlight to her cheeks, finished it off with a little mascara, and she was done. She looked soft, ethereal, exactly what you were trying to go for when you started.

“So you like it then? It’s not too much?”

From then on, you were doing something different each night to match whatever Harry was wearing. All three girls were receptive to the idea, and even had you take pictures of the finished look to post online. It was fun to hang out with them before the show, and soon enough you were hanging out with them all the time, exploring new cities together and shopping until it was eventually time to head to the venue.

For the first time ever, you felt like a part of a group. As a freelance makeup artist, you mostly went from one job to the next. You were rehired by the same people often, but before this job, you’d become a little lonely. You lived by yourself, you didn’t have a pet, and you didn’t speak to your family much anymore. It was just you and your one friend, though she had a pretty busy schedule of her own. You thought you were okay with that, but the longer you were on tour, you realized that you’d just conditioned yourself to be fine, and now you were craving companionship more than ever. 

Still, you were so used to your alone time that sometimes you needed it. So while everyone was out to lunch in Atlanta, you were on the tour bus, watching TV on your phone. That is, until there was a knock on the bus door.

Confused, you went over to open it and see who it was. You were on one of the crew buses, and anyone on it would’ve just come in rather than knock. But when you opened the door, your eyes widened. This was no crew member.

“Hi.” You didn’t know what else to say. You technically worked for him and had been traveling the country together for almost two months now, but you’d never actually spoken to Harry.

“Hi, I’m Harry,” he said, pink flooding his cheeks when he realized you probably already knew that.

Sparing him any more embarrassment, you stuck your hand out for him to shake. “I don’t believe we’ve formally met. I’m Y/n.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” He took your hand and shook it, his hand warm and soft, but a little callused too.

You expected Harry to say more, but he didn’t, just continued to stand awkwardly outside your tour bus. You realized then that he’d run out of things to say, and you wondered if he was always this shy. “Did you need something? Everyone went out for lunch and to explore, so they won’t be back until later.”

“No, no, I was looking for you actually,” he said. “Can I come in?”

“Of course! Sorry, where are my manners? I should’ve let you in sooner.”

“It’s no problem.”

You stepped aside to let him in and tried not to gawk. When people met celebrities, they always said things like, “they were taller in person” or something along those lines. You’d never really had a moment like that until now. He didn’t tower over you by any means, but you did have to tilt your head up the tiniest bit to meet his eyes.

The layout of his tour bus must’ve been similar to yours because Harry knew to go to the back of the bus so you could both sit on the couch together. He sat down, crossed his leg, uncrossed it, then placed the other leg on top of his knee. You thought he was just shy, but now you were starting to think he was nervous. I’m not that intimidating, am I?, you thought, wondering how to not come off that way if you were intimidating him.

“I’m sorry for not coming to see you sooner. I usually try to meet everyone at the start of tour, but I feel like anytime I look for you, you’re never around.”

Now it was your turn to blush. “Sorry about that. I usually come back here when I’m finished getting everyone ready for the show.”

“I’m that bad, am I?” he asked, cringing a little.

You blanched, not realizing he was only kidding until it was too late. “Of course not! I’m so sorry if I gave you that impression. I just don’t sleep well when everyone else is in here, so I try to sleep when the bus is empty. I can stay tonight, though. I promise it’s not what you—”

“Y/n,” Harry said gently. “It’s fine. I was only teasing you.”

“Oh.” Well now you were really embarrassed, but you tried to recover. “So, um, was there something I could help you with, or were you just stopping by to say hello?”

Harry took the change of subject in stride. “Well, yes, I wanted to meet you properly, but I also wanted to ask,” he said, pausing like he didn’t want to continue. You knew that look, though. You’d seen it on a lot of guy clients. 

“Do you want me to do your makeup?”

“Erm, yes. I don’t know why, but touring just gives me these dark circles,” he said, touching the soft skin beneath his eye. “I don’t know why that was so hard for me to admit. I’ve worn makeup before.”

You shrugged. “It’s not uncommon. A lot of guys are weird about it. But you’ve come to the right place.”

Getting up from the couch, you ran over to where you kept your kit. You hadn’t had to use the stuff you had set aside for Harry yet, but you still kept it close by each night just in case. Going back over to him, you told him to close his eyes and got to work.

It was completely silent, but it wasn’t awkward. Harry seemed to understand that you needed the quiet to focus. With a brush, you put the tiniest amount of color corrector where he needed it and applied a little concealer over it. His dark circles weren’t as bad as he made them out to be and only needed a little touching up. When you told him he could open his eyes, he did so, a lot quicker than you’d anticipated. Now you were practically nose to nose and looking at each other right in the eye. 

You sat back immediately, putting away your brushes and the makeup you used on him. Pulling out a mirror, you handed it to him so he could see your handiwork. “It’s like they never existed,” you joked.

Harry inspected himself in the mirror, looking from side to side as if a different angle would magically reveal what you’d covered up. Seemingly satisfied, he set the mirror down. “Thank you.”

“Of course. It’s what I’m here for,” you said, taking the mirror from him and putting it back in your kit.

It occurred to you then that now that he was all taken care of, he would probably want to leave. Only he didn’t stand up. Looking him over, you thought he probably didn’t know how to politely excuse himself. It also occurred to you that he didn’t go out with everyone else to explore Atlanta. Because he couldn’t or because he didn’t want to? You wondered.

Taking a chance, you said, “I, um, I was watching TV in my bunk, but I could play it out here, if you wanted to stay for a while?”

You felt like an idiot the second the words were out of your mouth, but before you could take them back, Harry smiled at you and made himself comfortable on the couch. “I think I’d like that.”

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Halloween was going to be your favorite night, there was no doubt in your mind about it. 

The whole band was dressing up for two Halloween shows, and instead of just doing makeup for Ny’oh, Sarah, and Elin, you got to do the boys’ too. Because of that, you had to start earlier than you normally would, but you didn’t mind. Any excuse to break out your more colorful palettes and blushes was more than worth it to you. And everyone hung around while you worked, too, making it a party of sorts. Stella, the hair stylist, and a nail artist was in the band’s dressing room working with you while everyone was listening to music and talking over each other and having a good time. It was the first time you’d hung out with the whole band before, and you had to admit that they were all very sweet. Not that you ever doubted that, you figured that anyone who worked for Harry was probably nice, and you were proved right.

Speaking of Harry, he had yet to come by to get his makeup done, even though you’d been informed that he would be getting his makeup done tonight and tomorrow. You were curious as to what he was currently up to, but you tried not to think about it so you could focus on finishing Pauli’s makeup. After that afternoon where he watched TV on your tour bus, you saw a little bit more of Harry. He made a point of coming to see you, whether that was on your tour bus, a dressing room, craft services, or somewhere else. And he sat down in the makeup chair before shows too. Nothing major, just covering up his dark circles like you’d done on the tour bus and a little something to even out his skin. It gave him a nice glow too, something you pointed out to him the first time you finished his look. Each interaction was always brief, but you thought it was sweet that he went out of his way to see you when he probably had such a busy schedule.

As you were wrapping Mitch’s makeup—he was the only one that didn’t seem totally thrilled about having his makeup done, so you kept it very minimal, putting a little black on his nose to match the lion costume he was supposed to wear—Harry walked in. Too focused on fixing up Mitch’s brows after you convinced him you wouldn’t do much more than that, you didn’t notice him come in, but he noticed you. He wanted to immediately go over to where you were working, at the very least to see how you managed to get Mitch into a makeup chair, but he was sidetracked by Sarah and Elin.

“See? Not so bad,” you said to Mitch, handing him a mirror. You worried he wouldn’t like it, but he seemed satisfied with your minimal work. Thanking you, he walked back over to where everyone else was while you cleaned up your station. 

“Who’s next?” you called, turning around to see who was free and who wasn’t. It was then that you saw Harry, and your smile was instant when you saw his hand partially raised. “Oh. Hey, Harry. Come have a seat.”

He sat down in the chair, and you got his designated brushes out, immediately getting started on prepping his skin. “How are you?” he asked, his eyes closed while you brushed moisturizer on his skin.

“Good. How are you?”

You spoke to Harry quietly while you did his makeup, starting with a light base and covering his dark circles like you always did. His voice was soft as he spoke, almost like he didn’t want to disturb your work. He wouldn’t have either way, but like most things he did, you found his awareness of your job very sweet. 

“So, I have your base done, is there anything specific that you wanted, or?”

You knew that the theme for tonight was Wizard of Oz and that Harry was dressing up as Dorothy, but aside from that, you had no instruction. Harry opened his eyes and blinked at you. “Nothing…Nothing too intense, I guess? I don’t know, I trust you.”

He was trying to be nice, but he didn’t really give you much to go on. But Harry said he trusted you, so you went on instinct and got started. As promised, you didn’t do anything too intense—a little blush, but strong enough that it would be seen onstage, a little highlight on his cheeks and the tip of his nose, and mascara, though that part made you nervous.

“It might feel a little funny, but try not to touch your eyes, okay?” you said. You used the gentlest formula you had, but you had a feeling it still might bother him, seeing as he’d never worn it previously. You wouldn’t have done it, but you really thought it completed the look, so you just put two coats on and called it a day. “I’ll help you take it all off afterwards. Just come by my bus again.”

“You’re not going to stay?” Harry asked, a small frown on his face.

“I like to catch up on sleep, you know that,” you said. He tried not to look hurt, but you could see it on his face. Before you could think about it, you said, “But I can stay tonight. I want to see how my work turned out.”

You knew you were going to be exhausted tomorrow, but seeing Harry’s face light up was worth it

“I’d like to thank my makeup artist tonight for doing such a wonderful job. She came up with and did all the makeup last night and tonight. She did a wonderful job, don’t you think?”

Harry rested his chin in his hands and grinned so that everyone could see your handiwork. The crowd cheered, and you were suddenly thankful that Harry convinced you to stay and watch his show for a second time. No one of course knew that you were the one who’d done his and the rest of the band’s makeup, but it felt nice to be recognized and praised for your work all the same.

After last night, Harry had more of an idea of what he liked and didn’t like. “Yes to the blush, no to the eye stuff,” he said when he sat down in your chair again. You agreed with him. After the mascara got in his eye while he was onstage, you decided that you would try something else. This time around, you added a slight pink to his cheeks and just above his eyebrows, his skin glowy and flawless as always. Then, as a play on his costume, you glued four pearls to his face: two above his eyebrows and two on his cheeks.

In comparison to his band’s makeup, Harry’s wasn’t as elaborate or over the top, something you had lots of fun coming up with with each person (Mitch even let you play around with some stick on stars too). But in your mind, the makeup was simple so as not to overpower Harry’s costume, which had ruffles and tulle and lace all the way up to his neck. Last night in his Dorothy costume, he’d shouted, “I look cute!”, as he pranced around the stage, but you preferred tonight’s ensemble.

After the show, you went back to the band’s dressing room and began laying out everything needed to remove the stars and pastel colors from their faces. You stifled a yawn, checking the watch on your wrist. In theory, it wasn’t very late, but you hadn’t gotten much sleep in the last few days, and it was starting to catch up with you.

Ny’oh was the first one to enter the dressing room, and also caught you yawning. “You should go back to the bus, get some rest,” she said, walking over to where you were still standing.

“Are you sure? I was going to help everyone get everything off—”

“It’s fine, babe, I know my way around makeup remover. I can help the boys. That’s who you were worried about, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Can you just remind them to wash their face and moisturize too? I left some masks out, but I doubt they’ll use them.”

Ny’oh promised that she would take care of everything, ushering you out of the dressing room with a wave of her hands. “I got it, now go. Get some sleep.”

Thanking her, you grabbed the rest of your things and left in a hurry. If you got back to the bus before everyone else, you might be able to fall and stay asleep for a few hours before the snoring and the sleep talking began.

The next two days were mostly traveling with a couple breaks thrown in, so you kept to yourself mostly, hanging out with the rest of the people on the bus occasionally and sleeping when you could. You found traveling days to be your least favorite, as there was very little opportunity to truly be alone, but you managed. When you finally arrived at your next destination, everyone was more than eager to get off the bus and stretch their legs. You did too, but your exhaustion from lack of sleep outweighed your desire to leave the bus, so once everyone was gone, you cuddled up into your bunk, ready to shut out the rest of the world for as long as possible.

It didn’t last long, not nearly as long as you’d hoped, because you were woken up by knocks on the bus door. For a moment, you stayed in your bunk, wondering if it was entirely too rude to not answer whoever was at the door and just hope they eventually went away, but you finally got up.

A sense of deja vu flooded you as you saw Harry on the other side again. His hair was held back with a small black clip, a smile on his face as he looked up at you. The smile dimmed slightly though when he looked you over. “You were sleeping, weren’t you?”

You were, but you didn’t want him to feel bad. “It’s okay.”

“I’m really sorry. I can come back later if—”

“What’s in your hand?”

Harry looked down to where you were looking. Scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, he said, “I asked around and Stella said you didn’t get off the bus with everyone else, and I figured you hadn’t eaten, so…”

“So…you brought me lunch?”

“Yeah, I—I didn’t want you to not eat all day, so I thought I would bring you something, and I wanted to thank you properly.”

“Thank me properly? For what?”

“For all your help in New York,” he said, swaying from foot to foot. 

You tilted your head at him curiously. “It’s my job, Harry. There’s no need to thank me.

“H,” he said suddenly. “Everyone, um, everyone calls me H.”

“Oh. H,” you said, trying it out for yourself, missing the smile that grew on Harry’s face when you did so. “Well, like I said, you don’t have to thank me. I was just doing my job.”

“I mean, just because it’s your job doesn’t mean I can’t thank you, but I guess I also wanted to thank you for even coming on tour. I know you declined the first time and that this isn’t the kind of job you would normally take on, so, thank you.”

You were surprised by his confession, surprised that he seemed to know more about you than you did about him. You vaguely recalled his tour manager saying that Harry insisted that you were the makeup artist that was hired for tour, but you hadn’t thought about it much since.

“Of course. I’ve had a lot of fun,” you said. Then, because you couldn’t help yourself, you asked, “So, why did you want to hire me? I was surprised to get a second call from your tour manager. You could’ve easily gone with someone else.”

Harry’s cheeks flushed a deep scarlet, looking more bashful than you’d ever seen him. “I don’t think you remember, but we’ve met before.”

“We have?” You were pretty sure you would’ve remembered meeting a guy as remarkable as him, famous or not.

“Kind of. Indirectly. I—I saw you?” he said, though it sounded more like a question. “Oh Christ, I sound like I’ve stalked you now, that’s not it at all. You, um, you were Lizzo’s makeup artist at a music festival kind of thing. You said hello and asked if I needed anything, but I could barely say yes or no before you were called away to do something else.”

After Harry’s confession, you racked your brain, trying to remember the instance in question. You remembered the event, one of those big radio shows, and you remembered doing Lizzo’s makeup. That night was such a blur, though. Someone else’s makeup artist was sick with the flu and didn’t show up, so you offered to help out. If you had asked Harry if he needed anything, it was probably because you’d been asking multiple people that same question all night. 

“I remember that night,” you said, feeling guilty that you couldn’t recall your very brief encounter.

“I remembered you,” he said with more confidence than you’d ever heard him speak. Hearing him say that made your face flush, but that only made him smile more. “I asked Lizzo who you were, which definitely raised some eyebrows, but she told me your name, and after asking around a little more, I knew I at least wanted to hire you to go on tour, but then, you know…”

“Covid,” you said, nodding.

“Covid,” he agreed. “Almost two years later and here we are. I hope that doesn’t freak you out. I didn’t hire you with any ulterior motives or anything. I really do admire your work and thought you would be a valuable member of our team, and I think I was right.”

It was certainly a lot to take in, but Harry was being so earnest, you almost didn’t have a choice but to believe him. You tried not to let him saying, “I remembered you,” get to your head, but it was slowly becoming the only thing you could think about.

“No ulterior motives, huh?” you asked, leaning against the side of the bus door.

Harry shook his head. “Nope.”

“So you bring all your crew members lunch?”

“Um,” he looked down at the takeout in his hands.

It quickly dawned on you that flirting with your boss probably wasn’t the best idea. There was still a lot of the tour left, and this…whatever was happening right now was probably more trouble than it was worth. Were you attracted to Harry? Sure, but you found lots of people attractive, that didn’t mean you acted on that attraction. So before he could come up with an answer that would probably be trouble for the both of you, you said, “I’m kidding. Friends?”

Harry looked at you for a few moments, and you couldn’t tell what it meant. Finally, though, he agreed and said, “Friends.”

You let him in the tour bus and led him to the back so you could sit down and watch your show. It only occurred to you now that you hadn’t watched another episode since you watched it with Harry.

As you walked to the couches, you couldn’t be sure, but you swore Harry muttered, “We’ll see about that.”

Now what the hell did he mean by that?

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It was the last night of the tour, a night you were both dreading and looking forward to for weeks. You’d had a lot of fun, and made friends that you were confident enough to say would last. There were memories you would carry with you forever, and you could only describe being on tour with Harry and his band the experience of a lifetime. Still, you were partly relieved because while touring was fun, it was very long, and living out of a tour bus wasn’t your favorite. Sleeping came easier after investing in ear plugs and a white noise app on your phone, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the comfort of your own bed.

And then there was Harry.

The two of you had grown quite close over the last couple months, so close that Ny’oh would wiggle her eyebrows at you whenever he came looking for you in the band’s dressing room. That alone was embarrassing, but it was when you tried to convince her that nothing was happening and Harry merely draped an arm around your shoulder and kissed the top of your head that had you flushing from head to toe.

Since that afternoon in your tour bus, Harry shamelessly flirted with you. Anytime he convinced you to stay for the concert instead of going back to the tour bus, he’d wink at you on stage and look you in the eye when he sang certain lines, and during your stop in Seattle, he brought you a bouquet of flowers from Pike’s Place. 

Harry’s affection was overwhelming to say the least. You’d never had anyone work as hard as he did to get you to go out with them, but like clockwork every night before he had to go onstage, he would ask, “You free tonight?”, to which you would reply with a shake of your head. At first, he would only ask you out when no one was around, but as the tour progressed, he said it in front of anyone who was around.

He was never deterred by your rejection, in fact, it only made him double down and try harder. It got to the point where everyone knew that Harry had a thing for the makeup artist. You thought that that would make you some kind of a pariah among the rest of the crew, but it didn’t. Some would tease, but it was never in a malicious way. And Harry’s band only encouraged him.

“Why do you never say yes? You obviously like him too,” Elin asked as you did her makeup one night. 

You shrugged, blending her crease color until you came up with an answer. “He’s my boss. I’m pretty sure that’s like the number one rule about work. You don’t date your co-workers, and you definitely don’t date your boss.”

That was the main point, but you were pretty sure you, and especially Harry, liked the game of cat and mouse you’d been playing most of the tour. You knew that he knew you liked him, so he just took whatever you gave him in stride, ready to try again the next day.

“Y/n,” she said, opening her eyes to look at you skeptically. “Mitch and Sarah are literally married and have a baby. Things are a little different here than working in an office.”

Elin had a point there, one that you couldn’t ignore. If you weren’t resting on the tour bus or hanging out with Harry, you were often babysitting for Mitch and Sarah. Odds were, if someone needed to find you, all you had to do was figure out where the baby was, and you would be there too. Which only made Harry even more attracted to you, not that he would ever tell you that. 

Still, even if Mitch and Sarah made it work, that made them more of an exception than the rule.

 “What happens when it’s all over, Elin?” you asked suddenly

“What do you mean?”

“After the tour ends, I go back to LA and find my next job, and he goes…Well, I don’t know where he goes, but I think the atmosphere here heightens everything. I’m worried it won’t be the same when everything goes back to normal.”

Elin just smiled at you like she knew something you didn’t, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask her more about it, so you finished her makeup in silence.

Now the final tour date had arrived, and butterflies were running rampant in your belly. You weren’t avoiding Harry, but you also weren’t hanging out where you normally would just before the show started. You were with the baby, walking up and down a random hallway trying to get him to fall asleep. You would never admit it to Mitch or Sarah, but part of you offered to watch him tonight so that you would have a buffer between you and Harry. 

“Am I being silly, bub?” you cooed at the baby in your arms. He didn’t answer, just gurgled at you happily. “He’s a good guy, a great one even. He’s kind, he seems to genuinely care, he likes the things I like, he—”

“He’s wildly attractive, worships the ground you walk on, is great in bed.”

You jolted, clutching the baby tighter to your chest. “Jesus, H, you scared me.”

He was leaning against one side hallway, no telling how long he’d been standing there and listening to you talk about him. Almost like you couldn’t help it, you looked him up and down. The gold vest was too good, showing off just the right amount of skin and accentuating his tattoos perfectly. And Harry knew it too. He was waiting for you when you met your eyes again, grinning at you devilishly.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were hiding from me,” he said, stepping closer to you.

“Not hiding. No, I’m just trying to get him to fall asleep,” you said, gesturing to the baby you were holding. 

He took another step closer. “So, you’ll get to watch the show tonight, then?”

“Of course. It’s the last one, I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Great,” Harry said, his grin wide and bright. “Afterwards, I was thinking maybe we could just—”

You waited for him to finish, but he didn’t. You figured he was going to ask you out like he normally did, but something about him seemed different this time around. He looked more nervous, less sure of himself. “Just?” you asked, hoping a prompting would help him.

“Talk,” he said, almost blurted. “I think about doing so many things with you, but at the end of the day, I just want to sit and talk to you for hours. Whether that’s in a hotel room, or a house, or a tour bus, or your makeup chair. I want to talk until we know everything about each other. You—You’ve brushed me off every time I’ve asked you, and I was okay with it because I knew I would have another chance, but now it’s the last night of the tour, and I don’t know what I’d do if you said no again.”

“Harry—” you tried to say, but he kept going.

“No, please let me finish. I know you think that we wouldn’t work away from all this,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the venue. “But, I like you so much. I don’t think you understand how much joy just seeing you every day brings me. So no more games, no more chasing you down and hoping you’ll say yes. I think you’re amazing and beautiful and are the most genuine person I’ve ever met. Please say you’ll wait for me after the show so we can talk.”

You were rendered speechless. Obviously you knew Harry liked you, but you didn’t know how deeply. Sure he flirted and sought you out on off days to hang out with you, but you were so focused on keeping your own feelings in check, you didn’t stop and think about what actually being with him might look like. 

Looking at him now, you saw his green eyes pleading with yours. You’d never seen him so desperate before. “I, um, I’d really like that.”

Harry’s expression was one of disbelief. “Yeah?”

Nodding, you confessed, “Saying no to you almost every night is exhausting. It probably doesn’t make sense, but I was protecting myself in case—”

“I do understand, of course I do,” he said. Reaching forward, he gingerly took your chin in his hand. “But I have a break after this tour, and I just want to see where this goes.”

“Me too, and I have the feeling you’re about to kiss me, but it just doesn’t seem right while holding someone else’s baby.”

Harry’s eyes broke away from yours and looked down to where you were still holding Mich and Sarah’s little bundle of joy. He grinned, seeming to agree with you. “That’s fair, but don’t run off right after the show, alright? I want you to be the first person I see when I come backstage.”

“Deal.”

You and Harry didn’t kiss in the hallway, but you let him take your free hand in his as you made your way back to where everyone else was. Both of you were giddy with excitement, looking forward to the end of the show.

“Fucking finally!”

Looking up, you saw Pauli and Ny’oh standing by a bunch of equipment. Having seen your joined hands, Ny’oh shouted, getting the attention of everyone else milling around and prepping for the show.

“Oh my God,” you groaned, embarrassed beyond belief. You tried to slip your hand out of Harry’s, but he held onto you tighter.

The rest of the night was a blur, and by the time Harry was blowing kisses and making his way offstage, you were practically vibrating with excitement. He jogged off the way he normally did, shedding his gold vest and handing it off to someone as he went, but he only had eyes for one person.

You were waiting for him at the end of the tunnel, and having seen you, Harry picked up his speed. When he was finally in front of you, you grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him against the wall. “I think you’re amazing and beautiful and one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met too,” you said, just before pulling him down so his lips met yours.

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles oneshot #harry styles x you

[whoishotteranimepolls]

Actually wild for me that people not liking the one piece art style is something that's come up often enough that you've mentioned it like twice considering I personally love the (mainly manga (and not the digitally colored version), i haven't seen a lot of the anime although the animation in wano and egghead is gorgeous) art style a lot. For some reason I am always shocked to learn people have different opinions from me despite that being basically a daily occurrence

The messages I get complaining about one piece very wildly but mostly it's about the art style specifically about how the females are drawn and how it's misogynistic. My view is no one in One Piece is drawn with a realistic body type male or female. Well with a few exceptions like Luffy and his brothers but that's about it. But when it comes to female characters and how poorly they can be written in anime, especially Shonen anime One Piece has some of the best written female characters I have ever seen so that definitely makes up for the unrealistic proportions. Now, when I say best written, I don't mean just in anime. I mean in fiction in general. But I still get messages like this

Or like this at least two to three times a week

Really why did you send this? Were you expecting a response like I'm sorry it's popular it's just statistics. I've been on Tumblr since 2012 and I've been following the fandom statistics page. I think since then and I've never seen One Piece out of the top five on the anime and manga page and it's consistently in the top 20 overall so it's popular. It's going to get a lot of requests. I'm sorry get over it quit sending me the stuff. It's not going to change things. In fact, it just makes me want to stop doing this blog

I personally don't like Naruto ironically due to how it handled its female characters but I still make polls for it when requested. I even allow the curse polls and the memes that have gotten completely out of control. Please quit sending me these stupid messages. That's not what the ask box is for

#ask #not a poll #one piece

[mari-lair]

It’s wild when I see people say Aoi is written only to be Akane’s love interest, cause Akane never hid that he is her boy.

He goes the extra mile just for a hint of her attention and had given the classic childhood friend heroine speech of "I’ll love my crush even if they never look my way."

It's framed as a joke but he is genuinely happy as long as Aoi exist, he can enjoy his life and look forward to all his days no matter how shitty they are (Teru bullies him, the clock keepers work him dry, he gets rejected constantly, and so on,) as long as Aoi is alive and happy.

He is ridiculously easy to please when it comes to Aoi.

And while Aoi does loves Akane, visibly being affected by him: As seen by her possessive attitude, her wish to be closer to him, and the way his hard work influenced her, she doesn’t try or want her world to revolve around him.

Yes, she will cry and crumble if he doesn’t like her because she cares deeply, their relationship is a solid part of her character, but she has plenty of hobbies and plans without him, most of her problems are caused by herself or society's views and expectations of her, she wouldn’t do what Akane asks of her or change for him, not unless he is asking for something she also wants for herself.

Let’s compare how they talk about each other for a bit.

The only time Aoi talks about her feelings for Akane is in chapter 84, which is very far into the manga.

And this exposition shows her envious and insecure side, how she admires kindness and wishes she was as lovable: It shows a conflict that says as much about Aoi’s character as it does about Akane’s character.

Meanwhile, Akane consistently talks about her, and most of his expositions don’t offer any substance to his character, other than “he is in love”.

The only exposition that says as much about himself as it does about Aoi is the one in chapter 24, which shows he stalks her, and Aoi encourages it, since she trusts him, and unfortunately, she have been in need of constant protection from a young age:

Even when Akane explicitly says he’ll talk about himself.

He doesn’t.

He  proceeds to spend the whole chapter talking about Aoi.

The only thing he says about himself in that entire rant is “I hate that part of you”, which he later admits was a lie, something that he used to have her stay and listen.

He isn’t just her boy, he has a life outside her, a very busy life.

As Aoi put it, “He works hard and is dutiful.” which mostly translates to ‘helpful and trust worthy’, so he is constantly seen giving other characters advise that works or making them snap out of their bullshit: He is the reliable one.

His classmates respect him , Teru trusts his judgement, and hell even Kou, who barely interacted with Akane had called him and not a close friend like Nene, when he felt powerless and needed help.

But no matter how seriously he may take his duties or want to help people, Akane has decided he was born to love and protect Aoi.

That’s his priority, always.

His only long term goals involve Aoi, he devoted all his heart and soul to her.

If she wanted Akane to change his style to clothes he would never wear on his own, or make him get into new hobbies, or tell him to score lower than her, he would do it right away: He is comfortable being her boy, he’ll throw his pride away with no hesitation for her and do anything to make her happy to an extreme even most ‘heroines’ I see wouldn’t cross.

The one thing Aoi made VERY clear despite never saying out loud is “Keep your eyes on me. Don’t flirt with anyone else.” and that’s a wish that Akane took to heart, to the point that he is the only character that stays ‘loyal’ to his love interest even on silly extra events, like the ‘kiss day’ arts.

Everyone else send a kiss, no matter if they have a love interest or not, since is just a fun little bonus.

Akane only starts to touch her when he is confident Aoi likes him too: When he assumes she wants him, before that he always kept a certain distance, understanding he ain’t entitled to shit just because they are childhood friends.

Akane is far from perfect, he can be selfish and self centered, his approach to help usually tactless, but at his core, he always seek to do what Aoi wants, no questions asked.

His devotion is extreme to the point of being unhealthy, but he isn’t lying or trying to please Aoi here: As long as she is alive, and enjoying life, he will be delighted doing any of the things she wants. Her best hairstyle in his eyes is always the one she chose to style, the best clothes are always the ones she wants to wear.

There is nothing he likes more than her. Or to make her happy.

Even what Akane loves to do the most, which is to gush about Aoi nonstop until he looks batshit insane, is something that she had encouraged and never complained, no matter how much it escalated, so he was convinced she loved the attention.

Once she is honest and admits she doesn’t like it, he immediately tries to drop it.

He still has an ‘I was born to love you’ mentally, he just stop putting on a show, or trying to make her heart flutter. Most of his displays of worry, affection, or ‘ill protect you’ became either quiet or casual.

...Still.

He can’t help but show his love loudly from time to time, he is cringe at heart, truly hopeless, but he is trying his best.

In short: Aoi is in desperate need for more character focus, but the one determined to make their life revolve around their love interest is clearly Akane.

#while everyone wait for the chapter to be translated here is a post to pass the time #akane aoi #aoi akane #aoikane #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #and yes i wrote this because of bad takes i saw on twitter #but also cause i'll take any excuse to talk about them #jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk #tumblr i love you pls show it in the tags #character analysis

[stylescine]

Summary: A night at the tattoo studio turns out to be more interesting than you thought while meeting the owner, Harry Styles. Pairing: tattoo artist!Harry Styles x Princess!reader Warnings: angst (especially about reader's life/expectations), mention of a tattoo gun Words: 2.5k

A/N: The first chapter is here! Tell me what you think! Also considering updating every Sunday from now on :)

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You remembered the brief period in your life when you had lived with your parents in a normal house and not a palace. The walls had not been there for hundreds of years and there was no obligation to keep them as clean and unharmed as possible. You had your own room, still bigger than most kids would ever have, and all you did was put pictures up on the walls, plaster them with posters and even attach some of your favourite wristbands to the wall. They were your small creative space for that time and you had been crying the day you moved out again. 

Being inside the tattoo studio reminded you of that time again. While the room was kept in a darker tone, the waiting area consisting of a small black table, a dark armchair and a couch for two people, the walls spoke a different language. Red stripes decorated the wall behind the couch, but its opposite counterpart had many pictures of people with impressive tattoos on them. Different artworks were displayed as well, making you question how anyone could ever be talented enough to produce something like this. You remembered taking art classes every now and then as a child, but it had no future anyway – you were made for other things. 

Another small table on your left was filled with disposable cups and a coffee machine as well as sugar and some gummy bears. You assumed it was there for the clients. 

The owner walked over to the armchair and sat down in it, resting his tattooed arms on the sides. You were able to make out a mermaid tattoo as well as a heart and anchor. Your curiosity was urging you on to get a closer look at the tattoos, but you knew it would probably be uncalled for. Not many people around you were tattooed. While there was no rule banning tattoos for the royal family, none of your family members had any. Since the staff was mostly dressed in suits most of the time, you never knew if any of them were sporting tattoos. 

So your natural curiosity probably came from your distance to tattoos in general. 

“I have never talked to a princess before.”

You fumbled with your sleeves nervously at his words. Of course, he hadn’t. A part of you had even wished for him to not recognise you, but how could he live in the UK and not know your face? 

“I have never talked to a tattoo artist before.”

A low laugh came from the man. His green eyes stayed focused on you as he crossed his legs and seemed to get more comfortable in the chair. His dark curls looked as if he had run his hands through them too often. You could now make out the motive on his shirt – it seemed to be the name of a band you didn’t recognise. 

You were wondering if you had already embarrassed yourself with your words, but the man didn’t seem to show any signs of that. 

“Are you not going to sit down?” 

Sitting down meant you would have to stay. But wasn’t that what you were here for? The rain outside didn’t seem to stop and there was no way you would get home safely without being sick the next day. 

If anyone at the Palace knew about where you were, without security, they would call you naive. Following a stranger just because the weather was bad? Sounded like a death sentence. 

You hesitantly walked over to the couch and sat down on it, placing your handbag next to you. Your dress was already wet in some places and you could still feel the chill in your bones. It was warm in here, but not warm enough yet. You pressed your legs together, trying to warm up again. 

“You’re cold,” the stranger pointed out and pushed himself out of the chair. Your eyes followed him as he disappeared in another room, coming back with a light blanket. “I turned up the heating, but that’s gonna take a bit, so you can have this until then.”

He handed you the blanket which you quickly wrapped yourself up in. Why was he so kind to you? You had just been standing outside of his studio and hoped the rain wouldn’t kill you. 

“Thank you..?”

You didn’t even know his name and no sign outside gave you a hint for that. 

“Harry.”

“Harry what?”

“Styles. But why would that matter?” He looked amused for a second, a smirk on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes. 

“Because I can’t just call you by your first name,” you defended yourself. Rule number one: Never call someone by their first name (even when they were offering that to you) and always remember their title!

You were just pretty sure you didn’t have to expect a title in this case. It still didn’t change the rule for you. 

“Why can’t you?” His voice was still amused, the smirk persisting. He raised his eyebrows at you as if he was curiously waiting for an answer. It made you nervous. Why did he have to ask? Why did he have to make you so unsure about it? Was it not normal to insist on last names even if the person introduced themselves with their first one? 

“I just… I never do that.”

“Maybe you should now. I’m just Harry.”

‘Just Harry’ sat back down in his chair, but the amused expression never left his face. He seemed to enjoy this exchange and his gaze never left you. 

You gave him a small nod, still not too sure about all of this. What if you were bothering him? He surely had better things to do at this time. 

Maybe you should have introduced yourself by now. You didn’t want to come across as rude, but since he had immediately identified you as the Princess, you totally forgot that a more personal introduction should have happened. 

“I’m Y/N.” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. Do you want me to use your title or is that not necessary when I saved you from the rain?” Harry’s lips moved up into a smile again and he supported his head with his hand as he looked at you. His green eyes seemed to look right through you as if he could sense the unease inside you. You weren’t used to non-formal meetings like this. Questions like this would never have to be answered usually. 

“I don’t think it’s necessary,” you shrugged and gave him a hesitant smile. No one was here to correct you, so you might as well use the chance to be treated like a normal human being. “I would actually appreciate it if you just called me Y/N,” you added, pulling the blanket tighter around you. 

Warmth was slowly filling your body again and it didn’t feel like you were going to freeze to death anymore. 

“Got that.” Harry gave you a reassuring nod as well. “Do you want anything to drink? Is someone going to come pick you up?” 

You looked down at your hands as soon as the last question left his lips. He was right to ask that, of course, but the problem was, no one was going to come pick you up. If you called your driver now, he would fall out of bed and would then have to explain to everyone how you somehow got out of the palace. And you were sure you would kick off a crisis in the palace within seconds. 

“No, I don’t think so,” you chuckled nervously. Harry furrowed his brows, his expression puzzled. “So you’re going to walk home when the rain stopped?” He asked instead. 

“I guess.”

That was your only choice. You would just have to hope that no one would recognise you and would start a mob on the streets. Then you had to convince the first guards you would see that they had just missed you leaving the palace this morning. The thought alone was already making you nervous. Your fingers grabbed the blanket tightly as if holding onto it would give you some sort of balance again. 

There was a long silence in the room, only filled by the rain outside and the occasional sound of thunder in the distance. 

Harry eventually got up from his chair and walked over to the back room again. You bent forward a bit to catch a glimpse at what he was doing, but he soon disappeared fully. Did you already make him dislike you? Was that what most people thought of you? You had seen some of the articles the press wrote about you and your family…

Then you could hear the sound of mugs against each other, then hot water was being prepared. “How do you like your tea?” His voice sounded over to you and you placed the blanket aside to get up and walk over to him. 

The room in the back seemed to be a small office. You hadn’t noticed the two black doors on both sides before, but the door to the office was wide open. There was a computer on the desk as well as a  bunch of drawings. They ranged from snakes to roses and more complex designs like a mermaid. Harry was leaning against another table on the other side of the room which was filled with empty food packages and a kettle. Two mugs with tea bags in them were already placed next to it. 

“I usually have it with some milk and a whole lot of sugar,” you answered. “I can put it in myself, don’t worry.” 

“Good.”

When the water was ready, Harry filled both of your mugs, before handing one to you. He walked over to a small fridge underneath the first desk you had seen. He took out a carton of milk, handing it to you. There was a small cross tattooed on his hand. Maybe you could take a closer look at all the other tattoos at some point. All of it seemed so intriguing to you. 

You placed your mug down again and filled it with milk. By the time you closed it again, Harry had placed some sugar next to you. 

When you were done preparing your tea, Harry poured some milk into his own mug and then put it back into the fridge. 

Your eyes started to wander through the room more. “Is this where you work?”

That was probably a dumb question. Of course, he was working here. You still felt so out of place, so overwhelmed by the fact you were somewhere you shouldn’t be, that stupid things like this just slipped past your lips so easily. 

“This is where the organisation happens. I guess you’ve never been in a tattoo studio before?” He asked, but his tone didn’t hint at any amusement. He seemed to take you seriously nonetheless. 

“I haven’t, no,” you admitted and turned back around to Harry. He had a small smile on his lips while he took a sip from the mug. “Want me to show you around, princess?” He asked, his eyes shining with excitement. 

Pride was filling his voice and you could tell that this studio, this job, seemed to mean a lot to him. You also appreciated the fact that he was even willing to show you around. He could have just let you wait out the rain in the waiting room and be done with it. 

“I would love that,” you agreed, nodding your head. Both of your hands wrapped around the mug as you followed Harry out of the office again. “We’re not a big studio, you know? I have two rooms for the clients. I have two other people working here with me.” 

He pushed open the black door on the left, opening up the view to a room with even more drawings on the walls and a client chair in the middle. A small stool was next to it, with wheels underneath it. 

Your eyes moved to the tattoo gun next. “Wow,” you whispered, following Harry into the room. You kept your hands around the mug tightly, not wanting to spill anything or even touch something you weren’t supposed to. 

All those drawings were so impressive. There was another desk filled with them, but an iPad was on it as well. You assumed this was where Harry was designing some tattoos. 

“And you draw all of this?” You asked curiously, pointing to all the different designs around you. This was impressive to you. More than that. It was fascinating to say the least. You had seen portraits of your family members almost looking like pictures, but this was even more intriguing somehow. A few of the designs instantly clicked with you and you found yourself wondering what they would look like on your own skin. 

“I do. Well, I guess some of them are from my friend. She usually works in the other room. But the ones you saw in the office are all mine,” he explained, pointing in the direction of the room you were previously in. 

You sat the mug down on the desk absentmindedly. 

“This is honestly so cool. I’ve never been in a place like this before and this job… I wish I could do that,” you admitted, walking over to the chair to run your hand across it. For a moment, you felt like it was calling to you, to be a bit more rebellious tonight, to come home with a tattoo your parents surely wouldn’t approve of. 

It was tempting. You had always felt the need to break out of your cage, to do anything that would resemble a bit of freedom to you. 

Harry’s eyes were watching you, a shimmer of something you couldn’t quite place in them. He stepped a bit closer, pointing to the chair. “Sit down, if you want.”

You didn’t hesitate again and sat down in the chair, feeling the comfortable leather beneath you. You looked down at the insides of your arms, trying to imagine the black ink there. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking about.” Harry moved a bit closer, his eyes fixated on your arms as well. His eyes darkened and his voice grew lower. You could hear the clock ticking loudly and for a moment, you held your breath as you stared at your blank skin. 

How did the wish to go to a party turn into this? 

“I’m thinking about a cage on my arms.”

“Are you a trapped bird, princess?” He asked, eyebrows raising with curiosity. You looked at him again, straight into the green of his eyes. It reminded you of the grass outside, the freedom of running through a field. 

You weren’t supposed to answer this question. You weren’t supposed to be here. 

You weren’t supposed to look at Harry and feel the goosebumps spread over your body. The man was attractive, confident and free. The latter was something you could never be. 

You gave him a small nod and Harry pushed his stool back a bit, fumbling in the pockets of his sweatpants. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, placing one between his pink lips. 

“Sing me a song then, caged bird. I will be listening all night.”

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[yourdearannouncer]

HELLO TUMBLER DOT COM

I literally have no idea how to properly introduce myself to this website so here’s so Jazmin hotel doodles and a drawing I did recently of my OC as sacrifice! I’ve stalked this site from a distant for years (aka through Pinterest) but never had the opportunity to make an account until now. I’m a multi-fandom artist who likes to role-play and draw my silly little characters smooching other silly little canon characters (I know, cringe💀). My art-style and fixations might fluctuate a lot, and I may or may not disappear off of the face of the wart for a while only to re-appear like 5 months later with 50 different pieces and posts, but I’ll try my best to be consistent! I don’t expect to get a big following, but it would be nice to find some friends who share similar interests to me! ANYWAY SORRY FOR THE SUPER LONG RAMBLE UGH I KNOW SHUT UP GAY BOY JUST SHOW THE ART

#please ignore way my phone decided to run my art through a meat grinder #I really hope this doesn’t get buried in tumbler hell and actually sees the light of day💀 #uuuuhh other artists plz interact👉👈 #can you tell I can’t tag to save my life? #also feel free to ask questions about my oc! I’ll probably post him more #ok I should add some real tags now- #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #hazbin art #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #hazbin oc #hazbin original character #fanart #art #digital art #new to tumblr #roleplay #artists on tumblr #helluva fanart #helluva fizzarolli #oc x canon #oc art #idk man #how do you even tag this #please reach the right audience

[retellingthehobbit]

I went to read your comic on Ao3 and I noticed you'd started back in 2020. Aside from your clear and beautiful art progression, what can you tell me about the timeline of your comic?

Thank you! And yes, started this webcomic in January of 2020. “I sure hope nothing bad happens in 2020 that will hamper my ability to focus on a large personal project!” — me in January 2020 with all the naivety of youth. Top ten images taken minutes before disaster. This comic is like a deeply personal diary of my mental state, complete with the long empty hiatuses that are sort of like that part of Twilight where months of depression are represented by blank pages.

One of my favorite things about webcomics is how you can often see an artist’s style grow organically over time. I think it’s something that’s getting lost in the age of “Webtoon Originals,” where people are starting to expect webcomics to be produced by an actual production studio with a team of artists behind them and to maintain a consistent highly curated art style throughout. These professionally funded comics are fun, but they do lose the messy personal organic growth that used to separate webcomics from traditional print comics? But i could go on a whole tirade about webtoon haha 😂 !

The Hobbit is partially a story about someone learning how to express themselves. Bilbo starts the story as this stuffy little guy who is repressing a lot his own personality; he ends the story as a skilled artist writing elaborate prosy poetry about his adventures. I deliberately chose to start drawing the comic before I went to college, knowing my art style would change a lot of over that period!

Anyway here's the timeline as I remember it: Pre-development: I was working on sketches of the comic itself as early as 2016. Chapter 1 (A Bedtime Story/Tooks and Bagginses): (Posted on Tumblr in January 2020, on Ao3 later): Published shortly before I went to college. I was drawing in Paint Tool Sai, and hand-writing all the words instead of using a font. I set out to adapt at least the Unexpected Party chapter, but thought I'd probably adapt the entire novel within a year or two. ("It's a webcomic Michael. How long could it take? twelve months?") Chapter 2: (A Very Respectable Hobbit): Posted like a week after Chapter 1. This was when I still thought I could post a ten page chapter every week, haahahahahahahahahaha Fs in the chat.

HIATUS #1: DANCE BREAK: TIME FOR A GLOBAL PANDEMIC. The exact timeline of 2020 is a blur for obvious reasons, but I do remember the updates became very sporadic over this period. Chapter 3-5 (Very Old Friends and An Unexpected Party chapters): there’s a global pandemic. During Spring Break my college abruptly kicks us all off campus and sends us home. I keep looking at the “post dates” on these chapters like what??? Really? I posted that at thAt time? But there was a global pandemic happening and I was so busy and overwhelmed with college???? When did I have the time? I have no memory of drawing these. My memories of all 2020 are so blurry. I think these chapters just manifested spontaneously.

The weekly/biweekly update schedule has been tossed to the wind, never to return. Alas. Chapter 6 (An Enormously Important Dwarf, aka Thorin’s intro): I was back “at college” during our “hybrid” year, so in practice I was extremely isolated. this was posted during a year after the first chapter, in 2021. I would never have found the motivation to continue if I wasn't so excited to draw Thorin! I also joined a "comic club" at my college which was comprised mainly of awkward video calls with like three people. On a weirder note, this chapter was posted a few weeks after the January 6th attempted coup. I was drawing in a a weird headspace.

DANCE BREAK #2: IT’S TIME FOR A YEAR LONG HIATUS:

I've started to often dislike the word “burnout” when it’s applied to art. It implies that the problem is that you were drawing too much or that you can’t find inspiration, when often the problem is much bigger than your art-- it's wider economic anxieties and social circumstances outside your control. It is very hard to think clearly and create things when you are worried about your future, about work, about housing, about a global pandemic, about constant demands on your time, and about being extremely isolated. In hindsight, I wasn’t “burned out”— I was in a situation where I could not think clearly or produce anything. Chapter 7 (The Lonely Mountain): posted a full year after chapter 6. For a while I considered having this be the “last chapter” of the comic!

Changing art styles was a thing I was really motivated to do, and was my last “bucket list” item for the comic.

HIATUS #3: I get really busy with junior year of college! I grow more and more disillusioned with Tolkien as I learn more about The Hobbit Law crushing labor unions and worker's rights in New Zealand, and how Amazon takes advantage of that. The Tolkien Estate also releases a statement saying they disapprove of any unauthorized use of Tolkien's works for profit or not, which isn't really legally enforceable but is also just an act of pure contempt XD. Chapter 8 (A Tangled Web): I get sent to the emergency room in an ambulance for Reasons and begin drawing this in the weeks after, as I realize I don't care about the Tolkien Estate or Amazon or Warner Brothers or whatever hollow marketable products they produce under the tolkien brand. I think this is the weakest chapter of the comic, both in writing and art, and in hindisght think the comic works better without it pacing-wise. However!!!! I was drawing it in a weird mental state, so. XD

Also, at this point I am drawing entirely in Photoshop. Chapter 9 (Ash and Smoke): Back at college for senior year— time for dragon! The comic starts updating with something that resembles a "regular schedule!" this year had more and more people on campus in person, and I started to slowly make college friends :). Also, at this point I am the President of the comic club, and we are now meeting in person and rebuilding our comic empire. Chapter 10 (The Heart of the Mountain): Some funky bits of writing I'd like to revise at some point, but I enjoy the art in this chapter. Chapter 11 (Polite Nothings): If I were to do this all again I'd shorten this chapter and combine it with chapter 12. One important note is that originally, I tried to keep all chapters under ten pages. This made it easier to post them to Instagram and Tumblr, because tumblr still had a “ten image limit” at the time. However at some point I realized that was more trouble than it was worth, and really made the pacing difficult/slow as I struggled to split the story into ten page chunks.

A lot of webcomics often fall into what I call a “wheel-spinning” phase, where the author is so focused on finishing smaller updates that they lose the pacing of the larger narrative—- and so the story stalls out. I feel like I dealt with a lot of “wheel-spinning” while I was at college, both in my life and in my comic XD. Chapter 12 (The Quest): My internship company gives me an offer to work full-time, which I accept. in the last semester of my last year of college, I take the most helpful elective class I have ever taken: a class on using 3D models in blender to aid with blocking out illustrations. This is the first chapter where you see one of those backgrounds! From this point on my background art will improve dramatically. I also have lots of internet friends and college friends!

As I grow more confident in my art I also make the decision to change the character designs, something I’d wanted to do for a while. Chapter 13 (The Necromancer): I graduate college! It's time for some Lotte Reiniger art. I stay in my student housing until my lease ends. The art starts to grow more elaborate as I have more time to spend on it. Chapter 14 (Terms and Conditions): my summer is free, so I spend it drawing gay little hobbits. I move up North to live with my grandmother until my work start date. This is the very last “normal-sized” chapter of the comic, where I hold myself to keeping it under 10 pages. I also think this is where my new more elaborate character designs actually start to look a lot better XD.

I was finishing up apartment-hunting at this time, so both Bilbo and I were goin over contract terms. Chapter 15 (Unattached): summer free time!! More gay little hobbits. I move into my New apartment and sleep on an air mattress for a while. I have a lot of time to draw and the art gets far more complex; this chapter was also twice as long as my usual chapters. I am still proud of this chapter, honestly, even though it's gotten less attention than Chapter 16/17-- it's one I'd been excited to draw for a while. A lot of this chapter was drawn on my beautiful powerful beloved air mattress. Air mattress, my beloved. Chapter 16 (the Song of the Lonely Mountain): I start my new job! I get a BED. Lots of exciting things are happening. I was really excited to draw and post this chapter, because it’s one id been dreaming about drawing from the beginning-- it was surreal to see it "posted" because part of me never thought I'd get this far. I even started a tiktok and posted the chapter there, certain that people would enjoy it. However, tiktok basically ignored it, alas! This is why tumblr is the only social media site. Chapter 17: I continue my new job. My roommate surprises me with the news that they will move out at the end of our lease, making me realize that months have somehow passed. I make a post asking for anyone looking for roommates in Milwaukee to contact me via dms (that offer is still open, if you’re looking to move here in early June.) I privately am very confused about why anyone would ever want to leave a comfortable settled home to go off on an adventure and then realize that I am behaving exactly like pre-quest Bilbo Baggins.

Chapter 18: the chapter I am working on now!!! Another chapter I have been excited to draw forever!! It’ll feature studio-Ghibli-inspired backgrounds, exciting landscape art, and so much fun! I’ve also started a Patreon where, if you want to see “one page a week” instead of “twenty pages every Mystery number of Months” you can subscribe there. (The first page of Chapter 18 has already been posted!)

But yeah! The TL:DR:

I think the moral of all this (to me) is that it’s hard to make art if you’re just not in a position to do it, and you have to allow yourself time to grow and change as a person XD. Sometimes you need to spend a few years thinking and getting better before you're ready to go on an Adventure. I started this comic when I was very Young and Naive to the Ways of the World. The quality (and dips in quality) reflect my wildly fluctuating mental/emotional states while trying to draw each chapter in the midst of a global pandemic. My art has improved a lot lately, and I think a large part of it is really just being in a situation where I *can* improve— having a decent job, not being in the middle of a global pandemic with no vaccine in sight, not needing to live in constant fever-pitch anxiety, having friends, etc etc. I am completely different person now than I was while drawing chapter 1.

Not to be dramatic, but I think you can see there’s a lot more joy in the recent chapters than there is in some of the older ones. It's weird to look at your art and realize you've gotten happier. XD

#thanks for the ask!!! #and sorry it took so long to respond #I am Treebeard-core when it comes to responding to asks #just like I am Treebeard-core when it comes to posting this comic #it takes a very loong time to say anything in oooold entish #and we never say anyythiiiiing #unlesssss #it is worth taking #a long #time #to say #the hobbit #the hobbit comic #retelling the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings

[daniel-profeta]

top 10 songs of all time?

Changes everyday, but in no particular order some of my more consistent favorites are:

The front bottoms - Twin Sized Mattress

Car Seat headrest - Kimochi Warui *so many options here, but to pick one from this band...*

Tool - Lateralus

The Mountain Goats - Best Ever Death Metal Band Out of Denton

Phoebe Bridgers - I Know the End

Elliott Smith - King's Crossing

AJJ - People II The Reckoning

At this point I started to think harder about the songs that have meant the most to me throughout my life and as I've gotten older. For example, I like a lot of Bright Eyes songs more than First day, but that song has had way more impact on me. I play it all the time, the lyrics are permanently imprinted in my mind, and to me it's one of the most beautiful and vulnerable love songs ever written. With that in mind more and more "important" songs started coming to mind.

8. Alex G - Forever 9. Bright Eyes - First Day of My Life 10. Johnny Hobo - New Mexico Song

Now I have ten, that was easy.

Except...

I remembered that one Demarco song that makes me cry everytime I hear it. Got to include that. How many times have I listened to the Glow pt 2 during the summer? How could I leave off something from Porcupine Tree, the band that I once considered my favorite band of all time? So I kept going, through names and bands that I collect like emotional trophies, not wanting to leave anything out. They all mean so much, it's honestly pathetic. I used to hyperfixate on things like Zelda and Star Wars, then I found this shit and my brain chemistry has been altered ever since.

11. Mac Demarco - Moonlight on the River 12. Mitski - Texas Reznikoff 13. The Microphones - I Want the Wind to Blow 14. Pigeon Pit - Nights like These 15. Radiohead - Exit Music 16. The Crane Wives - Never Love an Anchor

Funny how quickly a song can feel like home. That Crane Wives song technically shouldn't even be here, I only heard it for the first time a few weeks ago. Yet maybe listening to it 30 times since qualifies it for consideration. Phoebe Bridgers has a lyric in one of her songs about wishing she had written something instead of the original artist, but she can't cause they said it first. So instead she'll learn their song and sing until the feverish inspired feeling fades away in a voyeuristic catharsis.

I think about that line constantly. Also quickly want to mention here that I'm more of an album guy. I try to listen to full records to try an experience the full piece of art the creator made. So while no song off The Downward Spiral is on my list of favorite songs, that was and is one of the most impactful albums to me as a teenager.

17. Porcupine Tree - Arriving Somewhere but not Here 18. XTC - Dear God 19. Wilco _ I am trying to break your heart 20. NIN - Burn 21. Lucy Dacus - Night Shift 22. Haley Heynderickx - Oom Sha La La 23. Swans - New Mind

Swans was hard, because there were a few songs that meant a lot to me. But ultimately there wasn't one more visceral or frankly more evil sounding than New Mind. Love the themes, love the singing style, love the backing yells, love the industrial outro, love the faint organ, love everything about that damn song.

The list kept getting longer, and for each song I was writing a paragraph to explain my choice lol. After the first like 15 I decided to stop doing that for the sake of your eyes and for risk of sounding redundant. But a major thing I love about some of these songs are how inspirational they are. Twin Sized Mattress, Denton Metal Band, Story of an Artist, they all paint a picture of the type of person I want to be. The type of art I will always support. The thing I hope to one day inspire in other people.

When you punish a person for dreaming their dream don't expect them to thank or forgive you. The best ever death metal band out of Denton, will in time both outpace and outlive you.

Those words could honestly save someone's life, it's crazy.

24. A Perfect Circle - Three Libras 25. Deftones - Rosemary 26. Frank Ocean - Ivy 27. November Suite - The Tower 28. Daniel Johnston - Story of an Artist 29. Sloppy Jane - Jesus and Your Living Room Floor 30. Big Thief - Not 31. Tyler the Creator - Boredom 32. Duster - The Landing 33. The Velvet Underground - Sunday Morning 34. The Voidz - Human Sadness 35 - 108. System of a Down - (every song) 109. Death Grips - Beware

Okay, threw these and now dozens more names are crowding my brain, and this incredibly pretentious post must come to an end. Long story short, I only have one song left to share, but each of these song has a very personal connection to me. Certain ones (like that tool song) actually changed the way I look at the world and helped me through dark periods of my life.

Many of them inspire me, some of them are just beautiful in a broken and real sorta way, and all of them feel human. The art represents something bigger than itself and the ambition knows no bounds. These songs changed my world for the better, and if you read this you are now obligated to listen to all of them.

I could ramble about music till the end of time:)

finally 110. 100 Gecs - Money Machine

#indie music #we are legion #song ranking #the front bottoms #car seat headrest #the mountain goats #tool band #phoebe bridgers #elliott smith #ajjtheband #sandy alex g #bright eyes #johnny hobo and the freight trains #pat the bunny #mac demarco #mitski #sufjan stevens #didntmakethecut #sorry sufjan #better luck next year

[badboyzbingobrunch]

Gorgeous (part 1) 18+

Hawthorne Michael Langdon x Fem witch reader

( enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary:

After the announcement that a warlock will be completing the 7 wonders, both the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, and Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies try to put up an appearance of peace between the rival schools. This new chapter of peace between witches and warlocks has a potential to pave the way for the future of magic, but when Hawthorne’s “Wonder boy” is found out to be a cheat by (y/n) she fights to make him reveal himself.

****************************************************** “Alright, Ladies. Load up on the buses” Ms. Myrtle was instructing all of the students of Robichaux’s to our respective buses. The boys school had agreed to host us out of a good faith arrangement while one of their own would be performing the 7 wonders. A male completing the 7 wonders would be a sight to behold. There has never been a warlock in history who could complete 4 of the 7 wonders let alone all of them.

It was an excruciating bus ride from Louisiana to California but, after our arrival, we were greeted by every boy attending Hawthorne’s. I looked around to each of their faces. Any one of these boys could be him. It was actually pretty exciting to experience history in the making. Robichaux students were grouped into 3s and escorted to our rooms for the next two weeks. I was grouped with Amber and Elena. I was pretty new to the academy, so anyone else was grouped with would be a stranger. They seemed nice though. Each room had a large bathroom with a tub and shower. Eager to wash the bus off, my roommates and I piled into the bathroom and began washing up. “Do you think he’s cute?” Amber was washing her ginger hair in the sink as she asked Elena who was fully submerged in the tub. Elena shrugged. “A lot of them are cute.” I was in the shower letting the hot water cure the ache in my tired bones. Personally more interested in how powerful this “wonder boy” was than if he were cute. We were asked to wear the feminine version of Hawthorne’s school uniform which was a complex uniform consisting of a button up shirt, satin vest, tie, blazer, knee length skirt, stockings and Mary Janes in all black except for the long sleeve button up shirt which was white. We were expected to wear this uniform every day during our attendance here. Were we expected to participate in lessons? I suddenly felt nervous about this venture. What if I embarrassed myself in front of these strangers? My nerves kept sleep at bay. Looking at the clock it was 5 am, and I heaved a defeated sigh before putting on the uniform and pulling my hair into a neat style. Maybe the library would be a good place to practice my spells before breakfast. The entire school was silent, as everyone slept peacefully. The underground school was a true work of art, looking much more suited for a museum instead of a school. As I approached the library I could hear faint cursing from the other side of the door. I reached for the door knob just as a tall blonde boy ran out and slammed against me. The force was so intense that I fell back hard onto my bottom. He stood with his feet firmly planted on the ground and sneered in my direction. “Watch where you are going.” He spoke calmly with a cold indifference as he rolled his eyes and took elegant strides away from me. “You ran into me, jerk!” I called after him in vain as he disappeared down the hallway. Such a punk! It doesn’t matter how neatly groomed he may be. He is still a thug. A dark haired boy equally well groomed exited the library next and extended a hand to help me up. “William Banks. It’s a pleasure to meet such a lovely witch so early in the morning.” I accepted his hand with a grateful smile. “(Y/n) (L/n). It’s a pleasure to be met by a gentleman after a run in with a thug. What was his problem anyway?” William shrugged. “Something about his dad not answering him. He must be dead or something because he keeps casting summoning circles. Langdon is a weird guy, but way powerful.” My heart ached at the thought of the boy desperately trying to contact his dead father, and suddenly his rudeness was easily forgivable. “Thank you for your kindness. I’ll see you around?” William nodded eagerly. “Absolutely you will.”

Michael POV:

I just can’t understand why he isn’t answering me? Am I supposed to complete the 7 wonders on my own? Am I supposed to be proving myself to him? “Mr. Langdon! Perhaps you misunderstood the rule that ALL students were to be in attendance of their respective classes at 7 sharp. Maybe you thought you didn’t need to learn more from us now that you are our resident GOLDENCHILD, but I assure you that you do.” Mr. Chablis stood over the couch that I was resting my eyes on. I stood as respectfully as I could as I looked down at his smaller frame. “Forgive me, sir. I was up all night practicing for my performance of the 7 wonders. I rested my eyes for only a moment, but time got away from me.” I gave a small apologetic smile hoping to successfully charm him into staying out of my business. “Right! Well drink this, it’ll put some PEP back into your step.” He handed me a black mug filled with a camel colored liquid. I scrunched my nose as I tried to decipher what he was giving me. “What is it?” “Coffee!” Mr. Chablis then preceded to laugh at his own joke. A joke I was obviously not privy to because I was unaware of what was supposed to be funny about giving a boy a cup of coffee? Was I the joke. Was my reaction what was funny to him? I shook the thoughts from my head and brought the warm porcelain to my lips. The liquid burned my tongue and esophagus. But I only focused on the flavor. My mouth would heal in about a 3 seconds, but I liked the creamy flavor of this drink. It was a curious blend of bitter and sweet. Mr. Chablis was right. It did put some “pep” in my step. My first class was transfiguration which was Mr. Chablis‘ class. Obviously he is the only instructor who cares if I am late. I arrived in the middle of the girl’s academy instructor teaching how to change the color of roses. “Thank you, for joining us. Just take a flower and sit anywhere. We haven’t started yet, so you are just in time.” Mr. Chablis extended a bucket filled with white roses towards me. I took one with a nod of appreciation to my instructor. The girl who got in my way last night was sitting in a corner all alone. Why was she outside the library so early anyway? The witches came all this way just to see me perform the 7 wonders. Maybe she came to see me. I may as well have a little fun with them while they are here for me, right? I strutted towards her and sat on the floor of the library. My knee gently grazed her thigh as I sat. I expected some sort of reaction of excitement, but she only gave me a small nod acknowledging my presence before turning her attention towards her instructor. Playing hard to get huh? That’s okay, I like cat and mouse. I redirected my attention to the instructor who was twirling her own white rose in her hand. “Today we are going to be changing the color of these roses. It can be any color you like but it must be one solid color. Do not focus too hard on the change or it may change many times, and do not focus to little or the rose will not change at all. Roses are stubborn like that.” She examined her rose and continued. “Try to imagine the rose shifting in your mind and encourage the rose to change.” She extended the rose for everyone to see and smiled as it shifted from white to a deep red. “Now you try.” The girl beside you focused deeply on her rose. Quicker than anyone else’s it shifted to a warm yellow. I looked at the white rose in my hand. It was the color of innocence and purity. I imagined it becoming tainted with my energy. The petals turned to a deep red before shifting quickly to black before the petals fell and turned to ash as they hit the ground. There were several cheers from my schoolmates who were struggling to change the color of their own roses. “Ms. Benson, He didn’t follow instructions.” It was a girl’s voice from beside me. I leaned in to whisper into her ear playfully. “Tattle tale.” Her ears and cheeks began turning red from my small action. Cute. The instructor came towards us and smiled softly.

“No, you did the task right. You only put too much into it. Remember that the flower is stubborn but also precious. Think about something precious to you, something that you wouldn’t want to hurt with your magic and try again.” 

            She handed me a new rose and just like before it turned deep red, then black, then the petals fell and turned to ash when they hit the floor. I cracked my neck in frustration and tried again with the same result. Why couldn’t I do this? My vision began to blur and I felt the familiar drip of blood from my nose. I was wasting too much energy on this. Suddenly, the rose in my hand burst into flames resulting in shocked gasps from the others in the room. Not beside me though, I felt a friendly hand soothing the tension on my shoulder. “It’s okay, you don’t have anything to prove.” That’s where she is wrong. I was fading into my subconscious, but her one stupid fucking comment grounded me into reality. I grabbed the front of her jacket and pulled her up so that she was eye level with me. “You don’t fucking know me.” In one swift motion I released her and stood. I then wiped my nose on my jacket sleeve and left the library.

******************************************************

        I adjusted my uniform as he left. “Damn…Wonder boy is touchy.” One of the girls from Robichaux’s spoke. Her name is Coco. I didn’t know her personally but when we took lessons together she seemed nice. “Are you okay, (y/n)? That was a real dick move.” I nodded as Coco tried to comfort me. I felt overwhelmed and dizzy. Suddenly my vision began to blur and I fell to the floor. The last thing I saw was Ms. Benson’s face as she cleared space for me to breathe. 

        I woke up in a small infirmary with Ms. Benson placing a cold wet rag onto my forehead. She gasped and called the attention to someone else in the room. “Cordelia! She’s awake.” The face of my supreme came into view and she elegantly took a seat at the foot of my recovery bed. “Are you alright, (y/n)?” I nodded slowly as I sat up in the bed. my muscles ached as I moved. I must have been laying in one spot for a long time. “I need you to be very honest with me. Did Michael do this to you?” Her voice was grave. I enthusiastically shook my head. “No! I just fainted. He yelled at me, but he didn’t do anything. I didn’t sleep last night and I’ve been practicing so much. I think I am just exhausted and fainted..” Cordelia nodded in understanding and began petting my head in a motherly display of affection. “Why do you ask? Is he in trouble?” Cordelia and Ms Benson looked to each other silently before Ms benson answered. “He has been banned from performing the 7 wonders because of what we thought he did to you.” I sprung up so quickly that my head flooded and fell back onto the pillow. “You have to tell him he can perform them again! How long have I been asleep?” Ms. Benson patted my forehead with the cold rag and nodded. “You have only been asleep a couple of days. It was a temporary ban until you woke to tell us what happened.” 

        I rose slowly this time. “I have to tell him I’m sorry…” Cordelia and Ms. Benson helped me up. “Would you rather one of us did it?” Cordelia offered gently. I shook my head now able to stand on my own two feet. I need to know where he is.-“ “- I can show you to his room.” William Banks was standing in the doorway.  With a small bouquet of yellow roses in his hand.

#michael langdon x reader #michael langdon #hawthorne Michael #Michael Langdon imagine #michael langdon x you #michael Langdon x witch #BadBoy #slowburn #enemies to lovers #michael Langdon au

[aihoshiino]

So what are your thoughts on kana now having black holes in her eyes instead of a galaxy? and did you ever think we would ever get dark kana? because i was honestly surprised aka gave her that because i thought the dark eyes will be for the hoshino's only

So this is the part where I out myself as a Fake Oshi no Ko Fan™ and admit... I honestly don't put a lot of stock into Eye Style Analysis and I never have lol. Like, obviously there is symbolism being communicated in the hoshigan but the way people go really wild trying to categorize and decode all the ways eyes are drawn is like... I get this is rich coming from me of all people but I really don't think it's that deep lol.

Stylizing a characters' eyes a certain way to express the depth or intensity of their emotions or headspace is pretty common practice in visual storytelling and I don't think it necessarily requires this degree of fandom scrutiny. After all, there's at least three minor characters I can think of off the top of my head who also have really distinctive or notably stylized eyes but are just... not important to the manga's overall story.

So to begin with, the idea of Kana's 'galaxy eyes' being a thing or having some kind of special deep inherent meaning specific to her just never really hit for me. And from there, I didn't really have the same 'oh shit' moment other folks seemed to have in seeing her eyes rendered with those dark swirls, especially because it isn't even necessarily consistent enough in the art to compare it to something like the hoshigan, imo.

I think it's just stylization to get across the intensity of the moment and of Kana's feelings, especially in terms of drawing visual parallels between her and Nino who has similarly creepy eyes.

As for if 'dark Kana' came as a surprise... kind of yes, kind of no? I think the story has done a really good job at building this simmering tension between her and Ruby ever since the Mainstay arc so it was inevitable that it would need to come to a head - tbh, all the people who have been getting mad or saying that this was forced or out of nowhere really surprised me because like... Kana has been sitting on this for a long while now! The only way this could be news is if you have just not been paying attention to where her feelings have been at in the story.

For me personally, I expected all this would be addressed eventually, but having it here and now and the way it's tied into Ruby's relationship with Ai was a really nice surprise.

I can't really say a whole lot more about it just because I think my feelings about the arc as a whole are going to depend on where it lands but this feels like one of the big shakeups to the cast dynamic and individual arcs that I was really hoping would happen during the Movie arc. So it'll depend on if Aka sticks the landing and if it translates properly into long term status quo changes, more or less.

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #onk spoilers #kana arima

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: Spider-man : Across the Spiderverse

thanks @knightsweeties for drawing my icon's spidersona

So I am WAY behind on movies I should have been watching and Finally cleared my schedule enough to watch this movie

So I think I will break it down into the following. As a fan of into the spider-verse, my expectations for this film are a lot higher than most movies. Here's how I am breaking it down.

Animation

Plot

The Characters

The Lesson

Does it live up to the hype

Final Thoughts

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Animation

Across the Spiderverse is an animation marvel.

I wouldnt call it beautiful, because that is such a mundane term. It is artistically masterful. It even goes beyond what it had done in the previous film.

The way the film has each universe has its own art, color and style that transfers to each character. The level of detail is beautiful. The way colors are used in Gwen's universe. How Hobie is never looking consistent in any shot he is in because in his own words "He hates consistency" Its incredible.

The animation is the best part of the movie. If the animation is a cut above the rest and it is the best I have every seen in a CGI film.

10/10 (And that is a hard 10)

Plot

The film takes place a year and 4 months after the events of Into the spiderverse. There is a group of inter dimensional spider people that go around to fight anomalies and ensure the "Canon" is maintained.

Miles aka Spiderman is just trying to get a hang of his life as Spider man, his parents are worried about his future and now he has a new villain, the Spot. The Spot is obsessed with becoming Miles/Spiderman's nemesis and is hopping universes to increase his power.

Miles ends up in trouble with the interdimensional spider people and their leader, Miguel o'hara. And it culminates in the Spot becoming a massive threat to the multiverse, Miles being chased down by the spider people because he is an anomoly and him ending up in a dimension from where the Spider that bit him came from. A world where there is no spider man.

Now there is SO much to cover and this movie is a 2 hour and 20 minutes and it is only PART 1!

Now there are also a bunch of other story lines like with Gwen and her dad, Peter B parker becoming a father and The Spot figuring out his powers. But that is only the beginning.

Now the way the movie takes its time to set things up is fine... but it also feels like there are some things that could have been cut. It feels so long. The movie does do a good job to ensure it never feels boring, but at the same time it feels cluttered and empty in random intervals.

The first part does leave me excited for part 2, but I also feel like I have a lot of movie to process already and I am not in a rush to see part 2.

I think the previous film did a better job maintaining the hype and pacing, while also giving so much development.

Overall 8/10

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The Characters

Miles Morales: Miles is as great as he was in the first film. You sympathize with his situation, he never comes off as annoying or jerkish because the movie does a good job in making sure you understand his perspective. Even when he is arguing with his parents, you know he wants to tell them but all the advice he has been given is NOT to. The problem with Miles though is that his problem is basically the same as the first one, people keep telling him what he is or needs to be and he has to find his own way and rise up. It feels a bit repetitive. But that being said it is a twist on it because with the situation we as the audience have to figure out if Miles is in the right or not.

Spider-Gwen: Gwen gets more development here, including the focus on her dynamic with her father. The strain that occured when he found out that his daughter was the vigilante that he believed killed his daughter's best friend. Its a whole can of worms as Gwen is basically dimension hoping to avoid dealing with that. We also see how she and miles grow closer ONLY to seperate as he learned the truth on why she never visited and why he is an anomoly. Gwen does manage to make up with her dad and she has a new mission, saving Miles. She is in her own way just as much of a main character in this as Miles, which is great for her as it allows us to explore her character more. Her character is one of the best.

The Spot: When it comes to pathetic villains that grow into massive threats, you can say I have a soft SPOT for them. I like the backstory and how absurdly dumb it is but how it makes sense. The spot is growing into his own and a twisted version of miles, like he had to deal with in the first movie. Coming into his own but lacking control only to grow exponentially as he grew in confidence. The spot now has a mission, be the true nemesis of Miles whether he wants it or not, and he is willing to rip apart the multiverse to do it.

Miguel O'Hara: The hard ass future spiderman that is obsessed with making sure no other universe collapse. He is fervent in his belief that Canon can not be broken and any and all threats to the spiderverse need to be dealt with. He is also a foil to Miles because he is a bigger, serious and seemingly more competent version of him. Miles' own friends take this guy's side over his, and it is a great point of tension. Personally, I think he is wrong with his takes and while the movie tries to show him as right, it fails to take into account how inaccurate it is by ignoring the times things DIDNT break. If Canon was so definitive, than Miles universe would have collapsed when his world's spiderman died. Regardless I do like the character.

The Spiders: The other spider people were great. Seeing Peter b parker, and Spider byte were some of my personal favorites. Spider woman was great... but it bothered me that a PREGNANT WOMAN was doing all this crazy dangerous stuff. I dont care if she is a spider person that is dangerous and could cause a TON of complications. WHY DID NO ONE POINT OUT THE DANGER TO HER? Rant done, I did enjoy all the jokes that were made and most of the spiders were endearing and fun to see. (Lego spider man is the best one confirmed by Miguel)

Overall solid 9/10. While Gwen got an upgrade and Miguel was a welcome antagonist I think there were a LOT more characters here and it cost some of them development. But despite that it is still good.

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The Lesson

Its basically a coming of age story that life is unpredictable and that people can advise you but you are the only person that can decide how you write your story. That is similar to Miles story in the first one and it could be argued that this is just an expansion on that. Or it can be said that the first lesson was to rise to the occasion and never fear failure while this is to push forward and decide whats right for you.

Overall its done well if a bit of a rehash.

9/10

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Does it live up to the Hype?

Yes. 100% if you liked the first one you will love the second one. But I can also see the argument that the first movie was great as a stand alone, and with this being part one it now becomes dependent on how the second part delivers, that is the problem with movies in Parts. I do think it will deliver, so I am not worried on that end. So yes, it lives up to the hype.

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Final thoughts

Across the Spiderverse brings a new redefinition of animation as we know it, it is a solid plot and it has a lot of hype and build up going into the next part. I am glad I waited before watching as it allows me not to get sucked into people's opinions and I can say I enjoy it without just agreeing with the crowd.

solid 10/10 for me. It is one of the best Animated movies I have ever seen and I cant wait for part 2.

Also what is with spider people and child endangerment? Spider woman and peter B parker. I got my EYE on you

TLDR: Its an INCREDIBLE movie, its long and it lives up to the hype.

#spiderman atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman #gale reviews #spider man: across the spider verse

[blaiddfailcam]

Saw a post drawing attention to the details that artists tend to overlook/ignore when drawing Blaidd and desperately wanted to chime in, but I'm shy and didn't want to hijack their post lol. So I'll make my own.

Obviously, there are no rules in art and you can alter details to your preference. For me, though, Blaidd's features are what actually drew me to him in the first place, as I feel they make him stand out among the masses of anthropomorphic character designs that have become highly standardized. (Honestly, I thought he was a step back in From's creativity when he first appeared in trailers, before I got a closer look at him.)

I may not be an exceptional artist, and my style is inconsistent, but these are features I like to keep in mind when I draw him!

Head details

Eyes are angled upward, snout downward. This gives him a more relatable, anthropomorphized face.

Eyes are violet! (The Black Wolf mask has different colored eyes, appearing a generic yellow-white.)

Both eyes are open. His left eye is "wincing," but it's still open. He is one of few characters who never blink.

His scarring isn't deep like lacerations, but broader and mostly about his snout, particulary on his cheeks, consistent with abrasion. His eye is not scarred. (Again, the Black Wolf mask differs with its much more grisly wounds.)

His lower fangs give him an almost boar-like appearance, lol.

His neck connects behind his jaw; his cranium is smaller than you'd expect, as his mane sticks up quite high.

Mane is silver and appears light and wispy.

His fur is rather scant and patchy, though he has these sort of "mutton chops." The fur above his left eye is furrowed.

His snout has a cute "bump" just beneath the browline.

Body and proportions

Blaidd is actually quite slender! His cape makes him appear bulkier, coupled with his robust cuirass. (When the player wears it, their chest looks twice as thick.)

His arms and ankles are noticeably narrow.

His head is rather small for how tall he is, which also makes him appear more built.

He's got big-ass feet, but he's plantigrade.

He does not have a tail.

Lore accuracy

Blaidd, like many characters we meet, is potentially thousands of years old, and his age shows on his battered face. Perhaps when he was younger, his head was fluffier, his mane shorter, and his eye uninjured.

Oddly enough, his cape's item description seems to suggest he lacks fur below his neckline, or at least it's too scant to protect him from the cold.

As such, his cape appears to be the pelt of one of the blue dire wolves used as mounts by the Albinauric archers, and an immense one at that.

Since his cape was fashioned to resist Ranni's frost, I find it less likely that he wore it prior to the disposal of her Empyrean body, fully becoming a frost witch.

The crest on his armor appears to depict two feminine figures holding hands.

Most importantly

None of this matters in the end. The point of art is to have fun, and for me, my fun is derived from achieving accuracy while testing what stylization will allow. :)

He has a weird head.

#elden ring #blaidd #my art

[faebles-fairyland]

My art style is never consistent bruh, every time I draw this mf, he looks different 💀

I have literally never posted before but I’ve always wanted to share some of my Schmendrick art because I draw Schmendrick… a lot. He is literally my everything, my sunshine. I have never loved a character more in my life. My blog for a really long time now was supposed to have been a Schmendrick dedicated blog but like… I don’t really post on social media much and I won’t lie, I’m shy asf. But idk, I think it would be fun to have a blog just dedicated to him cuz there’s not a lot of Schmendrick blogs out there and I’d love to share my love for him with others. So maybe expect more from me 🕺🏻

#schmendrick #schmendrick the magician #the last unicorn

[spookymultimedia]

how did you become so good at this thing of art?? like i love you

When I was 7-13 years old I would draw pretty much daily in my sketchbooks. I've never in my life had an issue with an empty sketchbooks, I had the problem of filling it up too fast. Every day I just drew my favorite characters doing whatever I wanted. I'm autistic so engage with my special interests by drawing them.

Every year in highschool I took an art class that taught me how to use different mediums, art styles and methods of drawing. I think doing those studies helped a lot. Just dipping your toes into different stuff helps.

Drawing from real life helped me slot. In middle school I would draw realistic portraits of my favorite characters from Pirates of the Caribbean while watching them in motion. What also helped was trying to draw in different styles and letting it influence my own style. Some of my influences are Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,Steven Universe, Anime (I refuse to say which one), Batman The Animated Series, The Simpsons, South Park and other semi-realistic fan artists I've taken inspiration from. My biggest inspiration for my semi-realistic art style is Lopodiddy on DeviantArt.

Another thing I think has helped with improvement is not tying myself down to one single medium or art style. I let myself be creative and try new things, it's healthy for the brain. Which is why I call myself Spookymultimedia. I know alot of people stress over finding the one art style and staying consistent with it but you can't get there without exploration and study. So expecting yourself to have a consistent art style, especially as a learning artist, is setting yourself up for failure.

Also this works for me and I swear by it. Occasionally draw realism or figure drawing helps improve your anatomy and how to structure the body and hair. Just one session of either does wonders, at least it works for me. I highly recommend these videos to do guided figure drawing with

And I connot stress enough, THIS BOOK, USE IT

Here free link: you have no excuse. It's right here.

[superman--yoosung]

こんにちは！元気ですか？⬇️ I saw your taking matchups! so….I would like a Romantic Matchup for Mystic Messenger please? 어쨌든, 시작하자!

Hi @averagetoyakinnie, nice to meet you! Yours is one of the most vibrant and vividly-formatted asks I have ever seen (in a very positive way!) From one creative to another, I wish you all the best in your artistic endeavors!!

Your Mystic Messenger matchup is...................

707 !!

"Oh, Joey, I saw you were duo-ing with Seven in LOLOL the other day! You two have taken the top spots, that's impressive, hehe. But wait, why haven't either of you joined the Shooting Star guild with me?!"

To outsiders of the RFA, you and Luciel Choi seemed like a rather flashy couple. Bold fashion, Luciel's startlingly bright hair, and energetic personalities when combined - the two of you were impossible to miss whenever you cruised by in one of Seven's sports cars. To those in your circles, you were - well, you were still all those things. But you were also known to be considerate, knowledgeable, and highly creative. Out of all the members, it was often the two of you who were able to most consistently produce innovative solutions to problems that came up.

The love between the two of you already proved itself once - and Luciel couldn't wait to see what would come next in your shared story.

Fun details:

707 loves dressing up, so when he realizes your varied tastes in clothes, he'll start buying outfits that cater to those tastes. He'll send pictures of his cosplays (and crossplays) your way for you to critique the outfits and give your fashion input. Once you're an established couple, he will definitely go on a shopping splurge to buy matching outfits (and cosplays) in all the styles and brands you prefer. (And yes, that goes for Saeran, too - he's not going to be left out of this!) Honestly, this is a great way for Seven to bond with you; he thinks your taste in fashion is top tier.

Any time something you've had a hand in producing goes live, there will be an influx of posts about it on social media. Suspicious timing, you say? Seven has no idea what you're talking about. Nope. He definitely didn't make bots to promote your works the instant they're out. Why on earth would he do that? (Spoiler: he definitely did do all that.) If you take issue with the publicity, he'll stop, but only because he'll start spamming his own many socials with the information instead. His words and over-the-top lovey-dovey comments are still always sincere - he resonates with your works, and if you ever steal the headphones off his shoulders, don't be surprised to hear your music echoing back at you.

What with your humor and Seven's memeing, there is never a dull moment in the RFA chat. Even after Luciel tones it down later on, you two will always be a source of lively energy, especially when you're both together. You're able to bounce off one another's quips almost instantly, like it's second nature. You're also both very intelligent and knowledgeable. Yoosung will always come to you first, though, for help with subjects you know well; it's up to you whether you decide to help him, or do a little trolling.

Seven is delighted to find someone with as many varied interests as him; he will always take you up on an offer to join you in an activity you enjoy. He may be good at it, or he may absolutely suck at it - but he'll always give it a try and have fun with the process! Sometimes he'll pretend he's bad at something, too, like when he pretended not to know how to skateboard - but you see right through the act, because of how he handles himself in the small details. Either way, expect things to always be fun and full of laughter if he's tagging along.

Later on, your more artistic pursuits will be intriguing for Saeran to hear about and see in action. If you decide to share those interests with him, he will eventually come around to them, and if you ever put up a small gallery in your home of digital art or give a private concert for Luciel and he cries like a baby by the end of it - well, that's between the three of you.

You and Seven will sometimes switch to different languages while speaking or messaging. Sometimes it's to troll the rest of the RFA a bit, or annoy them, but sometimes it's just because one of you is bored or the thought you'd like to convey is better said in another language. Anyways, Luciel's door passwords are no match for you, so he's just going to have to learn Tagalog faster than you can if he wants to keep you out, isn't he?

Any and all of your date ideas are fine by Luciel. In fact, why not do multiple in a day? (He's a bit hesitant to leave Saeran alone, but as long as your most trusted maid is at home to babysit, he's down for anything and everything.) Expect many handmade gimmicks and knick-knacks from Saeyoung. Like the robo-cat, his gifts have dual purposes beyond just appearance, though sometimes while on a date, he'll sneak something simple home, like a flower you stared at for too long (yes, plucked straight from the neighbor's garden as is, he's a menace like that) or a keychain from your favorite anime. Enjoy these gifts - they are all given sincerely and with love!

When you give him a drawing for the first time, Seven is just... floored. What did he do to deserve something so precious and intimate? It will be his most treasured item, even long after you've settled into life together. He will take in every little detail, every sketched line or color, and his heart will never fail to skip a little faster than normal. This is, after all, the fruit of conscious effort and labor by you made with him in mind. It's proof that you think about him. It's proof you care. That's more than enough for him, yet you choose to share even more - and my, how it makes him realize how impossibly lucky he is.

It was love at first sight for Seven. The moment he saw you on that camera, he was gone. Your fashion, your looks, the way you carry yourself... He wasn't lying about the 2.35 seconds - he couldn't look away. And of course, over the time you spent on the messenger app and in person, he only fell deeper for you as he got to know your personality and soul. With you and Saeran by his side, Saeyoung thinks that - maybe, finally - he can finally learn what a true, happy family is meant to be. You are his source of hope.

~~I also thought of Yoosung for you, but I wasn't sure if you'd prefer that since he was in your kins. (And more importantly, he does the "You're just like XXXX" thing, which you mentioned you dislike.) Anyways, I hope this is to your liking!

#mysme #mystic messenger #mystic messenger matchups #mysme matchups #707 #707 x reader