#technically this is also art cause i drew a BUNCH but yeah

[scoupssolo]

17 Day's of S.Coups Day 11: Weverse Magazine

#17daysofscoups #S.coups #scoups #kpopgfxnetwork #drm.pst #idolsincedits #mgroupsedit #ultkpopnetwork #seventeen #seungcheol #svt #Cheollie #drm.gfx #technically this is also art cause i drew a BUNCH but yeah #uh fun fact that one thats over his face I didnt orignally trace and it was SO CLOSE but it looked like i just did a bad job tracing... so #i fixed it and now it just looks super traced lmao #uh his eye drawing is my FAVORITE #i was tempted to actually just post that alone tbh.... #anywayyyyy pls enjoy only a week left i cant believe it!!!! almost scoups day <333

[talkfantasytome]

I don't know if this counts as a ship but if you could write about the Valkyries with these prompts I would love you immensely

“You can’t just say a bunch of words that sound like Latin and expect to make magic.” + “I told you not to summon demons in the house!” + “Do you know any spells to get rid of this thing?”

Eh, ship could mean any type of relationship. 👀 Though, I did bring more into this, cause I couldn't help myself. LOL But I love this!

Gwyn manages to summon a demon, despite Nesta's rules against doing just that.

Warnings: Innuendo | Word Count: 1,852 | Read on AO3

We're Not Monsters Masterlist

a/n: Really hope I did this service! I love the prompt, and tried to give the Valkyries as much as I could, but I couldn't help but bring in the other characters, and maybe put a biiiit of extra focus on Nessian over others...I can't help it. There's a shocking amount of 0 Nessian requests in my inbox for Halloween...

I'm not sure on how I feel about the piece overall, so hope you like it!

Also, along with the prompts, inspiration was drawn from @tellmelater 's art piece here. Particularly stuff around Az, Cassian, and my idea of what the girl's were wearing. Even though I didn't describe much of that last piece.

Not edited. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

"I told you not to summon demons in the house!"

Nesta was frozen in place where she stood in the archway that led into the living room. The couches had all been pushed back and the rug removed, the space clear and empty save for the large symbol drawn in salt and the tall, broad shouldered, handsome male standing in the center of the pentagram. He had fairly short hair, falling just a bit above his eyebrows, and lovely hazel eyes that sat in a classically beautiful face. But, what really drew Nesta's attention was the swirling shadows that seemed to hug his body, shadows that whispered his true essence on the wind.

"I didn't!" Gwyn argued, rolling her eyes. "He's a vampire."

Nesta gave her a flat, 'are-you-kidding-me' look as she blinked at one of her best friends. "Vampires are demons, Gwyn."

"Um, if I may, I'd have to agree with ginger," the male offered, his voice low and dark, sending chills through the room.

"Oh, so you don't have demon blood in you?" Nesta asked sarcastically, smirking as his face fell, the only admission she'd likely receive from him.

Nesta sighed as she walked over to the bookshelf, running a finger along the old, leather-bound books as she looked for the right one. This was an absolute nightmare - demon summoning was one of the things Nesta never touched. When Emerie and Gwyn moved in, partially with the intention of learning to hone their magic from Nesta, she'd been very adamant that demon summoning was off the table. It was far too risky and unpredictable.

"Hey, what's goin-" Emerie's voice cut off as she entered the room, and Nesta looked over her shoulder to see the tan woman staring at the vampire, mouth open with just the smallest curve to her lips. "Okay, who's he?"

"Some demon," Nesta huffed.

"Vampire," Gwynn corrected.

"Or, you know, you could just call me Az," he suggested, rubbing his neck while Nesta pulled out what she hoped was the right book.

Gwyn smiled up at him. "Az? That's your name?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Well, my name is Azriel, but you can call me Az," he shrugged.

"Wait, what?! But I thought we weren't allowed to summon demons," Emerie whined, walking over to Nesta, her face scrunched.

"You're not," she snapped, flipping through the book as quickly as she could. "Why? Have you been looking into it? Do you know any spells to get rid of this thing?!"

Azriel scoffed from where he was trapped within the circle. "I'm not a thing. I'm a being, and I use the he and him pronouns, for what it's worth."

"You care about that?" Gwyn questioned, her teal eyes wide and full of surprise.

He threw her a small smile. "Of course. We're not monsters."

"Technically, you are," Nesta sighed, slamming the book closed and tossing it onto a nearby table. She really wasn't in the mood to deal with this, not after cleaning up the mess Emerie had made earlier in an attempt to cook entirely with magic. "And I'm guessing you're not going to tell me how we can banish you?"

Az shook his head, his smile turning into something slightly wicked. "No way. I greatly appreciate the interruption. The guy I work for…well, typically he's fine, but he can be a right pain in the ass when he doesn't get his way. Just feel bad my brother got left behind."

Emerie took a few steps toward the circle, fingers tucked into the back pockets of her high-waisted black shorts. "Couldn't you just try something like 'Demonis Banto'?"

Nesta sighed loudly as Az bit down on a chuckle. "I've already told you, you can't just say a bunch of words that sound like Latin and expect to make magic. Besides, with your accent, that word sounds a bit too much like baeto, which can mean go, but can also mean c-"

"Az! There you are!" another male voice exclaimed as a massive, hulking figure appeared in the circle.

"…come," Nesta whispered, now completely lost as she stared at the most attractive male she'd ever seen. He was so tall she practically had to tilt her neck to get a look at him, not that she would have minded staring straight at his chest, and those shoulders…gods, how could someone be so broad and muscular, yet still seem so graceful. It must have all been lean muscle, and Nesta couldn't help but wonder exactly what it looked like beneath that flannel shirt he was wearing. His eyes were hazel, like Azriel's, only they seemed to glimmer with flecks of gold that she didn't notice in the other's, and his face was all hard lines and roughness, making him appear almost wild. Or, that may have been the near-shoulder-length hair, onyx and entrancing.

The male looked at her, hearing her final word, and gave her a cocky smile. "You first, sweetheart."

Nesta raised her eyebrows at the comment, the fire of a challenge being offered enough to get her mouth and brain moving, and keep her features schooled enough to hide any reaction she was feeling internally. Particularly the one at the top of her legs. "I doubt it, I'm not so easy to please," she fired back at him, her insides churning at the spark in his eyes.

"I'm sure I co-" He was cut off as he took one too many steps forward and found himself being bounced back by the barrier the circle provided.

"Cassian," Azriel sighed, shaking his head. "Surely, by now, you can tell when you've been summoned and are trapped?"

The male - Cassian - grumbled, eyes narrowing as he looked Nesta over with an unsatiable hunger and hopeless determination. It had her entire body heating, but she couldn't let herself think about that.

"Well, at least we know that works," Nesta said, turning to look at her two students, both of whom were biting down on their lips to try and hide their giggles. She chose to ignore that. "Time to figure out how to banish them."

"You sure you want to do that?" Emerie asked, her voice laced with amusement.

"What else would I do?" Nesta replied in exasperation.

Emerie grinned. "Blow off some steam?"

Gwyn lost it at that, slapping a hand over her mouth to cover the laughter. Even Az offered a few chuckles, but Cassian just kept staring at her, as if her attempting to undress her with his eyes. She had a feeling he could tell exactly what was under her own outfit, but she had to admit, she didn't leave much to the imagination. The black corset highlighted her figure perfectly, and the flared black skirt barely fell one-quarter way down her thighs.

"They're demons," Nesta breathed, feeling as if she were repeating herself. "And all that stuff about demons owing you something if you summon them is complete crap, so if we let them out we'll have literally no control over them once the sun goes down."

"The sun?" Cassian mused, his mouth quirking into a half-smile. "That has no effect on me, sweetheart."

All three girls turned, looking at him in shock.

"He's a werewolf," Azriel explained, his voice growing bored. "But, I can assure you, he's easy to keep on a leash." Nesta gave him an incredulous look and he exhaled loudly. "Look, I have no interest in wreaking havoc, nor does my brother. But we would like a little break from our boss."

"Yeah, dude's in a real mood ever since that girl turned down his offer to buy her soul," Cassian agreed, running some fingers through his hair. "We'll be good house guests, won't even leave the building if you'd prefer."

"Oh, please!" Gwyn exclaimed, moving to Nesta's side and taking her hand. "Can we keep them? Just for the weekend?" Nesta didn't miss the way her freckled friend's eyes moved back to Azriel as soon as she asked the question.

"I vote we let them out, too," Emerie offered. "It'll be so much more fun, and it's not like any of us know how to send them back anyway." She looked over at Nesta and smirked wickedly. "Besides, I really shouldn't be the only one in the house getting some."

"I'm not having sex with a demon," Nesta argued, which seemed to prompt a scoff from Cassian that had her glaring at him again.

Emerie's eyes flicked to Gwyn purposefully before falling back on Nesta. "Maybe I wasn't talking about you."

At that, Gwyn looked down at her shoes, blushing deeply, but that wasn't what surprised Nesta. It was the soft flush that appeared on Azriel's face that had her raising her eyebrows again. She was about to respond when she heard the door to her house open and close, footsteps approaching them quickly.

"Babe? You here?" the familiar voice of Emerie's girlfriend called out just as the gorgeous blonde walked into the room. "Whoa, what are you all doing?" She draped an arm around Emerie as she wagged her eyebrows at the girls. "Did I just walk in on some weird, kinky foreplay?"

Nesta rolled her eyes as Emerie laughed, pulling Mor tighter to her body. "We're just having a bit of a witch moment," Emerie explained, giving Mor a kiss on the cheek. "Want to go wait in my room? I'll be up in a few minutes."

Mor pouted in feigned upset. "So no orgy?"

"No orgy," Nesta ground out, crossing her arms and taking a deep breath.

"Fine," Mor sighed, rolling her eyes. "Five minutes or I start without you." She purposefully walked around the front of Emerie, trailing a hand across the girl's skin as she made her way out the room. Nesta was so preoccupied with a mental rant about the idea of them having an orgy, she didn't notice the break in the circle Mor had made with her feet during her little display.

At least, not until it was too late, and Cassian and Azriel were stepping out of the circle, triumphant grins on their faces.

"Well, look at that…guess we didn't have more to discuss," Emerie chuckled awkwardly, slowly backing out of the room as Nesta's narrowed gaze landed on her. "I'm just, um…" She pointed her thumbs over her shoulder and then pivoted, rushing out the room and up the stairs before Nesta could say or do anything.

"Don't be mad, Nesta," Gwyn sighed, giving her friend a pleading look.

"I'm not mad," Nesta huffed, knowing no one believed her. "You two promise to stay inside the house all weekend?" she added, shifting to look at Cassian and Azriel. "And then you'll tell us how to send you back?"

They both nodded.

"Unless you decide you don't want to," Cassian teased, stepping toward her as Gwyn moved to speak to Azriel.

"Why would I do that?" she threw back at him.

Cassian's eyes trailed down her body and back up it slowly, as if he was trying to memorize every curve. "I'm sure I can give you a few reasons."

@live-the-fangirl-life @generalnesta @secretlovelybeauty @nehemikkele @nestaisgod @julemmaes @live-the-fangirl-life @boredserpent @autumnbabylon @bo0kmaster69 @angelic-voice-1997 @moodymelanist @sv0430 @confusedfandomslut

If you'd like to be added to my Nessian or Gwynriel tag list, or any, please let me know. 😄

#nesta archeron #gwyneth berdara #emerie #nessian #gwynriel #emorie #fan fiction #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #a court of silver flames #acotar fanfic #acotar fanfiction #nessian fic #gwynriel fic #emorie fic #witch valkyries #witches #witch au #demon summoning #cassian #azriel #morrigan

[lukosei]

Accepted Seneca Animation 2021 Portfolio!!

Hello hello this year I was admitted into Seneca’s Animation program! Here are all of my pieces I included in my application :D

FIGURES

Yeah so advice is PRACTICE LOTS AND LOTS these were some of the first actually kind of okay ones I made (in like early December) and after submitting I DEFINITELY saw myself improve. Minor details. But anyway focus on capturing movement and structure; place importance on line quality and fluidity/smoothness; and of course make sure your proportions are in check. I’d recommend you also familiarize yourself with human anatomy like bones and muscles (mostly muscles) if you haven’t already! Don’t be intimidated by that, surface level will more than suffice. It’s especially helpful for like body checkpoints like the ribcage and how the pectorals transition into the deltoids etc, super super useful to have a general idea of that all in your head when you’re drawing!

HANDS

All the same as figures, you want movement and line quality and some sort of buildup/structure (not too much though, don’t wanna confuse the viewer). Also hands take TONS of practice too, I took reference photos of my own hands and went through so many different attempts. Haha also obviously these were definitely not purely 100% observational contrary to what the requirements said but that’s totally ok if it looks cool and accurate then go for it!

OBJECTS

I think these also kind of sucked lol; like they look fine but not as crisp and precise as some of the other ones I’ve seen. I don’t have much to say about these cause I literally just tried my best but maybe try to pick an interesting object--nothing overly simple like a book or something like that (I did a distortion pedal and Polaroid camera). The point of this section is so they can see how you work with organic and inorganic shapes and geometry. One of the professors made this really good point where a lot of seemingly complex designs like Star Wars spaceships and a bunch of sci-fi architecture are often influenced by everyday items like these—so you gotta learn how to start simple and evolve pre-existing designs into something greater!

LAYOUTS

So then you gotta do a view of a room from one position then like the place opposite to it. I just did my bedroom! Also after submitting I noticed that I drew the floorboards the wrong way in the second image khsfjhk But yeah I took two photos of what I wanted to draw, made a DIGITAL perspective ruler on my primary art program (Clip Studio love them to pieces) and drew the bones there, then I printed that out and went over it traditionally and did all the little details that way. Overall wasn’t too painful. Make sure your perspective is in check and your lines are crisp and readable—even if it’s a busy scene, you don’t wanna confuse the audience. Typically lines in the foreground will be thicker than ones in the background!

Last but not least, for personals I ended up being able to just pick from stuff I’ve already made (I made a compilation of those River Phoenix paintings I’ve made over the years if you’ve seen those, along with the fuckign MLP lineup I did for like a ‘character design’-esque thing (yes I know that counts as fanart and I was hesitant at first but technically they are original human designs minus the colour pallet and also I did not want to make something new with the time constraints) (if you’re doing fanart just make sure it’s not like instantly recognizable or a carbon copy)). I chose these deliberately because I wanted to demonstrate the range I had in my capabilities—so stylized semi-realism with my portraits, and then totally stylized TV show ready character designs to contrast! I personally only chose these two (they only provide two slots), but I know people who just made PDFs of multiple pages of their work. If you do that, I’d suggest to make sure not to bombard them with content, they’re not gonna wanna flip through ALL of it lmao. Choose your best pieces that demonstrate all your strengths! Don’t include things you hate or don’t like drawing, chances are that’ll be obvious to the people who are evaluating them and it’ll hurt your chances.

Then we also had to make a resume,,,,,, I just took my actual resume and swapped stuff out for more of the ‘creative’ activities I’ve participated in throughout my life (ie. runner-up winner for Miku Expo design contest, member of my school’s comic club, was in a musical a couple years ago, etc.).

Yep so hopefully this has been helpful to those who are interested!

#seneca college #seneca animation #animation #art #art portfolio

[svnflowervol666]

Hey!! Could you write an imagine where the reader is an artist and wakes up early, Harry is sleeping next to her and for a few minutes she's there watching him and then decides to draw him while he sleeps and when she's finishing Harry wakes up? Thank you so much ♥️

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: mentions of smut

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request! Like always, if you’re interested, let me know what you’d like for me to write next. Take care and tpwk.

Y/N wasn’t very sure how she’d managed to wake up before Harry considering how hard they partied last night. Her head pounded in her ears and she felt an overwhelming sense of dehydration in her throat. The events of the evening were somewhat blurry after Harry handed her a shot of something wretched and led her immediately to the dancefloor to work up a sweat. She knew judging from the fact that she was stark naked in the bed she shared with Harry and the fact that she could see her dress from the night before shimmering in the sunlight off in the corner of the room haphazardly that they’d at least made love to each other when they got home. Aside from that, her mind was drawing a blank.

Seeing as the blinding light from the harsh, early morning sun made it impossible to go back to sleep, she carefully removed the limp, ringed hand that was draped around her waist and wriggled her way over to her nightstand to grab her phone. Fuck, she thought to herself. Her battery was dead and she couldn’t be arsed to lean all of the way down to the ground to reach for her charger. After lying there for a moment and contemplating how to proceed with the morning, in which she decided she certainly would not be getting out of bed to start the day just yet, she reached a bit further past her phone for the sketchbook and pencil that Harry had gotten her for her birthday last year.

It was almost completely full of her drawings and doodles, something she prided herself in. Often times, she’d lose her sketchbook or spill her coffee on it before she could finish drawing in all of the pages. Maybe it was the fact that Harry had gotten this one for her which meant it was special, or maybe it was just luck, but she’d managed to hold on to this one almost down to the very last page. 

In an attempt to soothe her hangover without getting out of bed, she began drawing away. She started by finishing up the flower she had started the other day after saw the most beautiful bunch of daisies while on her daily walk with Harry. Sure, they were technically an invasive weed that took over greenery like wildfire, but Y/N always thought they were beautiful. 

When she’d perfected that one enough to her liking, she flipped the page and started another drawing. This one was also unfinished, and it was a landscape portrait of the bungalow she shared with Harry while on their vacation to Bora Bora last year. She’d been on many vacations and stayed in many nice houses since that trip, but this bungalow she’d never forget. It was where Harry took her to tell her that he loved her, though she hadn’t known that at the time. They had been having the time of their lives, drinking sugary, alcoholic beverages all throughout the day and lounging lazily by the ocean. Harry finally told her while they watched the sunset on their third night there. It slipped out faster and not as smoothly as Harry had imagined the moment in his head, but the overwhelming, swooning sensation he felt in his chest whenever he looked at Y/N made it impossible for the words to not spew from his lips. She’d never forgotten that trip because it was where she fell significantly more in love with Harry than she already had been.

There wasn’t much that needed to be done on the portrait of the bungalow, just some shading on the roof and a bit more detail on the waves that surrounded the structure. She finished that one fairly quickly then moved on to her next blank page. This one, she fucked up. What she had tried to draw one of her old pets from memory, but for some reason, it wasn’t looking right. She quickly scrapped the piece of paper and moved on to the next page, which was coincidentally the final page in her sketchbook.

She pondered for a moment on what idea in her head would earn the final spot in her book of drawings. She could try to draw her pet again? No, she shook her head softly to herself. Hers and Harry’s favorite table at the coffee shop that was down the block from their London apartment? No, she’d need to get a better look at the place before she attempted something like that. She looked around the now bright and sunny space of their bedroom, trying to find something that would shoot a spark in her brain and cause her to think of the perfect thing to draw. As she turned her head towards the sleeping, seemingly unconscious body that burrowed itself into the gigantic, down comforter beside her, it struck her.

Y/N propped herself up on her side so she could get a better look at the scene in front of her. Harry was sleeping the morning away, though she couldn’t say she blamed him since she didn’t even remember coming home last night (or was it technically this morning?). His face was completely covered by the huge down comforter that he’d hogged from her, but she didn’t mind. All that was visible of Harry was the top of his head, adorned with messy, chocolate-colored waves, and the outstretched palm of his left hand. That was it. His hand.

Her hangover had more or less subsided by now without the need of a greasy diner breakfast or a handful of headache medicine, so she was able to work diligently on her newest and final sketch. She traced over every crease and dip of his long, slender fingers, making sure no detail went unnoticed. Every ring, including the large, gold ‘H’ and ‘S’ rings on his ring and pinky fingers got their own moment in the spotlight. His bright yellow nail polish, the color that she’d picked out for him last week, was slightly chipped at the corners, but it only added to the uniqueness of the piece. Each knuckle she shaded with the closest attention. Unlike her old pet or the table at the cafe, she was almost certain she could draw this from memory, but a little reinforcement never hurt. Plus, she felt like she could stare at Harry’s hands for days on end without growing tired of them.

Harry’s hands were miracle workers for her. They’d held her through both her darkest and brightest days. They’d made her feel safe in times when she’d never felt so alone, and during big moments when she couldn’t be sad even if she tried. Harry’s hands cooked her breakfast on Sunday mornings, carried her to bed when she’d fallen asleep watching Netflix in the living room, massaged her tired feet after a long day of work, brushed her hair out of her eyes before kissing her goodnight each night, made her see stars as he pleasured her over and over again with his skillful fingers. So many times people overlook what hands do in a relationship, but not Y/N. 

It was right when she was shading the corner of Harry’s cross tattoo that was barely visible from beyond the comforter she felt the bed sheets rustle and the sweet creature beside her come to. The peaceful silence of Y/N doodling away was broken when Harry moved his hand, the one she had been drawing, towards his face to rub harshly at his emerald green eyes.

“Wha’ ‘re you doin awake? ‘ts so early,” she heard his groggy, morning voice pierce the walls of the room.

“It’s almost noon, Harry,” she responded softly, letting the sketchbook fall gently into her lap.

“Oh, shit,” the lanky brunette chuckled, “Wha’ did we do last night?”

“I was actually hoping you could tell me.”

“‘ve got no idea, princess,” Harry groaned before reaching over to pat her thigh, feeling the hard material of her sketchbook instead.

“You drawin’? Lemme see.”

He plucked the open notepad from her lap to examine what she’d been drawing while he was asleep. She didn’t feel embarrassed or like she needed to snatch the book away from him before he could see that she’d been drawing his hands whilst he slept. That was another thing Y/N loved about Harry, how she never felt shy or that she needed to hide her art from him. He always praised her work whenever he crossed paths with it, so she was always willing to share her latest masterpiece.

“M’ hand? You drew my hand while I was asleep?” Harry was still delirious from a combination of his hazy, half-asleep half-awake state.

“I love your hands,” she stated firmly but softly, “plus, it was the last page in my sketchbook so I wanted it to be of something important.”

“Hmm,” Harry pondered as he cased over the drawing once more, “I like this one, but I think I much rather prefer the one you drew of my co-”

“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” Y/N interrupted his sentence and yanked the sketchbook from his grasp before placing it back on its home on the nightstand.

She took her rightful half of the comforter back from Harry and nestled herself back into bed, making sure to cozy right up into Harry’s warm, bare chest so they could have a proper, conscious cuddle before dreadfully starting their day. The two of them were adults now and while they were still granted the privilege of being able to party, they couldn’t stay in bed and waste the day away after a long night of drinking like they used to.

Harry traced soft circles on Y/N’s back with the same hand that she was drawing just minutes ago, almost lulling her back to sleep. He watched as her breathing evened out and her eyes began to droop despite her awareness that they had a late lunch planned with Anne and Gemma in a few hours. 

“Baby,” Harry beckoned her back to consciousness.

Her eyes blinked open quickly, unaware of how she’d almost went right back to sleep in Harry’s arms.

“Yeah?”

“We’ve got to meet up wi’ mum and Gem soon. ‘Need to get up.”

“Ten more minutes.”

This made Harry chuckle, seeing how she was acting like a grumpy teenager who refused to wake up for school in the morning. God, how he loved her.

“How about I show you just how important my hands are to you and then we hop in the shower, yeah? Sound like a plan?”

She opened one eye just slightly enough to see that Harry was giving her his iconic smirk that caused one of his dimples to shine through. Leave it to Harry to squeeze in a shag before lunch with his own mum.

She supposed she really couldn’t say no to that.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styes imagine #harry styles smut #asks

[stolen-ass-name]

Pls talk about Beanstory who are these ocs we keep getting tidbits of in tags? I desire to knowwwww Like straight up I saw your tags on that oc-questions-fairy thing the other day and now the word Beanstory has not left my head since 👉👈 free pass to gush about it in any way shape or form?

Okay, Okay, THIS IS NOW THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE CAUSE I WAS THINKING OF POSTING MORE ABOUT BEANSTORY, so here we go:

A brief synopsis of the (prominent) characters, motivation and inspiration behind BEANSTORY!

Inspiration and Motivation:

I saw a post on instagram of Belphegor from Obey Me in a sleeping bag, looking very bean-like, and I thought "haha, wouldn't it be fun if people drew themselves in sleeping bags and called themselves beans? And I could harvest them beans, cause they're cute, and I'd have a bunch of beans" and then I talked to one of my friends and she wrote her Beansona's personality. So I took it and drew a little Beansona for my friend Alice @stolenages

After that I took to an old discord server I was in and made Beansonas of some friends, and also developed my self-insert Character in the story, Rest.

It was around when Rest was made that I started fleshing out the world-building and relationships between the Characters. I decided to make Rest a comforting figure for the beans, and by extension my friends, since they're technically characters in the story. And with the motivation to create an all fluff, comfort medium, I created the concept of Beanstory.

Characters:

The most important and concrete Character, as of now, is Rest, the deity of sleep. In the beginning I also called him patron of traumatized people but I'm considering dropping the title, cause it's too on-the-nose

The Beans as of now are:

@stolenages @absolute-anamation @bloodbard.s_beard on instagram, @captaincinno on instagram, my little sister @kpop-alley-basic , and @teddy.vomit on instagram.

To anyone that's interested, making a Beansona is allowed, and if they send it to me I will draw it in the character list ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Other characters include: Chai, the god of medicine (my sister's self-insert God), Potential, the God of Synthetic materials, and his wife, the primordial God of the earth, the God of flowers, the Gods of the arts (a big group of gods that hang around each other all the time and are distinguished by their field in art and the movements they represent) and soon the God of Textiles if I manage to draw them

So yeah, Beanstory is a comfort medium I made bc I wanted to comfort my friends with it, and everyone is allowed to participate and design a Character!

Though I am thinking of gate-keeping the God self-inserts... Idk tho, it'll probably be hard for me to make fleshed out Characters for everything you can be a God of...

If you want more information about specific Characters, or to suggest Character designs/stories, feel free to message me or send me an ask! I love talking about the story and I'd love to go more in depth on my Characters and the world-building around Beanstory's pantheon

#asks #my ocs #Beanstory #A STORY ABOUT BEANS!!! #this was nice until I couldn't find pictures of my friends' Beansonas in my gallery #I'll update this with teddy's Character later but for now YEE

[the-canine-king]

i answered all 50 questions in that oc question post

note: i'm only talking about the ones i made lol i was gonna link them all the character’s names to their profiles but that shit’s way too much work so: https://toyhou.se/CanineKing/characters/folder:all/tags:1/tagged:Original

1. Your first OC ever? hmm, there's probably two answers 1) an unnamed character who was basically a fantasy dressed fox kemono boy. do you remember playing a game as a kid where you look out the window in a car and you imagine someone doing sick parkour beside your car? he was the character i imagined (there was also a whole other story i dreamt up where i was some long lost princess from other world and he was gonna save me from this one but that's a whole other thing) he's technically a character i thought of but never thought of anything beyond that, i don't think i ever drew him either 2) 4 (maybe 5) characters i made in middle school where it was about these characters that come from families that can bend one particular element, and they're all friends on school trying to get used to their passed down powers and also be basically kid superheroes. i drew them out and gave them names, but i never wrote anything beyond that, but they were definitely ones that i would call my first actual written ocs 2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs? -looks at ace, eliott, and mel- no 3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? yup! before i wasn't so big on the adopt thing, but i turned into a fan w/ collecting designs and writing a lil story for them! i adopted 38 characters, and one other that's currently still in the process of trade :P (and unfortunately trying to purge some away) 4. A character you rarely talk about? unfortunately that'd be a lot of characters bc i'm super focused on drawing ace/ mel smooching for the 548787th time 5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? i'd probably make it eliott bc who else doesn't love a cute, shy, goat boy on the internet 6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related? ...... i can't think of any lmao 7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? i literally only make ocs to make stories so 8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! nah i can't do rp stuff :'D 9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else? honestly, not really if i made them lol but i guess i can if i'm not attatched to them and such, so if i just made a design and offered them up then yeah i can trade them (unless i love their design lol) 10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? even thought i haven't fully drawn my plans for his outfit, azazel would be the most complicated in my standards 11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? me personally, i'd say eliott bc that baby boy is trying his best story wise, either thorne or lucas (but totally lucas since thorne is a liar at heart) 12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot TOO MANY AUGH the very first oc i fell in love with but was forever homes was like a fantasy setting character that was an adventurer and had eagle legs/ other features w/ banging colours but other than that too many others 13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? again, a lot, i guess. bc they mostly fall into that trope? aiden (even though he's trying to be a better person), damien, eve, hugh (in a way), jack, ollie, ricky, roman, and wyatt 14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory uhhhh, hard to choose, i don't have any more bc i haven't written their backstories yet lol - growing up as a theif his whole life to support him and his mother, accidentally kills someone after an awakening of powers and is had to run from his hometown - growing up being shadowed over and forced to be someone that they're not, only to get their hubris get to them, causing themselves and others get hurt and can't even remember the person they loved - growing up w/ betrayal after betrayal she closed herself off, but they met someone and slowly opened up and accidentally fell in love w/ them, only later getting caught and fell from grce, then only to find the person they trusted before not remember them - after being caught on what seemed to be a fatal accident, gets rescured from a miraculous surgery, but he's slowly forgetting what he looks like and who he was every passing second - two people close to each other, only to end up w/ betrayal and lies 15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people? absolutely but if they ask me something i haven't planned yet i'm just "UHHH" 16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? 17. Any OC OTPs? nah ace/ mel is my notp :/ anyways if it's couples in general then: - ace/ mel - lucas/ darla - kaiko/ caspian - + a bunch of the parents in the monster family story - damon/ ollie (okay i'm really not planning for them to be together, but they cute u.u) - jebediah/ demon boyfriend - gunther/ harem - nadiya/ her girlfriend which i still haven't decided if i want her to be like a princess or a traveling swordsman of sorts) - the chimera girl i designed/ her human girlfriend - the fallen god/ mercenary 18. Any OC crackships? uhh i actually don't know :V anyone of the people listed  being w/ someone else would be a crackship? idk every other pairing i know i wouldn't like lol 19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) i guess eliott! i guess also catherine, ricky, comet, and/ or captain since they were my fist group of ocs i wrote a bit about, but i think eliott means a lot more bc he was the one that got me thinking more about ocs  :> 20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? for some reason i feel like rosa would be a singer? va hc would be someone w/ a strong husky voice and she would probably sing really well in kind of old slow songs you hear in old bars i also thought maybe lillie could sing too, but they’d usually be softer songs or lullabies to calm herself down it’d be nice/ cool to write for fallen god to be able to sing as well, and maybe the mercenary too so they can have nights signing together. maybe fallen god can sing songs that are in their own god language or whatever, and mercenary can watch in awe there may be others but i can’t think of them rn/ they might be charas i haven’t fully made yet 21. Your most artistic OC lmao it’s a bunch of ocs that i haven’t developed my ocs enough for me to know so let’s skip i guess 22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? i mean, people get some stuff wrong about my ocs sometimes but they’re usually so small that i really don’t care about it lol 23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like? hmm they relatively stayed the same personality wise but i assure you everyone’s changed from their initial drawing of them 24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? that's. a really hard choice actually lol bc i wanna be hugged by one of the parents in the monster family story i made, but i also wanna hang out w/ the characters that i can comfortably hang out w/ lol 25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?) everyone’s got a bit of shared piece of themselves w/ their ocs don’t they? 26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? against my will? i can’t think of anything that i changed against my will so no :V 27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? the only two i can come up rn are: alistair (devil wears a suit and tie) and rosa (o, raven) 28. Your most dangerous OC? i guess the chimera girl i made since she’s trying to fit in the modern life? i mean i still haven’t thought of her story yet but i know she Angery 29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? ace, aiden, maybe keaton 30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? mel, eva, roy 31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) eliott: landscape stuff, muted colours, mystical content here and there ace: default theme, memes, probably has a side blog that’s more of an aesthetic blog mel: super aesthetic blog, romance themed 32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? literally anyone in the renegade group i could’ve said anyone in the hunters group but they’re all fucking idiots (lee would be more closer to the renegade’s level tho) 33. Your shyest OC? eliott, roy, audrey, fallen god 34. Do you have any twin characters? i literally want to design twin ocs just to have twin ocs jdshfkjsdf 35. Any sibling characters? audrey, dylan, and elle + eve and juno + ace and jack 36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? nah not really lol 37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human ?? i barely have human characters in the first place, unless this one means humanoid :V 38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? iiiii can’t think of anyone other than the two parents i thought of that i’m planning to be dance teachers lmao 39. Introduce any character you want i haven’t drawn them yet but fallen god and mercenary are two unnamed characters that i recently started thinking of where fallen god falls from the heavens and looses their sight, and the merc runs from their past meet and they team up together w/ the merc being fallen god’s eyes and the fallen go being their protector 40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share! i guess it;s just sentimental ones like, first ocs, first compliments, first art/ fic of them, etc. 41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!) YEAH AND EVERYONE DRAWS THEM CUTER THAN I DO (well i mean these were from freebies, art trades/ games, and gifts but still) please check out ace’s other’s art gallery and eliott’s other’s art gallery, bc they have the most of them (bc i ask for them a lot lol) 42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? whoever in middle school age i guess 43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess big n beefy, jokesters, heart of gold 44. Something you like about your OCs in general that i made them all (well of course not the adopted kids) 45. A character you no longer use? everyone every time i don’t focus on their story anymore than i used to ;;;; 46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly? fortunately no, and i hope no one does and it’d stop to others bc wow that’s rude as hell 47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? okay literally the first time i made eliott, everyone i knew wanted to adopt him as their kid lol 48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure eliott, parker, elle (i love all of them tho :’D) 49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes ace, roman, ricky, aiden, dylan, eva, ollie 50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want i love all of my babes okay good night

#king speaks #ocs #yetanotherOCmeme #long post

[strongbeautifulfulloflight]

Better Late Than Never

This one is for my beautiful adoptive “little brother” and Henrik stan, @megansarah11 who gifted me this prompt during a bout of writer’s block:

Prompt: Caroline is Henrik’s Daycare teacher and Klaus is his guardian. She falls in love with Henrik before falling in love with Klaus. Henrik is shy at first so she eases into comfort by reading to him…

So here are the things you need to know: 

- This is an AH – All Human – drabble. - It’s going to be in a couple of parts because inspiration kind of went rampant. - For the sake of the prompt, Henrik is aged down, but the rest of the OGs will stay their respective ages. Which, technically, isn’t too farfetched considering Rebekah and Kol are biologically 17 and 18. So yeah! Happy reading! _______________________________________________________________________ PART ONE:

Tap, tap, tap went Caroline’s foot. It was 3:09 p.m., rendering her beyond impatient. And with just cause. It had been a long day, filled with ABCs, 123s, spills, stains, and ultimately, really sore feet. She should have learned by now that pumps were an inappropriate choice for Kindergarten, but she’d be damned if she gave up her dignity for a bunch of five-year-olds. The last few straggling parents convened in their usual circle by the playground their children had scampered toward the second the bell rang at 2:50 p.m. They were the elite – the in-crowd socialites of the parenting world who had nothing but time to stand around gossiping about their mommy blogging, their latest trendy diets, dating scandals in the community, or the secretive newcomers to Mystic Falls – the Mikaelsons. The construction on their mansion had taken a few short months and had the town abuzz with speculation. Who were they? What did they do? How much money did they have and why take up residency in their small town? They were seen in glimpses but never all together. The youngest was a five year old and the eldest was in his thirties. There were a handful of them, at least one teen aged female, and one male who didn’t resemble the others but there was no certainty as to whom was family and who was not. When there didn’t appear to be a mother figure, the rumors started. They were gays who liked to adopt; they were orphans; they were gypsies; they had been abducted by aliens! The less they saw of the Mikaelsons, the more the town talked. Caroline ignored it all. She was one of the first to meet the head of the household, eldest brother Finn. He had been looking to enroll his youngest brother and wanted to personally meet the woman he would be entrusting him to on a daily basis. She gave him her usual spiel about the curriculum and the daily class schedule, let him tour the classroom and answered all questions expertly. Her own questions burned something fierce. He offered minimal information. He and two of his brothers shared legal guardianship over the rest. There were six of them, total. Their parents were never mentioned and she desperately wanted to know the backstory but her instincts told her to keep her mouth shut, for once. That was the only time she saw Finn. Henrik joined her class the following week. She’d managed to connect with most of her students on some level, but little Henrik had been a mystery. He wasn’t as vocal or as boisterous as the others and didn’t interact with many of his classmates. At first, she assumed he just needed an adjustment period and gave him the benefit of the doubt, but as time went on, she learned his timid nature was who he was. It wasn’t a lack of interest as he excelled in all academic areas. It was socialization that he shied away from. Play time was often spent in the miniature library where he would study the characters of Dr. Seuss, trace the lines that Harold’s purple crayon drew, and watch the mouse cause chaos every time you gave it a cookie. In fact, story time was when she saw him the most animated. Since he couldn’t read, he loved to listen. His eyes lit up and he sat just a little straighter, leaning a little forward, eager to hear the story behind his favorite images unfold. Yes, the nervous little boy who was currently standing beside her bowing his head and kicking at the pavement beneath his feet was an anomaly. As far as five-year-olds went. “It’s not like your brother to be this late,” she mused aloud. Henrik nodded, sparing only a tiny glance out of the corner of his eye before blood rushed to his face again in an embarrassed blush. Caroline sighed, looking down at her watch again – 3:14. “Tell you what. Why don’t we go wait for him inside? It has to be more fun than this, right?”

He shrugged and nodded, letting out a little huff of disappointment before he turned, ready to follow her. She smiled and held out her hand and he looked at it with wide eyes, as if she’d just insulted him gravely. It made her wonder if a lack of affection at home was a reason why he was so reserved. She let her hand lower to the back of his shoulder instead, and he half-flinched when she did, seemingly in surprise rather than pain, but he made no objection and so she led him back into the school.

She’d seated him at his table with a coloring book and basket of crayons and he seemed placated enough that she could sit at her own desk while she waited. It was unusual for his brother to run this far behind. Elijah had always been impeccably punctual, early even, greeting her with a pleasant smile that almost matched Henrik’s before the boy would clasp his hand and they would retreat to their own lives, just like the rest. When they first met, she was shocked to learn he wasn’t Henrik’s father, but rather another one of his brothers. Despite the age difference, the resemblance was uncanny. Brown hair, brown eyes, same angular jaw structure, and matching noses. Never had she seen siblings so alike. It was…unnerving. And adorable. 

She glanced at him again and he was frowning at the crayon in his hand. “What’s wrong, Henrik?” He looked over like he’d forgotten she was there. “I went outside the lines,” he mumbled, his face filled with shame. Her brows twitched and she smiled empathetically. “That’s okay, sweetie. It doesn’t have to be perfect.” He looked down at his picture with a tiny, scrunched up frown. “Kol’s gonna laugh at me.” “Is that one of your brothers?” He nodded. She smiled slyly as she plucked one of her books from the aligned collection on the corner of her desk and got up, smoothing her skirt as she walked over to sit with him. “You know, some of the most famous artists don’t stay in the lines. They don’t even use the right colors. They make the sky green and the grass blue.” “They do?” “Mmhmm.” To emphasize her point, she opened up the art book she’d picked out, flipping pages. “And some of them don’t even paint faces the right way.” She turned the book so he could see, showing him a distorted portrait. “See?” He turned his head sideways, face screwing up in confusion. “This lady has a nose for a chin.” He smiled, a tiny giggle miraculously stuttering out. He quickly covered his mouth to stifle it. Caroline beamed. “Do you know who made this?” He shook his head. “An artist named Pablo Picasso.” “Oh I know him!” Her brows raised, pleasantly surprised. “You do?” He nodded emphatically. “One of my brothers does paints and he told me…um…he told me about Ki-passo and No-mey.” It was Caroline’s turn to giggle. “I think you mean Monet.” She turned a page to where Water Lilies was depicted and pointed. “Monet’s paintings are really fuzzy, but, sometimes, if you squint real hard, it gets a little clearer.” He did and she became endeared by him. His head quirked to the right when he looked up at her again. “What does it say?” “What?” “Right there.” He pointed to the caption beneath the picture. “It says, ‘Water Lilies, by Claude Monet. In 1893, Monet purchased land with a pond near his property in Giverny, intending to build something “for the pleasure of the eye and also for motifs to paint.” The result was his water-lily garden.’.” “And that one?” He pointed to the adjacent page where one of Edgar Degas’ Dancer paintings was printed. “‘Edgar Degas was a French artist famous for his paintings, sculptures, prints, and drawings. He is especially identified with the subject of dance; more than half of his works depict dancers.’” She smiled, running her hand over the photo. “He’s one of my favorites.” “Mine too,” a masculine voice said from behind her. Both Henrik and Caroline turned in unison to find a man standing in the doorway. Her heart was aflutter with surprise and mild intrigue. “Nik!” Henrik’s chair thrust from behind him, falling over, and he darted across to hug him. Caroline closed her book and stood, adjusting her shirt, very aware that the man’s fierce blue eyes hadn’t left her since they’d met. She held the book to her chest and put on her best smile, despite the slight agitation that this blonde mystery man was almost thirty minutes late. “My apologies for the delay,” he spoke with a distinctly British accent. “There was a bit of a mix up. Today was supposed to be my sister’s turn to pick Henrik up but she fancied herself a trip to detention instead.” “No worries. These things happen.” Henrik was all smiles, hanging onto his brother’s leg. “Miss Caroline knows A���casso.” “Pi-casso,” he corrected. “And I’m very pleased to hear that your teacher is well-educated in the arts.” Caroline smiled wryly. “You must be the brother who paints.” “I am,” he nodded, doing a quick once over, “but you can call me Klaus.” She nodded. She knew this game well. It wasn’t the first time one of her kid’s parents had shown interest. Mr. Salvatore had been particularly persistent, she remembered. Mrs. Salvatore wasn’t too pleased when she got the call from Caroline about her husband’s inappropriate behavior. “Nice to meet you, Klaus. I’ll see you tomorrow, Henrik.” She turned to head back to her desk, unaware of the curious frown she’d left on his face. “I really am sorry.” “I know you are.” She shot him a knowing smirk as she returned her book to its brethren. “Have a nice day, Mr. Mikaelson.”

Whenever it was raining, standard protocol for Kindergarten was to have parents enter the building and pick up their child on a one by one basis. For the most part, they were accommodating and prompt. Except for one. “Do you know who’s picking you up today, Henrik?” He gave a little nonchalant shrug of his shoulders and went back to book he was looking at, clumsily pushing his hair out of his face. Caroline sighed, glancing up at the clock again. It was 3:11 p.m. She could’ve guessed who his ride was today, but she dreaded having to encounter another sloppy pick-up line and the awkward tension that followed it. She’d been fortunate enough all week but on this rainy Thursday, the odds were clearly against her. Admittedly, he was an attractive man. His face had all the right angles in all the right places, and his eyes held a certain mystique. She wasn’t normally one to get lost in blue eyes (she’d seen enough in the mirror) but his were that crystalline sapphire that no living being was immune to. Aesthetics were only half the battle, as their intensity and depth only created more intrigue. There was a certain anguish behind them, a bit of mystery and that was the real clincher. Mysterious guys were always insanely alluring, but she knew better than to trust them. Lost in her daze, she failed to realize Henrik was standing in front of her desk waiting patiently for her to notice. She blinked and snapped out of it. “Oh. I’m sorry, Henrik. Did you need something?” He held up the book he’d been perusing, covering the better portion of his face with it. “Will you read this to me?” She smiled a heartwarming smile and laid her pen down pushing herself back from the desk. “Of course.” She got up and immediately Henrik ran over to the carpet where the class held their “story time” circle. She couldn’t help the little laugh that slipped out at his compulsory habits. Instead of dragging one of the chairs over, she joined him, sitting crisscrossed just as he was. He craned his neck to look over her arm when she opened the storybook to the first page: “'The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind, and another, his mother called him “WILD THING!” And Max said “I’LL EAT YOU UP!” so he was sent to bed without eating anything.” She turned a page and Henrik’s eyes followed studiously. “That very night in Max’s room a forest grew and grew and grew until his ceiling hung with vines, and the walls became the world all around, and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max, and he sailed off through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are.” She glanced up to check the time doing a double take when she saw Klaus standing in the doorway. He pressed his index finger to his lips and gestured for her to go on, his eyes slyly pointing toward Henrik. She looked down and saw the little boy looking up at her, waiting patiently but his eyes were enthralled. “You wanna turn the next page?” He smiled and nodded and she turned the book so he could lift the page, turning it with pride and basking in having the special privilege to do what no other kindergartner was permitted. His eyes scanned the contents of the new pictures and words, as if he were absorbing every detail. “When he came to the place where the wild things are, they roared their terrible roars – ” her voice roared as she read, “ – and gnashed their terrible teeth – ” she bared her teeth “ – and rolled their terrible eyes – ” her own eyes bulged “ – and showed their terrible claws till Max said “BE STILL!” And tamed with the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once, and they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all, and made him king of all wild things.” Henrik beamed and threw his hands up. “Let the wild rumpus start!” Caroline laughed. “Oh so you know this story.” He bowed his head bashfully, grinning up at her with a guilty look. “Well then you won’t mind if we finish it tomorrow. I think someone is here for you.” She nodded at the doorway. Henrik turned and looked. This time, instead of running for his brother, he turned his back on him and sulked. “Can we finish the story first?” Klaus smiled knowingly and meandered over, hands clasped behind his back. “Now, Henrik, I’m sure Miss Caroline has more important things she’ll need to be getting to.” Henrik looked down with the saddest eyes she’d ever seen. She couldn’t keep her hand from going to her chest, especially when he stuck his lower lip out in a dejected little pout. Klaus sighed, seemingly familiar with this tactic, and crouched down to his brother’s level. Suddenly his voice softened and lost all trace of irony.   “If you think about it, she’s just said she can read more to you tomorrow. Which means the sooner we finish up today, the sooner it will be tomorrow.” His brows raised in a pointed look as Henrik studied his expression. “Okay,” he reluctantly agreed. Klaus nodded and stood once again while Henrik pushed himself up with his palms and picked the open book up from her lap, looking wistfully down at the pages. “Can you teach me to read?” “Hmm. I think maybe we should finish learning the alphabet, don’t you?” “I already learned,” he objected. Klaus crossed his arms with a challenging smile. “Let’s hear it, then.” Henrik stood proudly, his voice contrastingly gentle. “A B C D E F G, H I J K M&Ms O P…” He mumbled the last, blushing at their direct attention on him. Caroline laughed. “What about L and N?” “Indeed,” Klaus agreed, smiling too. “I think they’ll be lonely without the rest of their mates.” Henrik stared at him in confusion. “Never mind. Go on and put your book back and get your things. We’ve imposed on Miss Caroline enough for today.” “Oh, he hasn’t imposed.” She crossed her arms with a guarded smile. “Just you.” His lips pursed in a smirk. “My apologies.” “Let me guess. Another mix up?” “Actually – ” She held a hand up. “It’s okay. No need to explain or apologize. Not to me, anyway.” She stalked away from him coolly to help Henrik gather his things. “I’ll make you a deal,” she told him, glancing sideways at Klaus. “Since your brother can’t seem to pick you up on time, we can practice reading while we wait for him. Okay?” Henrik’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Promise?” “I promise.” “You have to say “you have my word.” That’s what Elijah and Nik always say.” Klaus’ head dropped to his chest with a chuckle and even Caroline couldn’t help her laugh. When he didn’t budge, his little frown lines determined, she composed herself, pressing her lips thin with a nod. “You have my word,” she promised. The five-year-old’s shoulders sagged in relief and he smiled satisfactorily. “Don’t forget your coat in the closet.” He nodded obligingly and ran to where his raincoat hung above his cubby. “Thank you,” Klaus’ voice was at her neck, the rest of him suddenly beside her. She shivered but turned and gave him a resolute nod. “Truly. I appreciate you taking the time to facilitate his interests.” “It’s my job.” She folded her arms. “Besides, what else are we supposed to do while we wait for you?” He tilted his head with a sly grin. “Well now that I know he’s not the only one interested in my arrival…” “That is not what I meant.” But he only continued smirking. And oh God, the dimples. Why did he have to have dimples? She shook her head, her own lips betraying her in a smile. “You know I’m starting to think you do it on purpose.” “What?” “Show up only after all the other students and parents are gone.” “What purpose would that serve?” “To get me alone. Have me all to yourself.” He pursed his lips in a deliberating pout. “That is an advantage, however you’re forgetting one minor detail.” He gestured to Henrik who was busy working diligently to get the buttons of his coat all snapped. She laughed mockingly. “Right! Your little womanizing sidekick. Winning the hearts of girls everywhere by asking them to read to him until you can swoop in at the perfect moment. With the perfect thing to say.” She narrowed her eyes, nodding with a finger directed at his chest. “I’m onto you, buddy.” He looked down at her finger then slyly back up to her face. “Now why would I reduce myself to such juvenile measures knowing a woman as clever as yourself wouldn’t be susceptible to it?” He lifted a brow for added flair. Her hands went to her hips and she continued nodding. “See? Perfect.” He laughed and she found it was a sound she was starting to favor. Lucky for her morals and dignity, Henrik rejoined them, his jacket buttons all snapped and completely off center. He had skipped one but his proud smile kept them from correcting his error. “Got everything?” she asked and he nodded. “Good. So we’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow, right?” “Right. And don’t forget, you gived me your word. It’s in my pocket so I won’t forget to bring it.” She giggled again, putting her hands up. “I am at your will.” He beamed up at Klaus excitedly, but Klaus had his own excited sights set on someone else. “Until tomorrow, then.” “Until tomorrow,” she agreed. He flashed her one last dimpled smile, completely smug, before taking the lead to exit. Henrik looked up with a curious frown as they walked out, his voice echoing in the hallway, “But I thought tomorrow’s Elijah’s turn…” Caroline laughed to herself as she walked through the classroom, straightening up the chairs and stray supplies. So maybe he wasn’t the worst Mikaelson. Despite her best efforts, he had charmed her. Not only was he sweetly devoted to Henrik and extremely easy on the eyes, but he was smart, and artistically inclined, and…smooth. Yes, damn him, he was slick as oil. The really warm kind that was used for pleasure. A movement outside the window caught her attention and it was Klaus and Henrik walking down the front path of the school towards an SUV that was waiting by the curb. That was awfully bold of him, leaving such an expensive looking car with the keys in the ignition. And then it happened. The passenger side door opened and she caught a silhouette masked by a curtain of blonde. Henrik waved and the woman stepped out, leaning over to hug him as she did. She saw Klaus’ hand go to her waist and he kissed her cheek. That was enough. Caroline turned away from the window scoffing at herself for being so naive. How could she have let herself believe he might actually have been genuine? Here he was trying to sweet talk her when he had another bimbo in the car waiting for him! She should have trusted her instincts, realized he was just like all the other fathers that hit on her, but he played the game well, answering a question with a question to avoid a direct rebuttal, all the while ensnaring her with his wit and his too blue eyes and his stupid, obnoxious dimples! Well no way would she let him get away with it. No one made a fool out of Caroline Forbes.

~ ~ Part Two coming soon! ~ ~ 

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[demonialex]

2018 wrap up

I did this last year (well technically january of this year) and I remember really enjoying doing it sooo I’ma do it agian. Under a cut cause this might get a bit long!

First let’s take a look back at my old goals from years past and see what I accomplished so far!

Graduate senior year <- this was about high school and yes I did!!

Get high grades <- last semester was hm a bit stressful but I was still able to get p good grades and this semester my lowest grade was around 93.8% I think but the professor rounded it to an A sooo YES HELLA HIGH GRADES!!

Pass to at least one university <- Yup, I had passed to a few but alas student visa didn’t let me go to my top choices so here we are!

Read at least one book <- uhhhhhh I started a few but I don’t think I finished any? 

Watch at least one anime <- pretty sure I didn’t do that

Get better at drawing <- hmmm debatable. sometimes I think I did but other times not really?

Write at least one book (or start it) <- nope but I have a few ideas cooking up with some friends!

One national trip <-yesss did a few actually!

One international trip <- yup, went to Brazil!

Get an apartment <- yes? Not solo, but I got a new place with roomates!!

Get fit <- hmmm I did in the beginning of the year then I slacked off and now I’m slowly getting fit again!

Kiss someone <- I was about to say I didn’t but then I remembered that yup I did. Damn, 2018 really felt like years long lmao

Have a romance <- nah

Meet new people <- yup!!! met quite a few actually!!

Learn a new skill (aka a language or how to play an instrument or game etc) <- uhhh I’m trying to polish up some of my language skills, art ones, got a bit better at writing, and I got better at coping soooo I think so?

Draw at least once a day <- pfff no! I tried but yeah it didn’t last long askjdhgkgj I drew quite a bit though!!

Take a picture at least once a day <- nope also couldn’t achieve this lmao but I took a few pictures this year yeah

Go to at least one anime convention <- shockingly enough I did! HolMat! She-ra convinced me to go to a con kljsdhgkjsldg

Keep my bedroom clean <- uhhhhhh it was clean but it was also a bit messy most of the time oops

Learn how to cook new things <- Y E S!! FINALLY!! I cooked a fair amount this year! Biscottis, pancakes, crepes, omelets...

Keep a diary/journal <- uhhh I did for a bit but then I forgot about it... I really should do it again though...

Okay so onto the good things that happened this year! This contains NSFW stuff btw so be warned!

Got a bit fitter (can feel baby guns!!)

Got way better at coping

Mental health is doing quite better!!

Got really good grades (and even straight As this semester!!)

Won a xbox one s in one of those prize things where you put a little ticket or enter your name and they pick one of the tickets! 

I actually really enjoyed bottoming for once! I know I’m shocked too

Went to Rio and thoroughly enjoyed myself!! That was probably the home trip I enjoyed the most!

On that note, I finally met Lara’s gf!! And I slept over at Lara’s!! We spent so much time together I loved it!

Went to Boston!!

Went to Chicago!!

Made new friends!!

Moved to an apartment with some roommates

Went to key west

Went to a fortune teller (is that what you call them?)

Saw my baby cousins!! They grew up soooo much!

Got my student visa renewed

Got my canadian eTA accepted!!

Watched so many good new shows (she-ra, sharp objects, killing eve, for the people, etc)

And listened to amazing songs!

And watched awesome movies! (incredibles 2, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, Ocean’s 8, a quiet place, disobedience, etc)

And read fantastic fanfics!

Oh oh I got an iPad!! It’s so cool to draw on itttt

Used my uni’s cintiq a bunch of times and holy shit that was freakin awesome!

Went to HolMat!

Visited Harvard!!!!!!

Went to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston!

Watched Hayley Kiyoko live!!!!!!!!

Voluntered at sunscreen film festival and even went to the women in film panel!

Visited Jupiter, FL (I’ve been meaning to visit it since I read about it in a faberry fanfic lmao)

Also went to Juno Beach!

And Cocoa Beach!

Went to NASA space kennedy center

Re-visited WEAM - World Erotic Art Museum 

Two of my professors actually told me I should apply to grad school cause they think I would be rly good!!!

Lessons learned this year:

Sometimes the universe might try to tell you things. Listen! To! It! If you’re about to make a big decision and something happens that doesn’t allow you to make that decision, take a step back, wait a bit, consider if you really should do the thing!

You might not be able to keep every bad thing from happening to you, but you can learn to cope with it! So change what you can change, and try to adapt to the things you can’t

On that note, learn from bad experiences

Friendship love is just as important as romantic love! 

Cherish the good things that do happen in your life, regardless of how small! Maybe you didn’t win the lotto, but hey you saw a cute dog today! It’s not the same, but it was still a good moment, so hold on to those, let yourself be happy over even the tiniest of things!

Try to not stress too much. Try to take things one day at a time. Don’t put too much on your plate - try to prioritize things, and get through them at your pace instead of trying to do a thousand things at once.

Life is truly a mystery. Things change constantly, even if sometimes it might seem like they don’t. Keep an open mind and be ready for all of life’s turns and twists.

Make! Your! Mental! Health! A! Priority!!!! Don’t give up on your treatment, don’t put yourself in a situation that you know will harm your mental health if you have an option to forego it.

Good things that happened last year: [x] 

Life-long good events/experiences/life lessons: [x] 

#randomotaku journal

[todokori-kun]

THANK YOU SO MUCH, I’m ugly crying on the inside right now. I’m really so glad you liked the art, seriously this means a lot to me TYSM <3

I like how Hisoka turned out too :D I have a hard time looking at him though because WOW that’s way too much trash for once piece of paper

Be glad that I sent you the sassy Saiko, because I also drew a crying Saiko calling for Maman. I decided not to be a troll for once though ^^

I couldn’t do justice to OG Musical Maria though. She’s gorgeous…

That picture of Roy will be my legacy.

(as for the tiny dab, that is also Saiko in case the pic was too small for you to tell XD funny thing is that I wasn’t even intending to have that slip in when I took the picture. I drew a tiny, mouth-and-nose-less ‘I am not impressed’ Urie face next to it too but guess that didn’t make it in haha LOL

I'm actually sorta obsessed with drawing tiny, dabbing figures right now because I just discovered an easy way to draw dabs and…well. It’s fun?)

AWW tysm! Tbh though I get the struggle. I hated all paints for the longest time because I also had no idea how to use brushes and control the amount of water I used and ended up with shapeless blobs or super runny pics (also I’ve never actually learned how to paint or draw…a couple of short lessons when I was really little, a month(?) of lessons around last year or the year before, that’s pretty much it. So idk how to do things really lol). But I sorta-recently got obsessed with watercolor paintings (SO PRETTY) and that’s why I started ‘practicing’ (AKA watching/reading a bunch of tutorials and trying my best to remember the few things I actually learned XD). I still can’t draw stuff just with watercolors though, I need to do a light pencil sketch and then color with paint.

OK that sounds so cool but problem: My phone is a super old flip phone that I’ve had since I was eight(?), so mobile games are a no XD and my parents probably wouldn’t buy me anything that costs money (they let me play simple free RP games and dating games on the internet since those are usually fairly innocent (I mean, it’s plot/character-based stuff, almost like a manga) but not anything too 'big’ you know? If I was old enough to buy games like that with my own money I don’t think they’d care tho, as long as I didn’t get obsessed with games or anything.)

Also just realized that I’m stupid and apparently forgot that I don’t have Steam. I was going to install it but can I ask you exactly what it is/how it works, first? I’m just kinda worried about randomly installing this since I don’t quite get it yet ^^;; (sorry I can be really, really stupid when it comes to stuff like this)

THAT’S SO CUTE. Let me recommend you a game too- a free RPG/Dating game called Ascension by ImpQueen! No download, you just go to ImpQueen and play it. There are three(?) chapters. The first chapter might not be that interesting compared to other games, but the game and the story keep getting more complex as you go on :D you also get new dateable characters every chapter and the MC, Aida, is AWESOME. Also, in chapter two and three you can actually customize the main cast’s appearances, like you’d do in a dress-up game! Another cool thing is that you get different 'personality points' depending on the things you say/do, and the amount of points you have for a certain personality can change the outcomes of certain situations.

It’s also really fun because other than the romance, the plot and Aida’s journey is super interesting too.

Do you know I’ve been reading some Ishida tweets lately and look at this (yes these are all real)

Fan: Excuse me, is it ok if I ask what major you chose at university?

Ishida: I have studied worthless knowledge in University.

Fan: Please take good care of yourself and eat well! (I think that’s what they said? It was in Japanese so)

Ishida: I ate some tomatoes!

Fan: How do you draw Arima, sensei? It’s so hard to draw him ;-;

Ishida: Sadistic & Massive. I keep that in my mind.

Fan: I love you please marry me

Ishida: Sure! When is convenient for you?

Fan: Be sure to rest when you need to, sensei…

Ishida: I don’t wanna rest

Fan: HOW DID AMON’S EYEBROWS GET LIKE THAT PLEASE I MUST KNOW SENSEI

Ishida: It’s natural, you know.

Fan with a picture of a cartoon skeleton for their profile pic: Will we ever learn what happened to Hide, sensei? Also, thank you for the sequel :) I love TG

Ishida: Well, I’m not sure…by the way, you are so skinny. Thank you!

Also, dude reads Shoujo manga. He tortures us with Touken, Kanae, Tsukiyama/Kaneki, Saiko/Urie…and then he goes and posts fanart he drew of a Shoujo manga he was reading and says that he’s sad it’s over omg

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I’d probably never want to leave that flask HOW COULD A TINY INSIGNIFICANT HUMAN DEFEAT ME SO EASILY NOOO

*sigh* I didn’t raise you to be like this…

(I just got the funniest/weirdest idea though: So Evans is like Luna’s mom in this relationship, Riza is Roy’s mom. Imagine what would happen when Roy/Luna got to the 'meeting the parents’ stage in their relationship)

Mei’s version of subtle-

Mei: Mr. Scar, Evans thinks you have pretty eyes.

Scar: 

Scar: What

(basically catastrophe. And I would never have actually said that…Luna probably told Mei to say that I said something nice about him and that’s what the kid came up with OTL)

Well, he became a criminal in Civil War so not a big surprise really ;-;

For a second I thought that pic was you

Wow, that’s great! Bet it looks amazing on the queen <3333

Funny thing is I thought I liked physical contact (like cuddling, hugging, hand-holding) but turns out that’s not the case XD I get super awkward when anyone who’s not my mom, dad, or my little sister/younger cousin touches me. Tbh the only person I feel comfortable with cuddling anytime, anywhere is my little sister because she’s still smol LOL

It’s definitely weird when people who aren’t that close with you try to hug you though. The only thing that can make it worse is if they gush about what a good, sweet child you are while doing it XD

(btw, I sent you a message about the TG Re Volume 12 omake; did it get eaten?)

((EDIT AFTER NEW CHAP OF TG: WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUU NO URIE NO N O)) Feel free to send more art anytime! I’ll always be glad to see it ^^

Is he really that bad? I mean, I’ve seen some memes, but didn’t think he was that trashy XD

Oh wow, thank you for that :P Who knows, maybe I would’ve broken my computer screen, because end the suffering already.

Dabbing Saiko, best Saiko. I assumed it was her because of the hair, but wasn’t 100% sure. Isn’t that Urie’s default face, tho. I mean, when is that man impressed? He does show emotion when he’s  trying to comfort someone, but that doesn’t happen very often.  *stares at that paragraph* *dabs aggressively* 

Ah, that’s what makes it even more impressive! I mean, we had art in elementary school, but it was mostly the ‘learn stuff yourself’ kind of art. Needles to say, I didn’t learn a lot. But watercolours really are a nice way of painting, since they can have really vibrant colours, yet be serene at the same time. Most people I know who draw, watercolour or not, use sketches and references, so I don’t see anything wrong with that ^^ Just take your time to learn what you want ^^

Oh, I see! So, free, computer games for you… Well, right now, CP is the only one I can think of, but I’ll discover more in the future and share them with you when I do ^^ The only paid games I play are on my phone, since I’m too shy to ask my parents to but me otome games… I have 0 problems playing them on my own, but not a lot of people know that I play them. 

Right, steam.  It’s a gaming platform. Technically, it’s an app for the computer on which you can download games that are available in the steam store. Some are free, some are paid. 

This is how the page looks. The little green button in the upper left corner is to download the app itself, and you’ll also need to create an account.  You’ll need to give an email, but it’s only for account verification and to send you bills if you decide to buy anything. However, if you don’t buy anything, the email will mostly be useless after the verification. I mean, I don’t remember getting a spam email from them at all.  After that, just go to the search bar, type Cinderella Phenomenon. And press play the game! It should automatically download the game to the steam app and you’re good to play ^^  No worries about asking questions! It’s actually admirable how you’re so careful around the internet ^^

Oh, I’ve actually played that before! I could never finish chapter 3, though… For some reason, it keeps glitching at one scene making me unable to continue further =3= It was quite fun to play! I just don’t remember most of it anymore, since it’s been a while since i’ve played ^^;;;

Ishida summarised my high school experience so far in a single tweet, only it’s about University XD

Wow. That’s so mean of him XD Seriously Ishida, why you gotta torture us so much??? (I just noticed my computer stopped auto-correcting Ishida, I think it finally learned I wanted to type it) 

Muhahahahaha I’ve contained the legendary dwarf!!! Now she won’t be able to convince a whole nation to commit collective suicide because their leader is a naive idiot!!

The two of you just talk about how randomly childish the two of us can get at times XD I think you’d get along pretty well with Riza, though. I mean, she’s a nice person, who knows what it’s like to be scared, so she’d be fine with taking lead of the conversation. 

Scar isn’t sure if it’s Mei’s idea of a prank or not, but he’d be slightly disappointed if it was cause he kindawantedEvanstothinkhiseyesarenice but nope he’s in denial.

From that day on, Luna learns that if she wants to get the two awkward dorks together, she’ll have to take things into her own hands. Probably goes something like this:

Luna: Evans, are you free at 5pm this Friday? Evans: Yeah, why? Luna: Scar, are you free at 5pm this Friday? Scar: Aha Luna: Great, because I’m not! Have fun you two!

My sweet sunshine child cap T^T

Aah, no, my hair i shorter than that ^^;;; Also, I look younger than I am OTL

I think it’s more of the ‘I like physical contact if I know the person and am close enough to them’ thingy. I mean, I have a few acquaintances who love hugs and I always shrink away from them, but with close friends, U’m sometimes the one who starts hugs. But you might also dislike contact in general, which is also fine, everyone has their own preferences ^^

I did, but I only noticed after I answered your message OTL Well, that’s certainly an interesting ship… Now I slightly ship it… 

#evans #submission