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dandyshucks · 2 months

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okay okay here we go - very messy off-the-cuff oc intro under the cut with some design sketches + doodles (IT'S KIND OF LONG):

random other doodle (another system member's self portrait i think? idk djfkdl) for the last pic there sorry fhdksl it was just a handy photo i had on hand that had almost the same dimensions for tumblrs cropping shenanigans (also that one emoji is there in the first pic bc i couldn't get that eye to cooperate fjkdkl)

anyhowdy uhhmm heres Theodor and Philby... Theodor uses he/she and Philby uses they/it and I'm literally just now realizing that they cover the main four bases wtf ... that was not intentional but it is funky and fun !! Theodor has a few nicknames like Teddy, Dory, Theo, etc, while Philby is is just Philby (their full name is Philbert but only their parents call them that LOL)

Theodor has a port wine stain birthmark on his left cheek ! and Philby potentially has rosacea but I'm still looking into that to make sure I'm not pulling any shitty moves if I'm going to have that be a part of their character. they (Philby) use mobility aids occasionally, generally just a cane, sometimes crutches, but they also have a wheelchair on hand for more difficult days.

Teddy is an interesting mix of very patient and loving while also sometimes cocky and impulsive, so he sometimes say things that are unintentionally hurtful or offensive (but is learning to apologize swiftly to help mend his mistakes). to people who don't know him well, he might come across as arrogant occasionally. he enjoys designing clothing items that Philby will often sew up for him, as well as experimenting with different coloured art mediums (pastels, paint, chalk, etc) and makeup (he is absolutely a skincare girlie fjfkdl). he comes from a family that's well-off (definitely upper class but not necessarily wealthy) so he's used to having money to throw around and doesn't quite fully grasp what it's like to be poor or working (or even middle) class, so there's some butting of heads there.

Philby comes from a working class family, not poor but definitely lower class lol. they have a fair amount of pride and can be kind of prickly, but they're extremely thoughtful and can be very kind and patient when they want to be. they're very practical and well-organized, and is integral to keeping things running smoothly in the household. they're very skilled with sewing and they also happen to be a good cartoonist! it takes a bit for them to warm up to new people, but they're usually just neutral and maybe a bit blunt with people they don't know well. if they dislike a person, they tend to have an attitude of "i don't want to waste any of my time on this person" and avoids the person rather than taking the time and energy to decide if they want to be pointedly rude or remain polite.

both of them are really good with kids in their own way! Philby likes being fun and clownish while Teddy prefers to be more of a comforting ... well... teddy bear sort of presence LOL. both of them are super patient w kids though, and they love to spend time helping out with kids when someone needs a babysitter! (why yes this is almost entirely just an excuse for me to think abt how they'd be so good with the kiddos in our system LMAO) if they ever ran a daycare or preschool together they'd be absolutely phenomenal at it, especially since they make up for what the other lacks in their approaches to interacting with children.

Theo prefers kitschy grandma-type aesthetics in both clothing and decor, while Philby enjoys a lot of bright colours and fun patterns that would fit more into "c.lowncore" and "k.idcore" aesthetics (with some occasional punk influences). Theo enjoys a lot of clothing that is maybe considered more feminine, while Philby just wears whatever is comfortable and brightly coloured, occasionally with some blacks to make the colours pop more!

they have a really interesting contrasting dynamic, Theo being a "gentle giant" while also being somewhat impulsive and more prone to hurting people accidentally with his words, and Philby being smaller in stature and more prickly but also much more thoughtful and careful with their words and actions.

also bonus funny thing: Theodor had a trad g.oth phase as a teen in highschool that lasted a couple years hehe

#me thinking i didnt have very much to say abt them yet and then ... this post comes into existence fjfkfjkl #tag later #i need to come up w tags for them dhjfld #dandy.cmd

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asukaskerian · 2 years

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Wait so in the one shot abo does Hashirama get a letter about the Uchiha killing senju that attacked them and hostage of Tobirama just for months later getting a letter from Madara saying he’s marrying him and then even later finding out Tobirama and Madara already have a kid together? Bc one hand in reality that’s so stressful but as a reader it’s also very funny even if I hope Hashirama has mito and Touka to talk about it with lmao

probably madara wants good relations with his future brother in law, so he sends the official "we got attacked unjustly and killed the attackers and took your brother hostage, so there!" and then sneaks him a more complete report with a letter from tobirama (yes he's being treated well yes this is part of madara's scheme to eventually make peace and he's not super sure it'll work but he'll stay put for a while to see how it progresses and he's ok etc. then he probably does give the "real" report of what happened, which is that people from the anti hashirama faction went to kill madara's baby and tobi, of course, loving babies and wanting to support hashirama, intervened and madara understands that this didn't reflect on the senju as a whole but only part of it, but madara can't admit how he knows that because it'll make tobirama look like a traitor if people think he goes around telling their enemies everything about the senju's internal issues.)

(madara of course reads that letter before allowing tobi to send it but apart from ranting that it WILL work he allows the disrespect of criticizing his great idea and doesn't censor it XD)

hashirama is very stressed out. but also, he knows his brother, so this "i went and got myself involved because 1. i didn't trust madara to protect his own child and 2. i trust and respect your great plan so much, brother". it sounds... doubtful to him. like, if that were the case he'd have taken the time to go to hashirama and ask him what he wanted to do and THEN ONLY he would have maybe said "ok give me a squad loyal to you and i'll go and fix it". that's the regular way to handle war issues that are NOT super deeply personal and make you irrational!

also all of tobi's armor is still in his bedroom so wtf.

so he goes to touka and mito and they all three of them wtf and worry for a while. but letters keep coming, about reparations for that unfair attack, and non-agression agreements in certain areas (everybody ends up liking that they can all go to the market in Middle Town without getting into a fight every time), and tobirama doesn't say very much in his letters but sometimes he'll mention a new kimono madara got him because all he had was the clothes on his back and hand-me-downs from izuna, which are too short and generally suck, oh and madara's heir gave him a flower yesterday --

he's allowed to hang out with madara's heir!! gasp. madara really must trust him, what happened?! but this is a big relief to hashirama that his brother wasn't locked away and only sees a jailer twice a day or whatever.

like a week before madara finally makes his marriage request, tobirama sends his brother a super secret portrait of the uchiha ruling family he did, with tsurugi's white hair lock front and center and her chin up and eyes all narrowed in doubt.

hashirama: oh how nice. i guess the analysts will want to look at --

touka: *CHOKES* oh my fucking god this is a kawarama face under itama hair.

she's older! she remembers them so young better than hashi does. but once she has pointed it out. how the fuck. how the fuck?????

mito: :X so uh how old is that kid again

anyway it's CHAOS in the family for like a week and then the marriage offer comes which is chaos again for a brand new reason.

but also hashirama cries a lot because his little niece is alive and not stillborn after all and he could never feel like he'd managed to reach tobirama in his grief so he's very relieved in some way. like, very D: that he wasn't told what really happened but also very relieved that tobi gets to hang out with the daughter he had to give up after all.

also, niece. aaaa. ;__;

... he's very confused as to whether tobi and madara DID have a secret love affair that tobi sacrificed for love of his clan. because tobi having a random one night stand with madara doesn't really make sense but tobi falling in love with The Uchiha and letting that advance to having enough sex to get pregnant when his fertility is so bad doesn't make sense either. mito has to remind him that he probably doesn't want the gory details yet.

#ABO quest

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dropssofjupitter · 3 years

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Hushed Whispers

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Summary: When you find house prefect and golden boy Tom Riddle talking to a snake, you’re sure that you’ve gone mad. Until it happens again. And again. And again. You walk in on their conversations so many times that you’re left to wonder if you’re imagining it, or if you really understood the snake too.

Word Count: 3.7 k

Warnings: Accidental property damage, Tom employs gaslight gatekeep girlboss, subtle manipulation (mental and possibly emotional), Does NOT follow the Fantastic Beasts lore concerning Nagini, slight swearing (one f-bomb is the only major thing though)

A/N: Me looking up what Arithmancy is in Harry Potter: Bitch that’s literally just celestial math wtf. Look at the stars and multiply 4 x 8. Do it coward. [This work is not beta read. Any mistakes are mine and mine alone]

I would also like to announce that I am looking for one, possibly two, beta readers! If you are interested please let me know!

Masterlist Part Two

It should be an absolute crime for professors to assign next day essays. The latest one, for instance, had sent you into such a tizzy in the library that you had nearly knocked over three bookcases (consecutively) and had spilt an entire vial of ink onto a book, much to the dismay of the librarian. You had been kicked out in minutes and forced to find a secluded alcove to work in. And then, moments later, forced to move to your common room due to back pains.

The common room, where you had just realized hours later that you’d left your book. It was after dark now, and well after curfew. Your roommate had retired to bed long ago, leaving you to catch up on your other classwork as she left to go spend the night in a friend’s room. She claimed that you were all but quiet when you pulled all-nighters, and you couldn’t help but agree. Your last one had ended with you blasting heavy metal muggle music at 3am in a weak attempt to stay awake.

It hardly mattered right now. Your book was still downstairs, and your essay was still sitting unfinished on your trunk. You had been staring at it for nearly an hour, willing either yourself to make the trek to the common room, or your essay to somehow finish itself. You glared at it for a moment longer before finally resigning yourself to the inevitability of your journey to the common room.

You nearly immediately regretted your decision as your bare feet met cold flagstone and a shiver ran up your spine. Gritting your teeth, and mourning the socks that you should have worn, you continued walking, relaxing as the chill gradually left your body. Voices whispered and conspired as you walked into the common room, dark save for the roaring fireplace that stayed lit at all hours of the night. No doubt they neglected to hear your entrance. Oh well, you weren't entirely up for a conversation anyways.

You spied your book on the table in the back corner near the portrait that doubled as a door and walked over to grab it, momentarily allowing yourself a sigh of relief as you saw that for once, not one Slytherin had thought to desecrate it. Maybe the librarian wouldn't completely kill you after all.

"No, you can't eat him," a voice drawled, low and bored.

You paused, tilting your head slightly as you looked over to the common room couch. Maybe you'd heard him wrong.

"But why not? He looks sso delicious," the second voice was higher and yet smoother, the s' drawn out thick and almost to the point of ridiculousness.

"He is mine to deal with and punish. Find yourself another meal.”

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you casually crept forward, stopping at the edge of the couch and freezing in the spot. Tom Riddle sat in the middle, one hand aimlessly flicking through a book on his lap and the second supporting a rather large boa constrictor. He looked up at you, one brow perfectly drawn up in an arch. It really was a shame how beautiful some people were.

"I'm sorry," you said softly, shaking your head to yourself as you realized that what you’d heard was most likely a result of the many sleepless nights you’d been having due to classwork. You clutched your book close to your chest, forcing a casual smile to come to the surface. “I thought I’d heard something strange. It must have been my mistake.” There was absolutely no way that Tom Riddle had been plotting anything, much less talking to a snake. Merlin you really needed to get some sleep.

Riddle’s face was passively blank, the lone eyebrow having been lowered long ago. He seemed to be assessing you, eyes narrowed so slightly that you were sure you were hallucinating it. “That’s quite alright,” he replied smoothly, a smile also finding its way onto his face.

It took everything in you to not shudder. His smile looked wrong. Like he had pasted it on his face to use as a mask. Your fingers tightened around the spine of your book and your smile turned shaky. “Right well, goodnight Riddle.”

He nodded to you, and you returned the action before backing away and scampering back up to your room at as normal of a pace as you could manage. You weren’t sure you had ever left a room quicker in your life.

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You had elected to ignore the strange midnight interaction altogether, erasing the thought of a scheming Riddle and a talking snake from your mind. And it had worked for a while. You had gone about your days, pouring over homework and hiding out in the libraries when you weren’t with your friends. You handed in assignments, lived off of coffee, went to parties. You had entirely forgotten the strange hallucination of talking snakes. That is, until it happened again.

The librarian had begrudgingly allowed you to stay after curfew, making a point of setting up a significant number of wards around the restricted section and telling you numerous times that she would blame you for any damaged property before she left. You couldn’t really blame her for being so overly cautious, but you were still relieved when she finally left.

You worked by candlelight, a stack of books and parchment surrounding you as the scratch of your quill echoed in the empty room. “Okay so if unicorn’s blood acts as a catalyst as well as an immortalizer, and the potion needs to be kept at a stable temperature for around three hours,” you trailed off, leaning back in your seat to tap your quill to your chin. “How do I nullify the catalytic effects without also neutralizing the immortalizing properties?”

You glanced at the books surrounding you, eyes flipping over the titles numerous times before realizing that you were going to need much more extensive texts. With a sigh, and whilst your mind ran over possible additions to the potion, you stood and made your way to the back section of the library where you knew the potions books were. Your fingers ran over the spines of books, your mind whirling with possibilities.

“Trolls blood? No, that would react with the snapdragon extract and cause it to overboil.” You pulled out a book, scanning the table of contents before putting it back and searching for another. “What if I could isolate and manipulate mandrake roots? Would that even be possible?” You muttered to yourself as you pulled out and put back yet another tome, steadily growing closer to the end of the aisle and in turn the end of the potions section. “But mandrakes aren’t in season right now, so even if I did figure it out . . .”

Footsteps sounded to your left, soft and ominous. You whipped around, hands instinctively moving to clutch the place where your wand usually was in your pocket. You felt nothing but fabric and cursed. You’d left it at the table. The chances were high that it was just another student sneaking down here for the thrill of it, but something in you screamed that this was more than that.

With an overabundance of confidence that was extremely misplaced, you crept towards the footsteps, following them at a distance and stopping when they did. You were pressed against a bookcase one aisle behind them, breathing heavily and straining your ears to hear something, anything. And then it happened. Just like the other night when you had seen Tom Riddle.

“The boy iss not faithful.” A low hiss, a growl on the s. A voice that crawled up your spine and settled on the base of your neck like cool scales.

“The boy is what I say he is.” That was Riddle’s voice. It had to be. It sounded just like him.

“He will cave. He iss weak.”

“That is for me to decide.” Riddle’s voice had grown cold and sent a shiver up your arms, making your eyes widen in fear at the tone. “Now leave. Do not come to me again unless I call for you.”

You pressed yourself further into the bookshelf, holding your breath in a panic as you waited for the footsteps of whoever Riddle was talking to to pass. But instead of footsteps, you watched in mute horror as the same snake you’d seen previously slithered its way along the library floor. It slid past you, not even glancing in your direction as it presumably made its way out of the library. You released a breath after it left your line of sight and ventured out into the aisle, staring after the reptile that had since disappeared.

“You’re breaking curfew.”

“Shit!” You cursed, nearly jumping as Riddle’s voice sounded suddenly from behind you. You turned around, one hand placed over your heart as it raced.

His face twisted slightly, arms clasped together behind his back. “5 points for language.”

“I’m sorry,” you replied, breathing heavily and still trying to quell the growing anxiety inside of you. You were five seconds away from being caught and you needed to think. “I got permission from Mrs. Punce to work on my potions project in the library tonight. I swear I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

He pressed his lips together, eyes scanning the shelves that surrounded them. “The potions aisle is three rows down.”

Your eyes scanned the books next to you and read the closest one. The Practical Uses and Findings of Modern Astronomy. Merlin you couldn’t think of one convincing lie to cover this one up. “I . .” you swallowed thickly, finding it hard to meet his eyes but doing so nonetheless. “I thought I saw a snake.”

“A snake?” His mouth lifted at the corners slightly, the beginning of a smirk finding purchase on his lips. “And how exactly would a snake find its way inside the castle?”

He was patronizing you, you could tell. But you were too scared to be offended. “I’m not sure,” you replied lamely.

“Hm. Of course,” he mused. He had moved on from patronizing to purely making fun of you now, and you hated how it made you shrink. You were surprised he hadn’t laughed at you outright yet. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your snake hunting,” he replied with a wave of his hand, turning to walk away. He stopped at the edge of the aisle, turning to look at you over his shoulder briefly. “And I would recommend distilling Acromantula venom and adding six drops to the unicorn blood. It should give the desired effect.”

You had to physically stop your jaw from dropping as you watched him walk away, mind filled with a million more questions than when you had been pouring over your potions homework. Just how long had Riddle been in the library?

The clock struck one throughout the castle and it woke you from your daze, alerting you to the fact that even though you had had another peculiar interaction with the prefect, you still had a potions assignment to finish. You dutifully made your way back over to your table, picking up a book on venoms and their uses on the way. When you reached your table, however, you were surprised to see a book that you had not grabbed sitting casually on top of your stack of parchment.

Curious, you picked it up, fingers tracing the title. The Extensive History and Linguistic Studies of Parseltongue.

~~~~~~~

You were mad. You had to be. There was no other explanation for this. The book was a cruel joke and the whole thing was an elaborate setup for a prank.

You had finished the book in question only an hour ago, hands resting on the last page in shock as you absorbed this new information. If the book was right, and that was a big if, then it was highly probable that Riddle was a Parseltongue. And that you were one too.

But that couldn’t be right, could it?

In mere minutes you had found yourself marching up to Professor Slughorn’s door, determination showing itself in the way you knocked demandingly and absolutely did not think this through. Merlin you hoped this was a good idea. The door opened moments later, giving you no time to second guess your actions as you looked up and came face to face with Tom Riddle. Someone up there really did not like you.

“Tom, who is it m’boy?” Slughorn’s voice called from behind him.

Tom’s eyes did not leave your face as he answered, seemingly striving to pick you apart from the outside, not unlike an Arithmancy problem. He called your name back to the professor, apparently set on barring your entrance from the room unless told otherwise. You could only count yourself lucky that you weren’t facing him alone this time.

“Oh? Well let her in, let her in!” He replied enthusiastically.

Riddle moved only slightly, forcing you to brush against him as you passed through the doorway. You tried to ignore the smug smile on his face and focused instead on asking your question and then leaving. Although Tom being in the room when you asked the question did complicate things further. Would he think that you were on to him? That you were trying to report him to the professors? Were you even going to report him to the professors? It was highly likely that Dumbledore already had previous knowledge of Tom’s . . gift, but did he know what he was saying to the reptiles or what he was planning to -

You suddenly realized that there were a lot more people in the room than you had previously thought.

“Hello!” Slughorn called from his seat at the head of a table. A table that was currently filled with about six other students all staring at you instead of their half-finished desserts on the table in front of them.

You grimaced slightly. You must’ve interrupted a slug-club meeting. You had heard that the professor was holding dinners and events with a select few students, but you had never been invited to any of them and had doubted the club’s very existence in the first place. You were going to have to give your roommate 3 sickles later.

“Hello professor,” you called back, cautiously moving closer to his edge of the table. “I was wondering if I might ask you an academic question, but if this is a bad time I can come back later.”

“Oh no, not at all!” he replied happily, hands clasped in front of him as he turned to face you. “We’re all academics here, aren’t we,” he asked with a laugh and a glance to the students surrounding him.

You refrained from notifying him that at least two of his students were managing a failing grade in Charms at the moment, and instead elected to nervously twist your fingers behind your back. Your gaze drifted over towards Riddle who was staring at you with what you would have earlier assumed to be disinterest, but you now recognized as patience. He was waiting to see what you would do. He knew that you knew.

You straightened your back and put on a brave face, returning your attention back towards Slughorn who was looking at you expectantly. “I’ve been hearing quite a few rumors around the school, and I was simply wondering if they were true.” You paused, hands fisting behind your back as you stared directly at Riddle. “I was wondering if there might be a Parseltongue within the school.”

Slughorn twisted his head, cocking it at an angle as a look of bewilderment overtook his face. “Well of course it is a very rare gift for one to possess, very rare indeed. But it is not completely out of the question I suppose for a student here to control such a talent.” He paused, his fingers folding together on the table in front of him as he leaned forward. “Wherever did you hear such a rumor?” He asked curiously, always desperate for gossip it seemed.

“Oh, just around the common room,” you answered with a tight smile and a vague wave of your hand. “Thank you for entertaining my questions professor,” you said, heading towards the door and desperate to be rid of this room. Slughorn murmured his reply, and the other students stared at you curiously as you exited the room. But not before you glanced up ever so slightly and locked eyes with Riddle once more, feeling a chill run up your spine as you watched the corner of his mouth lift up into a knowing smirk.

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You were roughly aware that it was raining outside; the cold water splashing into puddles on the balcony of the tower you were on every so often. You could hear the rumble of thunder and could feel the storm in the air, but you weren’t present. Not really.

It had been a week since you had asked Slughorn about Parseltongue’s, and you had done next to nothing with your newfound information. No deep dives into the subject (information was lacking on it anyways), no testing out your abilities and trying to talk to snakes, nothing. In fact, it was much more like you had been in denial about the entire thing.

You couldn’t be a Parseltongue. You didn’t want to be. You didn’t even really know what it was. But all you knew was that as a Slytherin, and with the reputation that your house already had, you couldn’t risk one more item tainting your character.

You sighed and wrapped your hands around your knees, drawing the blanket that was wrapped around you tighter and resting your head there. It was cold. You could see your breath if you huffed. Maybe you should move.

Someone cleared their voice from behind you and it took every ounce of willpower not to jump up and scream. What was it with people in this school and sneaking up on you? You turned your head, thoroughly annoyed and ready to tell someone off for intruding on your Saturday when your voice died in your throat. Riddle stood behind you. Of fucking course.

“Can I help you?” you asked, reaching out and grasping the mug of coffee that you had set down moments earlier. You needed caffeine if you were going to survive this interaction.

“I know that you’ve figured it out,” he replied bluntly, his eyes roving over the small interior of the tower before returning to you.

“That I’m failing Astronomy and don’t know how to use a telescope for shit?”

“That I’m a Parseltongue.”

“Damn I was really hoping we were talking about the telescope thing.”

“And that you are one too.”

You paused, mug raised inches from your lips and eye hardening. You did not want this. You did not want to give people an excuse to further outcast you from things, to deem you ‘evil’ when you were still a child. “No. I’m not.”

Riddle raised an eyebrow, taking a few steps closer under the guise of examining a tapestry on the wall closest to you. “Really?” he mused, fingers reaching out to touch the threads.

You blinked as you watched the strands begin to move like snakes and turned away. Were you shaking from the cold? You felt warm. “Yes.”

“How strange. Because we’ve been speaking it this entire time.”

The room froze. Your eyes widened. “. . .what?” you whispered.

He didn’t repeat himself, only looked at you. But the student that you had once known as Tom Riddle was gone. The man who looked back at you exuded power, knowledge, and fear. He made you feel as if saying no to him was a very dangerous thing.

“That’s not possible.” You were not shaking from the cold. This was something else. A pit in your stomach winding tighter. The coffee in your mug was shaking, almost spilling. You couldn’t find the will to put it down.

If you hadn’t noticed that you were speaking a different language, how were you supposed to stop it from happening? How were you supposed to prevent a slip up if you thought you were still okay?

“A shame you have no interest in learning about it, truly.” He sighed, fingers dropping from the tapestry as he shrugged. “Oh well. Do enjoy the rain.” He waved, raising only two fingers and mocking the true thing before turning.

He was going to leave. You were going to let him do it. Except . . .

“Wait!” you called out before he got to the stairs, desperation thick in the air. “Can you . . . can you teach me how to use it? How to avoid speaking it?” You didn’t know what you were doing. This wasn’t that big of a deal, it shouldn’t be. But you were so desperate to be seen as something other than a villain for once.

He turned towards you, his head barely twisted so that he could look you in the eyes. He smiled, the same one that set you on edge the first night you had heard him conversing with a snake. “Of course.”

~~~~~

A door slammed behind him, the tension in the room palpable. Nagini made her way over to where he stood at a chess board, weaving between his feet.

“Isss it done?,” she asked, tongue flicking out of her mouth as she watched him move.

“Of course it is,” Tom replied, fingers flitting over the pieces already on the board before finally settling on one. The Queen. “She’s so desperate to fit in, she didn’t even realize what she was doing.”

He grasped the chess piece in his hand, watching as the surface rippled under his fingertips and morphed into her figure. Once the transformation was complete, he placed it back down on the chess board, sitting back in his chair and steepling his hands under his chin.

“What now?” asked Nagini, her head perched on his shoulder and her body winding up the back of the chair.

“Now,” Tom replied, the beginnings of a smile settling onto his face. “Now we wait. And let her and the others fall right into our trap.” He hummed, flicking a finger and moving the chess piece that he had just made forward. The game was afoot.

“Our time is coming Nagini. Prepare the Chamber of Secrets.”

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tteokggukk · 4 years

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welcome to my youtube channel → kth

✳ pairing: idol!taehyung x youtuber!reader

✳ genre: fluff, taehyung scenario, stranger to lovers, reader is an artist who posts art videos on youtube

✳ warnings: none!

✳ words: 2.9k

✳ a/n: hello, this is my second bts oneshot/scenario. i just like to write for fun but if you’d like to let me know if there’s anything i can improve on please do so! i’d love to know how to improve. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

You spoke in front of the camera. Sets of acrylic paint were spread out across the table next to a stand that held an 18x24 inch canvas. You were in the middle of making your seventeenth video, a highly requested one at that, and deep down you were ecstatic to start working on the painting.

Never in your life did you think you would ever start a YouTube account. You always considered yourself a very shy and private person, not one to go out of their way and broadcast themselves all over the internet. Your best friends, however, were two very well-known YouTubers and always found a way to include you in their videos and live streams. Somehow people liked seeing more of you, and so you were convinced by your best friends and the audience to start your own YouTube channel.

But you weren't very accustomed to bringing a camera everywhere with you to document and share whatever was happening in your daily life, you found it too awkward and you were still camera-shy, so you decided to create content in a way that would still keep you comfortable while doing something you loved.

An art channel.

Your channel blew up pretty fast. Requests started pouring in here and there. You became known for your very calm demeanor and artistic skills, so you took this as an opportunity to sell your works online as a way to earn some extra money for your future. Occasionally, you'd do lives to talk to your fans and you were happy at the support they showed you, which only encouraged you to keep making videos.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started," you told the camera, mentally telling yourself to insert the comments and messages you got in your DMs to paint this Adonis-like human being. The requests started coming in after you had an Instagram live where you did some quick sketches while playing some of your favorite songs in the back, and people noticed one of the songs you played was by him.

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand"," you spoke, adding air quotes, "I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

You started mixing different colors in your palette and showed everyone the picture for your reference.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

Taehyung watched as you spoke in the video, looking behind you to see a bunch of art materials. The title of the video was left ambiguously, only being named most requested video, leaving him no clue on what it was you were going to create this time.

He's been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he'd subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting.

Because of your channel, he even created an anonymous YouTube account just to leave nice comments on your videos along with a private Instagram account to be able to watch your lives.

Needless to say, he didn't miss that one live where you played the song Winter Bear. It made his whole night, making him sleep with a smile on his face.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started."

He watched as a bunch of comments started appearing onscreen popping up one by one as they gradually got faster, eventually covering you. It took a moment before it sunk in that he was the highly requested person they wanted you to paint. He paused the video, wide-eyed, before shouting in excitement. Jimin had to come in and check what the whole commotion was about.

"Y/n's going to paint me!" Taehyung exclaimed, his mouth turning into his famous boxy smile.

"Ah, the YouTuber you really like?" Jimin smiles before sitting down next to Taehyung who continued playing the video, "I wanna see."

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand", I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

"Wow, she seems really kind," Jimin says, while Taehyung only nods, his eyes glued to the screen.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

He felt his heart beat fast when you mentioned his name, and without realizing it his ears have gone all red.

On screen, you began sketching, "You guys have also been sending me a lot of questions lately, which is why I decided to tweet about doing a q&a."

"What questions did you ask?" Jimin asked Taehyung.

"I asked her if being an artist is something she'd like to pursue," Taehyung told him.

"Ooooh, trying to get to know her," Jimin teases, "Our little Taehyungie has a celebrity crush."

Taehyung rolls his eyes but breaks out into a grin anyway, "I just respect her artistry."

"Right, okay," Jimin snickers, obviously not buying it.

Taehyung knew he was telling the truth, though. It was impossible to have feelings for someone who you only knew through a screen. He found you attractive for sure, but he of all people would know that almost no one is completely one-hundred percent themselves on screen. Genuine as you may be, there are still things that are best kept to yourself. He couldn’t lie though, if given the chance to get to know you, he’d never pass up on that offer.

"Someone asked why I don't use that much ready-made paint," You spoke on screen, "It's ‘cause I learn a lot from mixing my own colors, and also I just really enjoy it."

The painting was beginning to come together halfway through the video and Taehyung's question finally made its way to you. "Kimyeontan95 asks, ‘is painting a career you want to pursue? I love your work, by the way’."

"That was basically I love you," Jimin holds back a laugh, earning him a light punch in the arm from Taehyung.

"Thank you so much, kimyeontan95, and no, painting is just a hobby of mine and a way to earn some future savings. I actually really want to be a novelist."

Taehyung smiled after hearing you answer his question. Later on, the video was over and his portrait was complete. He hurriedly redirected himself to the link that was provided for the auction.

Something in him wanted to have that painting no matter what, so he set himself as the highest bidder and eventually had it mailed to his home where he put your work up in his room to cherish.

A day after your video was posted, you woke up to a thousand notifications from your phone. Hundreds of people were mentioning you in tweets and you had numerous missed calls from your best friends and some texts telling you to check your online art shop. You groggily scroll through your feed, a bit confused as to what was happening.

I wanted to buy this painting and I had it in my list, but now it's unavailable!

Y'ALL WHAT RICH KID SET THE HIGHEST BID TO A MILLION DOLLARS IM CRYING

@yourtwittername are you planning to sell a new collection?

a million dollar bid wtf swownwowksodiowl

Someone just bought all of @yourtwitterusername's paintings. I'm crying in broke eye—

but like what if taehyung set that bid? @yourtwitterusername

What?

I just woke up and my mentions are pouring. What is going on? You tweeted.

Thousands of replies began coming in leaving you feeling overwhelmed and confused on where to start. Everyone was telling you to check your site, and so you did. You felt your heart almost stop beating when you saw that every single artwork you had up for sale were sold out. Nothing was left behind. You checked your emails, and the confirmations were there.

How could this have happened overnight?

ALL MY WORKS ARE SOLD OUT?!?!?!?? WHO COULDVE DONET THIS??? You tweeted, hands shaking.

You felt your heart race, a wide grin that could go even wider if possible was plastered on your face. You tried to stop yourself from screaming in excitement but couldn't so you ended up jumping up and down and doing happy dances before calming down to assess the situation. Finally, you sat down in front of your laptop to see where all your works were being shipped to.

Replies started coming in.

CONGRATS YOU FIGURED IT OUT

WILL U RESTOCK

AHSKWJOA CONGRATS BB

I'M SO HAPPY FOR U

BUT Y/N WHO BOUGHT THEM ALL

Checking your emails, you discover that your art works were all bought by one person. Anonymous. There was no name and someone requested to have their personal information redacted.

Anonymous? Surely this wasn't a joke?

The person kept their name anonymous. You tweeted and muted the notifications just to allow yourself to focus on finding out who it was that bought everything.

At the bottom of all the removed personal information, there was one username that you were sure you've heard or seen somewhere.

@ Kimyeontan95.

Underneath the username was a short but sincere message.

"Your videos have always helped me wind down after a long, busy day. I can't express how much you inspire me with your talent and how I wish someday you'd teach me to be half as good as you, as I'm not very gifted in the painting department. I admire how you put your gifts into good things, and I very much idolize you in one way or another. This is just a small way of showing my support for you, but also because all your works are amazing and I'd love to have a small room filled with my favorite art works. I look forward to reading works of yours soon, future novelist.”

Feeling the heat creeping up on your cheeks, you smiled to yourself. The letter was definitely heartfelt and you wanted so badly to thank the person who sent it.

Later that afternoon, you decided to go on live to personally thank the anonymous buyer for buying your works and for sending that wonderful note. You fixed yourself up a little bit and pressed live as thousands of your followers began to tune in.

"Hello, everyone," you greeted, smiling. Replies with greetings started coming in and you couldn't help but chuckle at the eager messages your followers were sending. They truly made you happy.

As expected, several questions began pouring in.

"Right, so, I wanted to do this live because of what happened. As you may have noticed, all my works were suddenly sold out which definitely took me by surprise," you started, "Unfortunately the buyer left everything anonymous. They only left what I assume is a username and a short letter, which I will keep to myself for personal reasons."

@follower1WHAT

@follower2 will you keep selling your works?

@follower3 THATS SUCH A SWEET GESTURE THO OMG/

@follower4 am I the only one who thinks a secret admirer bought it

@follower5 check my YouTube channel I made a theory on who bought her works

@follower6 i rlly think it's taehyung

@follower7 I’'m so proud of you :(((

"If the person who bought all of my paintings is watching this, I really want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I appreciate the letter as well, you've honestly made me the happiest person on Earth," you smiled.

@follower8 AWWWWW

@follower9 ANON COME OUT

@follower10 i really wanna know what the letter says

@ Kimyeontan95 I'm glad :)

Your heart stopped at one of the replies. You took your phone immediately from its fixed position with wide eyes and began scrolling up fast because of the immediate replies coming in. Wasn't that the username?

@follower11 what's going on?

@follower12 y/n are you okay?

You could no longer find the reply so you set your phone down, fixing it back in place.

"For a second I thought the person who bought it was watching my live," you sighed and smiled nervously, "So anyways— I'd really love to express my gratitude so if they're watching, please contact me. I can't say thank you en—"

Suddenly the replies were frantic. People were sending keyboard smashes here and there. Only a few of them were actual coherent comments. "What is going on?" You asked as you began scrolling through.

@follower13 Y/N CHECK VLIVE

@follower14 TaEHYUNF IS ON LIVE

@follower15 I kNEW IT THOUGH???

@follower16 Y/N CHECK TAEHYUNGS LIVE

@follower5 Y'ALL I WAS RIGHT I SAID CHECK MY YT

Keeping your live on, you grabbed your laptop as fast as you could to check out the links being sent to your live. When it finally loaded, you could've sworn you'd have a heart attack.

"Oh, I think she's watching me," Taehyung grinned through his live, holding his phone in front of the camera. He quickly shows the viewers his phone screen, which showed your live of you watching him through your laptop. Your eyes widened and you looked back at your phone camera that was broadcasting your live, then back at his live.

Taehyung started giggling, "I guess we're just watching each other, huh?" He smiled. Behind him were packed and unpacked parcels of paintings you recognized were yours. If it was even possible, your eyes grew even wider at this, "Oh my god," you breathed out.

"I should probably introduce myself," Taehyung spoke, "Hello everyone, I'm Kim Taehyung. How are you all doing? Today I’m planning on redecorating my room after our practice. What are the packages behind me? Oh, these are paintings I recently bought."

"Are those my paintings?" You asked out loud, though you knew the answer.

"Are those my paintings?" Your voice echoed from Taehyung's broadcast as your live was streaming from his phone. He grinned sheepishly, "Yes, these are your works, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," You smiled, "You were the buyer?"

You mentally slapped yourself for asking such obvious questions, but you just couldn't believe everything that was happening now.

"Yes," he chuckles, "I really love your paintings." Suddenly the sound of Jimin’s voice echoed from behind and Taehyung quickly stood up to lock the door, knowing he’d get the teasing of a lifetime if Jimin came and saw him talking to you.

"Thank you so much, I—" Your voice began to crack and your eyes welled with tears that you tried to fight back, "I really appreciate it. And the letter, that was really sweet."

"No, thank you. Wait, don't cry—" Taehyung spoke nervously.

"I'm just so happy," You laughed while wiping the tears off.

The replies from both ends were coming in like crazy. On one hand, majority of everyone watching found the whole scenario cute and started pairing you two out of nowhere, though there were a few haters on the other. It didn't really bother you, you were just so happy someone you idolized noticed your work.

"I'm glad," he was watching you with a fond smile through his phone, then the sound of the Jin’s voice began coming from outside Taehyung’s room, "Sorry for this sudden grand reveal. I really can't stay on live for too long but I'd love to keep talking to you." He spoke.

"Oh no, that's okay," You spoke fast.

"Do you mind if I send you a message? Assuming you already know the username," he asks.

"No not at all, I'd love to keep talking as well," your heart was beating erratically now. You didn't have to see your face to know how red it was becoming.

"Alright, great. Um, before I end this vlive I just wanna say you're a great artist and to all my viewers watching this, please support y/n's artworks and her channel! If I see any negative comments, I'll be taking responsibility and I'll unfortunately have my agency involved in taking those out," he spoke in a commercial tone kind of voice, "And to y/n, I'll be keeping in touch.” The door from behind him suddenly bursts open and Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook rush inside.

“You were talking to her!” Jimin shouts excitedly.

“Finally!” Jungkook claps.

“Is that why you kept the door locked?” Jin teases.

“Bye, everyone!" Taehyung quickly waves goodbye to the camera and smiles before turning the broadcast off.

You sat there stunned, almost forgetting you were also on live. You turned to your phone which was still recording you, "That was unexpected."

Suddenly, a notification in your DMs popped up. "I'll go ahead and process everything that just happened now, bye guys! See you in my next video." You ended the live with a wave and smile.

You quickly went into your direct messages and found the same username, Kimyeontan95. You opened it and found a picture of Taehyung holding one of your paintings with a peace sign on his other hand, the other members behind him posing with your other works, making you laugh.

Your heart fluttered at the message below the picture.

I hope this isn't too sudden, but would you like to go out with me sometime?

a/n: hello! if you finished it, thank you so much for reading! i hope you liked it hehe. i think i’m gonna keep posting the stuff i write bc i have so many ideas for the other members as well. also this is fun hehe. if you wanna read my other work, let’s fall in love for the night, ← here’s a link! thanks again for reading and please look forward to my future writing/edits.

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Honestly, i think the more petty and insecure stuff is how Tim taunts Damian in 2011 Batman and Robin like??? Tim wtf???

From issue 10. Like Damian does make the first comment but he's also a 10 year old and Tim (at least 18 at this point) just keeps dunking on him for no reason. It's especially weird because at this point, Jason and Tim are sort of buddies so like Tim can get along with someone who tried to murder him. Idk I'm not a Tim stan, i read about 100 or so issues of his solo run, and all of Young Justice 98, and he just doesn't appear to be this petty with anyone but Damian. Their rivalry is really dumb and looks bad for both the characters- it gives DC a way to keep regressing Damian's character and is just plain OOC for Tim. Idk i have a little brother who has the same age gap and just like yeah no i don't think this is remotely realistic (yeah i know everything in the DC universe isn't realistic but this rivalry is just trash and seems it's being used a way to show their character as struggling to fit in with the family without actually doing it in a nuanced or realistic way).

Thanks for chiming in! I will confess Tim does wind up looking kind of petty to me but also :P I like Damian and am neutral on tim so I was wondering if I was biased.

I do agree that the rivalry is kind of dumb thats why I’m trying to think of how to resolve it in my verse. I know I got one reply on my post saying the red robin run tim was uncharacteristically violent but possibly explained (but not excused) by tim’s extremely fragile mental state at the time. which was my interpretation of it at the time sort of (that he was projecting damian as an avatar for all the things going on wrong with his life)

getting around to new 52 i have no clue why the writers decided to persist in it. it definitely does make tim look pretty petty at this point especially since they write him on decent terms with jason who did also try to kill him. my only guess would be if they retconned jason trying to kill tim but not damian for some reason.

though tbh i always assumed that as a superhero, tim would be more offended that jason killed people after tim broke him out of jail than that he tried to kill him.

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[image: a comic page from batman and robin 2011 taking place in wayne manor featuring tim drake, damian wayne, alfred pennyworth, bruce wayne, and an unnamed painter guy. the family is standing across from teh painter guy and bruce is standing up and touching the chair. BRUCE: Can I lose the chair and simply standi n the middle of everyone? PAINTER: Whatever you prefer, Mister Wayne. Last I checked, you are the client. Dick, Tim, and Damian are all clustered together. DICK: We should pull the shades, have him paint us with night vision goggles in our natural environment. DAMIAN: I think caravaggio would be better suited to capture us in our element. TIM: DIdn't he play for the yankees? DAMIAN: He was a 17th century italian painter. Thanks for reminding me what a complete lack of culture you possess, Drake. TIM: ANd thanks for reminding me what an arrogant idiot you are, Damian. Dick smiles and tries to step between them. DICK: C'mon. let's turn those frowns upside down.

the five characters are now all clustered in front of the painter with bruce in the middle.

BRUCE: Okay, this feels better, don't you think, more natural, less... dictorial.

DICK: Yeah, we wouldn't want anyone thinking you like to be the boss, Bruce.

PAINTER: Everyone get a little close, please. I need to reposition you.

Alfred kind of hunches his shoulders and points to the side and Damian runs off panel.

ALFRED: Maybe no is a good time to reassess my inclusion in --

BRUCE (putting hand on alfred's shoulder): This is a family portrait, Alfred, so stand still and be quiet

DAMIAN: We forgot a wayne!

Damian comes back with his great dane, titus. He has titus sit down right next to everyone.

DAMIAN: Sit, Titus. TIM: You got a new pony to ride, huh? DAMIAN: He's a great dane. One word from me and Titus can take your throat out. TIM: I forgot killing's your specialty --

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#ask #shamelessbatfamtrash #dc comics #batman and robin 2011 #damian wayne #batfam #tim drake #titus

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Harry Potter Next Generation Headcanons

im bored. im full of emotions, and am rly missing the HP world... i just want to write down my headcannons for the next gen kiddos tbh.

please remember these are just my opinions? its okay if yours are different. im just bored and want to share my thoughts,,

Teddy Lupin

his name is Theodore Remus “Teddy” Lupin. it’s just what it is

I don’t care what JKR says, to me his name will always be Theodore

i can’t do this “Edward” stuff im so sorry,,,

h u f f l e p u f f

proper school uniform? never heard of it

messy hair, messy clothes

punk rock child

we’re talking like,,,at least two (2) lip piercings ok

absolutely terrible in herbology. do not leave this child alone in a greenhouse, bad things happen

fuckin hoards chocolate

its a problem

dating Victorie Weasley

random bursts of dancing

keeps a lock of hair pink for his mother

lives with the Potters, enjoys pretending to be Ginny to ground his siblings

“Lily, why aren’t you coming out of your room? Dinner’s ready?” “You said I’m grounded! You tell me!” “What? Oh, for the- THEODORE REMUS LUPIN-“

s m i r k s

effortlessly cool,,, but so so dorky,,, in a cool way

Victorie Weasley

ravenclaw!

looks a lot like her mother, Fleur, but inherited those Weasley freckles

a little confused a lot of the time

absolute sweet tooth (teddy abuses this fact a lot)

Mom Friend™

will help you with your homework

always got a book on her

super beautiful and like,,,, the absolute nicest person,,, but

cannot dance

like at all

adores Charms class

a softie you don’t want to cross

“I’m the oldest”

Dominique Weasley

inherited the Classic Weasley Red Hair™

idolises her Uncle Charlie

“I wanna save animals and work with cool dragons, just like Uncle Charlie does!”

Bill almost has a heart attack

always bringing stray animals home

(“is that a lizard in your pocket, Dominique?” “Yes! His name is Blob.” “You know how your father’s afraid of reptiles, sweetheart, you can’t bring it inside.”)

Gryffindor child

favourite class is definitely Care of Magical Creatures, she and Hagrid like to talk about proper care methods for rare creatures

perpetual dirt stains

BIG middle child vibes

doesn’t really label her sexuality… just kinda does what she wants rly

all the pets in Hogwarts love her

rumours are she’s got an innate, natural magical ability to make them all love her

(she feeds them under the table)

it’s a mystery

big advocate for animal rights

f e m i n i s t

willing to throw hands at all times

usually all smiles though

one of those people who use their whole bodies to laugh

kind of an accidental heartthrob

romcoms

Louis Weasley

looks the most like his mother

ravenclaw

absolutely filled with curiosity. always reading or talking or learning

random facts

(how do you even find that sort of information?

you don’t want to know)

coffee boy

sort of musically talented?

he and James Sirius preach the importance of skincare to all who will listen

secretly full of sass and dry wit

vry graceful and fluid

e y e r o l l

awkward smiles? can never smile properly in photos

on the ravenclaw quidditch team

Ravenclaw Prefect

(“You might be older, but I’m taller.” “Fuck off!”)

only watches High Quality™ tv shows/media

kind of a disaster, despite the gracefulness

Molly Weasley

Classic red hair

comes across as a bit uptight, like her father

I don’t care what you think. (She really cares what you think.)

E y e b r o w s

death glares

drinks like 5 cups of coffee in the morning

studies,,, like a lot

definitely a Gryffindor though

mom jeans

always ready to debate a topic. will destroy opponents.

has been trying to start a successful Debate Club for like 4 years now

naturally falls into the position of a group leader

would be a teacher’s pet, if she wasn’t ready At All Times™ to debate the relevancy of the course syllabus or outdated teaching methods

got into a fight with Severus Snape’s portrait in Headmistress McGonagall’s office.

(Dumbledore’s portrait was laughing, until she turned and ragged on him for a bit. Minerva thought it was absolutely hilarious, so she just let Molly go at it for a while).

full of rage towards everything, but wears a very careful mask of aloofness

to calm down, she likes painting her nails

she’s very good at it

she’s also very good at painting and art in general, weirdly enough

Lucy Weasley

G R Y F F I N D O R

adores shitty puns and has a terrible sense of humour

brown hair, not red

loves to prank people, which makes her Uncle George very proud

Percy complains about her behaviour, but makes sure he knows he’s proud too

(charming all the cauldrons in the potions classroom to scream whenever they’re stirred takes a more complex understanding of spell work than one would expect).

a pit of a punk streak

rly loves hip hop

high key drama queen

does she ever stop yelling? we’re yet to find out

average grades in terms of theory, but she’s the best in terms of applying information

especially for her pranks

has allies throughout the castle, from the portraits to the students

the bigger the prank, the better

but is a firm believer in “confuse, don’t abuse”

all her pranks are mostly harmless

is a surprising lover of older literature, like Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, an influence of her sister

a bit rebellious

Fred Weasley II

name isn’t officially “the second”, but it sounds cooler

James Potter, Lucy Weasley, Molly Weasley and Fred Weasley are like the Marauders 2.0

says “squad” and “lit” unironically

niche humour

hipster vibes

avid music lover

smiley sunshine child

takes after his mother the most in looks, just like his sister

a chill type of gryffindor

plays quidditch, and is an excellent chaser, just like his mother

the absolute undisputed King™ of puppy-dog eyes

just,,,, beautiful

the True teacher’s pet

hands in his work on time,, asks lots of questions,,, likes helping students understand their work,, what a boy

can hella nyoom

runs so fast

look at him go

as you might expect, loves a good prank. always down for a laugh

Roxanne Weasley

Gryffindor and pROUD

absolute Queen tbh

was definitely Head Prefect or Gryffindor Prefect at some point

loved by the school

absolute legend

G I R L P O W E R

infectious laughter

has a soft spot for Louis Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy

these poor disaster children,,,, they need a Mother

M O M

big mom vibes

mothers the hell out of all the first years

a feminist through and through

can be found nodding aggressively to Molly Weasley’s semi-deranged, furious ranting

YAAAASS

loves slang. uses so much slang. always up to date with trends and memes

has all the gossip

becomes a mess around pretty girls

absolute blushing, stuttering disaster around cute girls oh my god

her eye make-up game is killer

sparkly

Distinguished Lesbian

Rosie Weasley

did someone say Weasley™?

red hair and freckles and curls oh my

on the autism spectrum, has trouble socialising sometimes

hella passionate about stuff

hangs out with Scorpius and Albus, the Golden Trio 2.0

f em ini st

her jokes are the best. high quality sense of humour.

Ravenclaw

likes to read. it’s quiet in the school library, which is nice.

abysmal at herbology

surprisingly good at Care of Magical Creatures though? Animals are just,,, so much easier to deal with

overall, really good grades though

bit of a silent type, but she’s actually a riot to hang out with

actually pretty good at quidditch? She’s not on the team, and she’s not super interested in playing, but?? She’s not bad??

She can land a solid hit with a beater’s bat

(eyes you judgementally over the top of a book)

dry wit humour

will throw hands over chess

Hugo Weasley

hufflepuff

unbeatable at chess, like his dad

a lost puppy

someone please help this child

softie

kind of low-key emotional

so supportive!! and loyal!! high-key best friend material

foodie. loves food. please feed him.

takes a bit more after his dad appearance wise

loves to cook. spends lots of time with grandma Molly and his dad in the kitchen

Professor Longbottom is his favourite professor, because he’s more chilled and laidback.

other professors and classes fill him with Distress™

loves astronomy too

maths whizz, so good at arithmancy

(“uh, actually-“)

a little bossy, like his mother

is trying so hard

maybe a little too hard

a bit insecure and nervous, but so soft

please treat this child carefully and with love

James Sirius Potter

Gryffindor

L O U D

a fucking disaster child

what’d you expect, putting “James” and “Sirius” together?

DRAMATIC GASPING

flails his hands around when he talks

s t r u t s

bisexual mess, had a crush on both the Longbottom children at some point

is better than you at everything

including being a different gender

fuck you that’s why

so pretty

he’s so pretty

is thIS CHILD EVER NOT LAUGHING AT SOMETHING OH My god

laughs at everything

all the time

always

high-key emotional

badly timed finger guns

looks like a model in photos? wtf?

gets invited to Girls Nights™

wears nail polish and makeup

loves to yell at people about gender roles and defying stereotypes

TEA SIS

not on the quidditch team surprisingly enough, even though he’s pretty good

prefers to be in the stands, doing A+ commentary on the games

if he can get Fred to stop mid-air due to unbearable, suffocating laughter at least once a game it’s a win in his books

has it OUT for the hufflepuff quidditch team and no one knows why??

definitely makes puns on his name

it drives everyone insane

harry always replies he’s just making his namesake proud

that also drives everyone insane

smug lil shit

Albus Severus Potter

“It’s just Al.”

S L Y T H E R I N

will always find a way to get what he wants, eventually

“dad, why did you name me this way?”

unimpressed

sigh

hella smart. is topping at least five classes

Aunt Hermione is his favourite. She’s the fucking Mistress of Magic! All that power, the ability to make change and improve the Magical World as a whole-

sass master

the reason headmistress mcgonagall keeps a bottle of scotch under her desk at all times

the only potter child to inherit The Eyes™

absolute insomniac

kind of emo, but turns into a fucking softie around Scorpius Malfoy it’s hilarious

adverse to violence. prefers a verbal beatdown method

really tall? despite having shorties for parents??? no one saw it coming

(especially not Teddy. He’s always scared of losing his last few inches of height)

Functional Gay

he’s on the slytherin quidditch team, as a seeker

Lily Luna Potter

Gryffindor

FEMINIST

do not mess with lily luna potter

she may seem cute and sweet, but she will destroy you

inherited her father’s black hair

disaster lesbian

transfiguration is her favourite subject, by far

has no idea what she wants to do with the rest of her life.

Existential Crisis Father-Daughter Bonding Time™

do you ever sleep?

takes after Ginny the most in personality

also, kind of the most like James Fleamont Potter in personality, too?

Loves to help her brother out with pranks, laughs at him when he gets caught and she gets away with it

The only one of the Potter Children who hasn’t got into a fight with Severus Snape’s portrait

because she just ignores him instead

loves talking to the portraits around the castle

Super good at Quidditch, is on the team as a Chaser

Quidditch Captain at some point

adores Hagrid, but who out of the Potter children doesn’t?

Idolises Minerva McGonagall

just as oblivious as her father

Scorpius Malfoy

Actually in Ravenclaw, not Slytherin, much to many people’s surprise

abSOLUTE DADDY’S BOY

super close with his dad

Draco is just so supportive of like everything he does (unlike his father)

classic blonde malfoy looks

actually really funny?

a cuddler. loves hugs. always leeching warmth off of someone

he and Rosie sometimes finger-tip-touch which is their version of a hug, because he know’s she’s not super comfortable with touch

was basically adopted by the Weasley’s and Potter’s

James Sirius will murder for this child

booknerd, always rambling to Al and Rosie about new books coming out he’s interested in reading.

has had a crush on Albus Potter since like 1st year

always worried about making his dad proud, and keeping up the Malfoy name

sweet tooth

he’s just,, soft. just a warm, happy child. he wants love, and affection. someone tell him he’s doing okay, please.

needs,,, validation,,,

he’ll tell you out loud that he has no favourite aunts or uncles, but he secretly really likes spending time with his Uncle Ron

they had a talk, once, in like the middle of the night at a sleepover with Rosie and Al, about feeling insecure in comparison to others, and learning to be proud of yourself for your achievements

there were a few tears, but it was nice

Ron was actually the third person he told, besides his dad and Rosie, about having a crush on Al

openly a disaster romantic. trash taste in romance novels.

always welcome in the Potter-Weasley households

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hanschenrilow · 5 years

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give us some modern hernst hcs ??

@ernst-robels 😘

hcs courtesy of me. and @ernnst

they knew each other in elementary school but they didn’t start talking until a drama class in freshman year because hanschen thought ernst was the only non-annoying person there

(ernst made/painted props but hanschen is an actor of course)

they were best friends before they ever dated BUT ernst had a crush on hanschen since like. the summer before sophomore year. hanschen didn’t start liking ernst until junior year (he was blinded by friendship)

hanschen still helps ernst with school because ernst has two brain cells and we love him!

hanschen went to a different middle school than everyone else so he has different friends and isn’t actually friends with any of ernst’s friends except melchior (until they’re like adults)

they start dating at the end of junior year/summer before senior year

let me just plug my fic about that and also sam’s fic

ernst lives on a farm w goats and chickens and his friends named some of them. hanschen named a goat puck

when they get married (when they’re like 24) they have a gay farm wedding at ernst’s parents’ house

hanschen is TENDER and he likes being held... him and ernst cuddle under homemade quilts instead of studying half the time (ernst’s mom made the quilts)

height difference... hanschen is 6′1 and ernst is 5′8

ernst is a painter and although he likes painting landscapes he has like a dozen portraits of hanschen (dressed and not)

hanschen is a leo and ernst is a cancer!! that’s compatibility babey!

hanschen is on the baseball team AND the swim team (he’s a renaissance man and does like everything at school). ernst always goes to his games to cheer him on. and to admire his ass

ernst also always goes to all of his theatre performances :> naturally because hanschen is an acting god. he brings him flowers (from his home garden) every time

hanschen always goes to ernst’s art shows and dramatically asks for his autograph every time

they go to the same art school after high school (hanschen for performing arts and ernst for visual like painting)

they’re in church choir together :> (along with like all the other boys but)

they’re constantly holding hands or leaning against each other or having their arms around each other. they’ll be at a restaurant and they physically can’t not lean against each other or touch in some way

hanschen is pretty serious with people and doesn’t ever joke over text but when he’s with ernst he’s really funny so people will see him with ernst joking and be like wtf... sometimes being with ur soulmate brings out the true you

they don’t have a TON of interests in common but they listen to each other rant about them anyway because they love each other

they call each other a bunch of corny german nicknames. hanschen likes to call ernst ‘mausi’ (mouse) and ernst calls him ‘bärchen’ (bear. but not in that way)

#so funny story #i accidentally deleted ur original anon #so i sent this one to myself #yeah though. you know how it is #asks #anonymous #*modern au #spring awakening #hernst #this got long. yeah. just giving the people what they want #hanschen rilow #ernst robel

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aphelyons · 5 years

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My Creative Year in Review 2018

stolen from but also requested by inspired by @drstrangewillseeyounow

Preface: This will be a bit of a mashup of two things; art and writing. But I’ll be clear. This is also a long post, I’m very sorry. Apparently I don’t shut up.

Total number of creations? (Or a rough guess!)

Art - Finished; 221 (not all published) Art - WIPS; 25 Writing - Published; 4 Writing - WIPS; 9 ?

Was there a project that you didn’t get around to?

In terms of starting or finishing? Lol. I didn’t get around to publishing the first chapter of the MU fic, which I desperately still want to before S2 starts. Because I keep writing all the middle bits instead. Nor did I get around to start writing the “winter fic” beyond plot points and a few little scenes.

There’s a looooooooooooooot of art I didn’t get around to either starting properly or finishing. Lol. I have a L’Rell piece I really want to do, as well as [another] mirror Stamets piece I want to do.

What was the creation you had the most fun making?

Art: Oh that’s hard. A lot of things for a lot of different reasons. I enjoyed the Holiday artworks because they were….really out of my depth and fun. Mostly I loved sending them out on cards to friends.

More recently I had a lot of fun doing the Patroclus and Achilles piece. Loved using golden hues.

Also have a lot of fun with Not Safe for Work-Viewing pieces, but those will never be published here. :D Sorry.

Writing: I had a surprising amount of fun writing the Vampire AU fic [Just a Taste] for Halloween. Which I never expected to write anything vampiric, ever, and also it came together really quickly. Building the world in that short fic was a lot of fun.

Any surprises? (E.g. a character or ship you never thought you’d create for or a project that came out of nowhere?)

Well honestly this whole revival to art and writing came as a surprise, I hadn’t done either in many years. I was also never a Star Trek fan prior to Disco, nor have I ever been a part of a fandom before. This is my first! So that was surprising, also surprising was how massively obsessed I became and how important it became to me. But the best surprise out of all of that is the connections to people I’ve made and the friendships that have come from that. ily. <3 Also not going to lie, pretty surprised that suddenly my art has become mega-fuckin-colourful. Where did this love of neon come from??? Wtf

What was the hardest creation to make?

Writing; MU fic - hands down. I have pages and pages and pages of resources. Not only is it going to be a long story (I endeavour and hope) but also from the amount of which I am pulling from and want to align to canon as as best I can as well. Being a new fan to Trek also... it’s been pretty overwhelming to get these details right. But at the same time, really trying to flesh out a character we never met or saw in the show, and have them interact with the established canon and have that all make sense… That and have the science in it make as much sense as possible, I’ve based a few new things on scientific principles and things that exist and just trying to elevate them to a cosmic scale… and hope I can pull that off too. It’s pretty intimidating. Not going into it, but the way the story weaves and intersects with a few different genres.. I just want to have it make sense in it’s self contained body of work.

Yeah it’s hard. Lol. Biggest thing I’ve ever tried to do. But, I love it, truly. I think about this whole project an inhumane amount of times every day, and I love that.

It’s also hard because I’d love to be a linear writer, but I am not. At all. I’m constantly writing ahead, well and truly ahead, but then coming back, adding to and editing earlier bits and rewriting and rewriting….rewriting… ugh

The subjects and themes are also a little heavy, and it’s cathartic to write about, sure, but also wanting to do those moments justice and with respect and integrity - because that’s important to me too.

The whole thing is just a lot of fuckin work, lol. But I really love it. Already - and it’s nowhere near done.

Art; Probably the one where Paul is laying down [crying] in the spore chamber. It was my first return to trying to paint semi-realism, and... it didn’t work out. I’m not happy with it anymore, but also proud that I pulled it off. That pose? Hair? HAND? UGH those took me too long to get right. But, overall it certainly taught me a lot to use on future more realism-ish pieces such as the Cosmic/Celestial pics of Hugh and Paul [which I love.]

What inspired you the most this year?

Oh, easy. Discovery. Hugh and Paul, hands down both of those things. But also to the endlessly talented people who I’ve come to know and also enjoy the works of - be it written, art, or otherwise. Creativity inspires creativity.

What are you most proud of? (A creation, something you learned, etc)

Art: The Cosmic/Celestial pieces. Very proud of those. (So much so I made metal prints of them and they sit on my bookshelf between a salt lamp.) I really love how they came out, and really the original (Cosmic Paul) was kind of an accident, a happy accident if you will.

Also the piece of Anthony I did for Anthony’s birthday. That was a lot of fun constructing something visually representative of a person.

Any goals/plans/ideas for next year?

Fucking get some headway on my MU fic so I can stop being so annoying by just talking about it, and fucking start publishing it already - for then it then it would EXIST in the word. LOL. Ugh. That’s the only big plan, that’s all I want to do. Whatever art I will do - I will just find inspiration in the moment to do. No plans, other than the L’Rell piece and a couple other WIPs - maybe.

Honestly just that and trying to keep improving, both in writing and in drawing. I feel like I’ve improved over this past year, so would love to just continue on that trajectory.

Pick your favourite creations! (Post links and tell us why you love them!)

The Cosmic and Celestial Series I just love how these turned out, especially because it was such a surprise how it turned out originally. But being able portray this cosmic divinity of which I uphold them both to be in my mind was really awesome to pull off. The colours, and dramatic light, this whole thing was so fucking fun. The whole painting with colours as highlights / shadows / dual light source was a huge experiment for me and it taught me a huge amount, so I really love it for many reasons.

The Song of Achilles I started sketching this while I was listening to the audio book and while I fell in love with these two. Please, again, do go read this book. But the detailing on the spear, the auras and Achilles hair were my favourite bits. Oh and the gold blood. Of course, lol. Loved doing the symbolic imagery

Anthony Rapp’s Birthday Portrait Because this man means a whole lot to me, and it was nice really nice for a change of pace to try and depict him and things that are important to him. Also really proud of that shoe, ngl. & And MU Stamets and his Mycelium Sun

Huge experiment in terms of colour and lighting for me, and I love love love how it turned out. Even if it’s a little rough. This one was so much fun, and I also printed this out on metal actually lol. Looks pretty cool. & First MU Culmets Work Still in my heart, even though it’s a earlier work, because it was the first exploitation of this duo for me, and how they might be together. Also where I came up with the HC for his facial scar, which I always will include in any MU Hugh depiction of mine. But I still really like how their characterisation translates in this one.

Writing

Nomenclature.

The archaeology AU story I wrote for 30MinuteLoop. Also well, this is the only one that’s safe for viewing that’s published, lol, but I am genuinely really proud of this and seeing it through to completion.

But also the MU story is a fave, but this is the only published section so far:

MU Snippet (These next couple of questions are directly from @drstrangewillseeyounow sorry I’ll be so literal in their structure, lmao)

How you decide on which style to use for individual pieces?

Unless it’s something very specific in mind (like the holiday pieces) I just kind of let it take a life of its own. See what it evolves into. I might have one idea to where I want it to go before I export it to PS, but once in PS it might take a whole new life (prime example if the original Cosmic/Celestial Paul. The original was very flat, and pretty boring lol but really became something else in PS. Actually it was supposed to be originally a visual piece to accompany my Vampire fic - and Vampire Hugh picture. But that changed entirely once I got it into PS.)

(It’s hard to see but there’s a bite mark on the original side.)

I'd also know more about your literal process, as in: what's your hardware set-up, what software do you use?

I have a weird all over the place set up. Lol.

So I do the majority of the work on my iPad, up until a stage where I don’t think I can go any further with it (or need more than 6 layers at my disposal) and then export it to my PC (either work or home) and then work on it further in Photoshop. Of which it then gains infinite amount of layers, lmao. Oh god.

As for the file on the iPad, when I’m working on that I can only have 6 layers. So usually will do sketch/line-work on one (or two, if I have to work a problematic bit but then merge it with the rest) and same with the colour/painting. That’s always on one layer, which I’ve grown to really like working like that. I might do skin on one, then clothes on another, but eventually will merge them. If it’s a full paint (or even half paint maybe), the colour and line layer will eventually be merged as I erase the lines I no longer need as I go and blend that layer more seamlessly into the painted layer. It just ending up a purely painted file without the original lines. Another layer may be added for more delicate details such as eyelashes and eyebrows, things like that.

Everything I do once exported to Photoshop is just with a mouse, I have a Wacom tablet… But I don’t use it, because I haven’t been bothered calibrating it with my dual monitor setup, and am happy doing most of the work on the iPad anyway as it kinda acts like a Cintiq in that regard. But localised. (Plus I can take it anywhere with me, interstate, overseas, to work, to the park, etc. I love that mobility.) Depending if I need a certain element that’s vector based, I’ll make it in Corel Draw or Illustrator, too. I also have Corel painter....buuuuuuuuut still haven’t used it. That’s a goal for 2019 for sure, lmao. Very occasionally I will physically sketch out the idea (like the holiday pieces) scan, and rework, redraw, line it, or whatever in the iPad then go forth with all of the above processes.

How long does it usually take you from start to finish?

Art: How long a piece takes really varies lol. Sketches can be between 1 - 4 hours on average, sometimes more. Flat colours will be a couple hours more. Half paints usually 4-8 more hours. Full paints and more realism stuff like the Cosmic/Celestial is total of 18hours+ but those times are just a rough idea, sometimes something just works out a lot quicker. Sometimes longer.

Writing: FOR FUYCKING EVER. I’m the slowest writer ever.

Do you have art WIPs and what do you think keeps you from finishing them?

I have a lot of art WIPs lol I think just losing drive or inspiration to finish them is what mainly kills them, or me getting frustrated that it isn’t working out like I wanted. Sometimes I just forget they exist.

Probably same goes for writing, too. Lol. Also it could be that I’ll dream up the entire (or mostly) of the story, but then getting it onto the page is hard. I want to work at getting better at that.

Do you do any non-fanart, too?

Sure. Although not often anymore, I’m honestly just inhumanly obsessed with Hugh and Paul.. Even when I start a project that isn’t centric to either or both of them… Often it will kind of morph into them. oops.

I want to say yes to fic too...but That’s a project I haven’t worked on in fucking years and years, so I doubt that really counts anymore.

//end

Wow I am so sorry that was me just rambling on. Anyway, cool. Hi to anyone who made it this far. I’ll also parrot the line of: Everyone who created/posted art, fic, gif-sets, vids, cosplay, etc., consider yourself tagged if you’d like to be. I’m curious! (I’m fucking serious, P L E A S E D O.)

#long post #Asks #Q&A #my art #my writing #about me

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Love Never Dies US Tour Review - 4/29/2018

As stated in my previous post, I’m going to attempt to write a more in-depth review while the show is fresh in my mind and while I am still able to decipher my notes (which were done in the dark and are pretty illegible). I’m not going to review every song, and where I do review it, I might just stick to differences from the Australian DVD or any other things I noticed. Because really, we all know how this show goes.

My cast for this show was:

Phantom - Bronson Norris Murphy (alt.)

Christine - Rachel Anne Moore (alt.)

Raoul - Sean Thompson

Meg - Alyssa McAnany (u/s)

Madame Giry - Karen Mason

Gustave - Jake Heston Miller

‘Til I Hear You Sing’: Unfortunately, the first song of the show was somewhat spoiled by the curtain, which featured this sun-like cut-out whose spikes ended up obscuring most of Christine’s portrait (so I never saw if it moved) and part of the Phantom.

Bronson Norris Murphy (BNM from here on out) had a fine voice. He immediately came off as a very tormented figure, hunched over on his chair and throwing himself around (”an emotional ball of angst” is how I thought of him and it pretty much stuck throughout the show). He was very theatrical in his gestures at times, which sometimes worked for me and sometimes didn’t. I also noticed, and enjoyed, how the show used a spotlight to show what is presumably daylight coming through, and how BNM sang to it as well as the portrait. Insert some meta here on symbolism about light and music and acceptance.

‘Coney Island Waltz’/‘Only For You’/’Ten Long Years’ - There’s not a lot for me to say here, except that the disappearance of that curtain with the sun cut-out vastly increased my enjoyment of the show, and I also noticed a quick appearance of a Monkey Girl, because why not throw in some visual shout-outs to the original as well?

As noted in my thoughts, Alyssa McAnany’s Meg was somewhere in a middle ground between Sharon Millerchip’s chirpier but more broken interpretation and Mary Michael Patterson and Summer Strallen’s angry, embittered version. Also, I have never shipped Christine/Meg harder than in LND, because I have friends I haven’t seen in two years, let alone ten, and I don’t talk about them the way Meg does. Karen Mason, as noted, was a bit of a weak point. Her Madame Giry was harsher with Meg than Maria Mercedes in the Australian DVD, and lacked the mystery (what remains of it in LND) of Liz Robertson’s Giry in London.

‘Christine Disembarks’ - My main notes in here are “I hope they cut out the yodeling reporter” (they didn’t, but he was less obnoxious) and wondering why everyone else was affected by the rain except for Christine and Gustave, who showed no reaction at all, as if the Phantom was having a Thor effect where he creates a rainless circle around the people he likes. I did note that Jake Heston Miller’s Gustave had a very lovely voice.

‘What a Dreadful Town’/’Look With Your Heart’ - As stated in my quick thoughts, Sean Thompson’s Raoul was a bit all over the place in how sympathetic he was. On the one hand, he seemed more aggressive in this scene than Simon Gleeson or Austria’s Julian Looman (my favorite LND Raoul, because he was just so sweet). However, the show added in a touching moment here between Raoul and Gustave, where they both play with the music box, perhaps the one father-son bit between the two. He also has a loving embrace with Rachel Anne Moore’s (RAM from here on about) Christine, holding her close to him for several seconds. So it evens out, I suppose.

Nothing much to say about ‘Look With Your Heart’. I did think Anna O’Byrne played the mother-son moments a bit better, as she acted bit more mature in those scenes, but RAM did fine here as well. I might mention here that I adored RAM’s voice - fuller and richer than O’Byrne’s and clearer than Sierra Boggess’s. She doesn’t quite beat out Louise Fribo (my favorite Christine vocally, because she was luminous), but she came very close.

‘Beneath a Moonless Sky’/’Once Upon Another Time’/’Ten Long Years of Yearning’ - Probably one of the biggest differences I noted between the Lewis/O’Byrne pairing and the Murphy/Moore pairing was the emotion the latter poured into it. I think I wrote down something like, “BAMS is still stupid but at least they’re passionate about it.”

BNM did a lot with his physicality, hunching over, gesturing wildly with his hands or clutching desperately onto Christine. He could also be quite volatile emotionally, often shouting or weeping during his scenes. I did wonder if his constant crouching walk was an attempt to make his Phantom look older, but if so, it wasn’t quite successful - he raved and ran around too much to really look like an older man. RAM was quicker to panic, such as when the Phantom lifted Gustave, her voice breaking in barely restrained crying during other scenes, and at one point slamming her hands on the piano and screaming, “Who are you?!” at the Phantom. I think the pair were basically feeding off each other’s energy, which was interesting to watch, if sometimes overwhelming in just how much they SHOUTED at each other.

I also noted what looked like two almost-kisses, one in BAMS and one in OUAT. There also seemed to be a lyric change: after the Phantom says, “I had to, we both knew why!”, Christine says “I don’t know why” instead of repeating “We both knew why”. It was probably done to give the show a little more sense - Christine really didn’t know why the Phantom up and ditched her, though she probably guessed at the reason in the last ten years. Towards the end of the song, the Phantom described Gustave as, “Full of life.. full of you... my Christine”, to which I just wrote, “okay WTF Phantom.”

‘Dear Old Friend’ - I actually have very little to write here. Raoul’s concern for Gustave when the latter took off at the beginning of the song added some more sympathy points to him. Christine and Meg were bit too little-girlish during the song, holding hands and swinging them rather wildly. The crowd of loudly squealing fans around Christine, while Meg is ignored, was amusing. It was also here that I noticed how energetic my audience was, as they laughed at Madame Giry and Raoul’s lines: “It’s him.” “Him? (laughter) You work for him?” “Now so do you.” (more laughter)

Sean Thompson slightly flubbed a line, accidentally addressing Christine as “Madame Giry” (he’s only supposed to say “Madame”) when he tells her he’ll see her at the concert.

‘Beautiful’/’Beauty Underneath’/’Phantom Confronts Christine’ - I’ve always found Gustave singing Christine’s vocalization to be a tad creepy, and seeing it live has only reinforced this opinion. Watching the Phantom do the exact same hand movements he used for Christine in the original show on his son, and seeing Gustave breathe and arch his body in the same way as Christine, was... weird. BNM’s acting didn’t alleviate the creepiness in this scene at all, if anything increasing it by clinging onto Gustave’s shoulders and stroking his face. I think he was trying to convey how desperate the Phantom was for companionship and understanding, but didn’t quite make it work, at least for me. There was also a funny moment to me where it looked he shoved Gustave at a mirror so hard Gustave kind of face-planted into it.

The audience laughed when Gustave shoved the Phantom away in horror, which I thought was rather cruel.

BNM did an interesting thing during his confrontation with Christine, initially flinching away from her comforting hand, then accepting it and gripping it tightly. (”BNM is a walking ball of angst,” I wrote.) RAM was more emotional during this scene, sounding conflicted and pitying, but tore herself away from the Phantom forcefully at the end.

And we had Karen Mason’s Madame Giry finish off the song, and Act 1, with demonic-sounding scream, which basically described my feelings on the show so far.

Intermission - I spent my time writing down audience comments. Highlights: “This is terrible... I don’t like this at all” and “I think I need a refresher course... I don’t remember some of this in the first one...”

‘Why Does She Love Me’/’Devil Take the Hindmost’ - Not too much to say about the first song - I noted that Sean Thompson’s Raoul had a good voice, but also that I was too busy watching for the change from the bartender to the Phantom. His appearance got a good laugh from the audience.

I started thinking of DTTH as “the song of the fallen chairs”, because wow, barstools were everywhere on the ground. BNM started it off by twirling a stool out of his way and onto the floor, and Sean Thompson amped it up by tripping over three chairs at once as he stumbled around. I wrote down in my notes that he was really good at looking like a shambling drunk, but thinking over it now, I’m starting to wonder if he didn’t actually trip and fall and just covered it up well. He also played up Raoul’s distraught state at the Phantom’s revelations - less angry and more horrified, like everything he knew had fallen apart. It was a good take and I enjoyed it.

‘Bathing Beauty’ - The big change I noticed here from the Aussie DVD was that the Madame Giry + Meg confrontation did not have a set; instead the pair just spoke in front of the curtains off to the right. It was pretty minimalistic. Meg also appeared carrying her umbrella, and hurled it offstage when she shrieked “NO!” This presumably is how she shatters her (unseen) mirror, which the freaks note in the finale.

‘Before the Performance’/’Devil Take the Hindmost Reprise’ - I noted that, like in previous songs, RAM’s motherly take was a bit more girlish and light-hearted; while Anna O’Byrne was very much a grown woman and an idolized figure to Gustave, RAM was more of a playmate and companion, though still caring. Sean Thompson was, again, kind of aggressive, slamming his hand on Christine’s table at “this hell-spawned demon”. As in other scenes, RAM felt more fragile, a little more breakable, quickly descending into indecision and near-panic at the change in plans.

The Phantom’s appearance in Christine’s dressing room as also a scene that I felt looked far better on the Aussie DVD. The use of camera angles to obscure his appearance and catch Christine’s reaction, the slow pan to reveal the ominously wafting curtain and the Phantom appearing behind it, was very well done. Onstage, the Phantom just sort of... stepped through the window when Christine’s back was turned.

One really interesting thing was just how hypnotized RAM looked. Her gaze was blank and aimed straight ahead and her movements almost mechanical - after the Phantom dropped her earrings in her hand, her arm stayed upright for quite a while. It’s an interesting take and a clear callback to the entrancing qualities of the Phantom’s voice in the original, but it does no favors for giving Christine any agency, so... eeehhh. BNM got a round of applause at his last lines in this scene though, because they were pretty epic.

One last thing was that in the DTTH Reprise, Meg appeared on a railing far above the stage to sing the last line, rather than leading Gustave away as seen in the Aussie DVD.

‘Love Never Dies’ - This song is really not my favorite. Not bad, but not very interesting either. Only thing I thought was a change was that Raoul left when Christine was turned towards audience, so she ended up looking for him and just finding him... gone. This was different from the Aussie DVD, where Christine actually saw him leave, and I missed seeing Christine’s distressed reaction to that; here Christine just looked confused. Still, RAM gave it her all and she was quite the glimmering figure onstage. She got the longest ovation of the show for this song, and it was well-deserved.

Finale - BNM had some nice moments during ‘Ah Christine’, his hand lingering after Christine’s when she moved to read Raoul’s letter, and showing a great deal of concern, in voice and body language, when Christine began to panic. Doesn’t make up for, you know, the stalking and manipulation and possessiveness, but he made an attempt at trying to make the Phantom seem like an actually viable romantic option, I’ll give him that.

The reprise of ‘Beauty Underneath’ was pretty awesome, and I really hope Jake Heston Miller had fun on top of that spinning walkway (which looked like it was moving really fast, I was impressed). McAnany’s Meg was, as before, more accusatory towards the Phantom, rather than Millerchip’s completely broken, crazed Meg. The gunshots brought quite a few gasps from the audience. RAM did a pretty good job at sounding like she was dying, gasping and singing in short breaths (though still very prettily, of course). I also enjoyed BNM’s reaction to her death, which was less of a big “NO” and more of a series of “Oh no, no God-” before transitioning into the “NO”.

I’m actually not a fan of how the ‘Love Never Dies Reprise’ at the end (Gustave accepting the Phantom while a refrain of ‘Beautiful’ plays is kind of heavy-handed, but I preferred its quieter ending), but as before, BNM played it off nicely, clinging onto Gustave’s coat when he sang. His reaction to Gustave removing his mask was quite good, his hunched over position giving me the sense of resignation and defeat, which turned to slow awe when Gustave touched the deformity.

Ending thoughts - Show got some pretty good applause (someone literally yelled “BEAUTIFUL!” right as the lights went down), and a standing ovation for RAM. Sean Thompson’s Raoul got some boos - why does Raoul hate still exist, le sigh, especially when Madame Giry came off as more villainous? The cast started singing ‘Love Never Dies’ together as RAM and BNM appeared, and there was a BCEFA speech from Karen Mason which got some good laughs. And then I was out of there. I bought a program and had hoped to do some stagedooring, but the cast was taking donations and selfies for BCEFA, so I decided to just head home (though I did snag a shot of BNM and RAM, just without me in the photo). Overall, a quick summary:

Bronson Norris Murphy - Pretty good for an LND Phantom. Sometimes overdid the theatricality of his movements, and was a bit too creepy in some scenes, but played up the Phantom’s instability and desperation while doing his best to add in some more sympathetic moments.

Rachel Anne Moore - Incredibly good voice, Christine felt a little younger and more fragile than some of the others I’ve seen, with some intense passion and love for singing. She and Bronson Norris Murphy had good chemistry together, and played off each other’s emotions very well.

Sean Thompson - Decent Raoul, had a couple of nicer moments, particularly with Gustave and in DTTH.

Alyssa McAnany - Good, strikes a midway point between broken and angry but which is not quite memorable.

Karen Mason - Sharp-ish voice and very harsh towards everyone around her, but I guess she’s playing up the villainous aspect and in that, she succeeds.

Overall, the story is still predictable (my mom guess the entire plotline in the car back home and she’s watched the original maybe once) and the characterizations and continuation of the themes and development of the original are shoddy, but the cast is strong, the music is gorgeous, and the sets and costume design are a lavish riot of color and spectacle, so if you can shut your brain off for 2.5 hours and are willing to spend a couple hundred dollars, you might enjoy it, as I found myself doing so.

#GP reviews #Love Never Dies

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yakumtsaki · 7 years

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Take your hands off me, I don't belong to you, you see, and take a look at my face for the last time, I never knew you, you never knew me, say hello.. ♪

WAVE GOODBYE.

WHADDUP PPL. Much like Ronroneo, we’re back from the dead and ready for a whole new generation of Union fuckery. We’re also officially.. drumroll.. MIDDLE CLASS. Our shiny new house is based on this one by frottana-sims, which I downloaded but dumbassly forgot to install, and since loading the game takes a hot half-hour I opted for this poor recreation instead. We start the extreme home makeover with an incredible budget of..

...Yea, I see the value of getting 6 pets to the top of their careers now. Included in this insane sum is the 20k+ that Wyatt and Jojo brought with them moving in, and at first I’m worried that we’re way too rich for only generation 2. Well, careful what you wish for, cause here’s our post-remodeling budget:

LMAO. It’s as if not a day has passed since Vic started this legacy with a dream in her heart and crap to her name. Let’s check out the new digs!

Everything was purple.. his pills.. his hands.. his foyer.

As eagle-eyed readers may observe, both the hall and the living room were designed with nothing else in mind but whether they matched our cat paintings. Per legacy rules I use as little cc as possible, which isn’t that hard since I feel this bizarre, angular and hugely impractical couch really encapsulates Jojo’s essence. Like if he was a servant in Beauty and the Beast this would be his furniture form.

Apparently the only things I deemed important enough to capture were the cat portraits, so it looks like my Komeization is finally complete! Here’s some floorplan shots tho so you don’t get disoriented in our labyrinth-like mansion. Please note our amazing pink-blue-purple kitchen! Barbie’s Dreamhouse who??

And here’s the second floor, which also illustrates the exact point I ran out of money. Honestly looking back I don’t understand how the fuck this place cost 70k?? Like nothing is particularly expensive except the amazing vintage batmobile which was around 30-40k and some of the paintings? But I guess all the small things add up in the end + I’m super bad with money..

..and I’m not the only one. Jojo GET A FUCKING GRIP and A JOB. Literally no comment @ your cat wants, you inherited the jaw, wasn’t that enough??? ANYWAY. I know the question on everyone’s mind is how is Wyatt going to fit in with the Unions.. and all I have to say about that..

..is LOL. Truly the perfect career for when your mother-in-law is a criminal mastermind and your husband is a serial killer! I mean the jokes practically write themselves. At least he doesn’t want 10 kids or any shit like that, cause I’ve seen hell and it was the result of mixing Jojo/Wyatt genes in cas.

On top of gifting us with his future-probably-fug children, Wyatt also gives us the gift of our first ever kitchen fire when he decides to make dinner with 1 cooking point. His generosity really knows no bounds.

It’s all fun and games now but Wyatt deadass almost died in the inferno and was about to take poor, stupid Komei with him, who of course ran to the fire even though he was in the yard. Meanwhile Victoria was safely watching tv and didn’t move while Jojo..

..was doing this in the next room. Two types of sims I guess!

-So Wyatt, you’ve been here for almost an hour now, burned down our kitchen and I still don’t see any grandchildren. I thought you were a family sim!

-Haha oh mom, you’re hilarious! Ignore her, Wyatt, let’s enjoy your delicious pasta.. It was definitely worth almost dying for.

-Your mama is right, mon cheri, not only do you have an obligatión to your famille but I rolled the want to have a bébé the second we graduated!

-Well it’s still gonna be there when we aren’t broke, Wyatt, god!

-But.. bébés, mon cheri! Tons of bébés I can have but never interact with, in typical famille sim fashión!

-UGH thanks a lot for opening this gate, mom. If only you had found your love of children when I was living on cat food.

-Well it’s different when they are your children, everyone knows that.

-THAT’S NOT WHY PEOPLE SAY THAT MOM

-Honestly, Jojό, I’m prouder of taking down your répugnant suitόrs than I am of graduating with honors!

-Aww Wyatt <3

-And if I have to souffrir through a childless existence to be with mon amour, so be it (:

-Aw- wait what?!

-Really, c’est bien, Jojό, marriage is all about compromise, nό? I mean, not that I would know since we’re not even married yet!

-Wyatt we’ve been here for 3 hours.

-My point précisément.. C’est bien though!

-Can’t believe I’m saying this but I really regret murdering Ti-Ning.

That makes two of us, Jo. Honestly even Francis would be better than this. Family sim spouse??? Tf was I thinking.

Ah, some things never change <3 It’s a new day and someone very special passes by our lot..

UGH NO not you asshole, once again delivering bills at the worst possible time.

-Miss me bitch?? Lolol

ONE OF THESE DAYS DAGMAR. ONE OF THESE DAYS ISTG

No, it’s mismatched beard townie, whose regular outfit is simply iconic, and he’s waving at me! What a sweetheart! TAKE SOME NOTES DAGMAR YOU FROZEN-FACED FREAK

-Umm he’s actually waving at me, moron.

-WRONG, he’s waving at me!

Ok it literally doesn’t matter who he’s waving at.

-Well c’est moi.

OK WHATEVER WYATT GOD. Just go off to work in a position you’re criminally unqualified for and try not to die ok??

-Why would I mourir?

Hm let’s see, maybe because you’re a ‘SWAT Team Leader’ straight out of college with a shocking lack of skill points?? Jfc college degrees in this game are so fucking op it’s legit making me resentful of my sims.

In other news, major dicks Sophie and Victor have started constantly beating each other up and the only thing surprising about this development is that it took this long. Honestly these fights are peak #TeamNoOne. Please note Alegra who continues to give 0 fucks @ the bloodshed. What a gal <3

Burning with religious fervor, fundamentalist nutjob Sophie emerges victorious!

-I WALK WITH GOD BITCH

Tears. Literal tears. Victor is the most unbelievable creature I have ever played.

-The rampant violence in this house is a violation of human rights! I AM OUTTA HERE

Literally still cannot believe this happened, like the sheer NERVE is killing me. Victor has started every fight he’s ever been in for an astounding total of 40-50 fights, and as you all know he almost always wins. Like this one was what? The fourth one he lost?? AND YET HE RUNS AWAY LIKE HE’S THE VICTIM I HATE/LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Meanwhile this happens which, of course. Leave it to me to finally get a chance card right for the only sim who doesn’t even deserve the job he currently has.

..Police Chief Wyatt reporting for duty! And crime increased 80% overnight.

In actual good and not lawsuit-waiting-to happen news, Wyatt brought Amanda, Vic’s only friend/lesbian crush with him! Amanda has the distinct honor of being literally the only non-Union non-Jojo person Vic has ever genuinely liked and hasn’t had an affair with. YET THAT IS.

Man, these are some fat fucking flies. I’m talking 10 plagues of Egypt teas.

-I KNOW, where the fuck is Komei, what are we paying him for?

-I’m over here honey, talking to my least favorite son for the second time in my life, since apparently he’s sticking around.

-Yes, thanks for requesting a recount of the heir vote, dad. I will remember it when I decide where to scatter your ashes.

-I TOLD YOU I WANT THEM MIXED WITH THE CAT LITTER

Ugh Komei, please stop trying to bond with your son and do something productive instead-

-like finally convincing Neo to bang Sophie. She has refused 3 TIMES because there’s a rule I have to earn kittens by suffering. I mean Alegra refusing to procreate with Victor made sense, it was Victor, wtf is Sophie’s excuse? Waiting for marriage?

ABOUT TIME

YAS. CAT GEN 3 ON THE WAY. Human gen 3 will have to wait till I’m in the mood to deal with screaming infants aka it might take a while.

The science career FINALLY SHOWS UP after 5 fucking days, jfc. Love how Wyatt’s dumb ass started as a swat team LEADER but Jojo who has half the skills maxed starts as a science teacher. Also love the idea of Jojo as a teacher in general, I mean just imagine having him teach you science in high school. I would literally drop out.

Jojo returns from work, brings this rando with him and doesn’t get promoted. We can’t all be Wyatt I guess! We’re not completely broke anymore tho so..

It is time.

Gunther, Melody and Max Flexor on one side..

Craig, Brit Brit, Ti-Ning and Daniel on the other. What a bunch of assholes, Craig obviously excluded. Remember him? I invited him because he and Jojo are still semi-friends thinking he wouldn’t show up and yet here he is! What a good guy.

-It’s at moments like this, watching your high school boyfriend get married.. that you really get to thinking..

Awww.

-..there but for the grace of god go I.

Less awww. You’re not wrong tho, definitely dodged a sociopathic bullet..

..not everyone is that lucky. WE GET IT WYATT YOU’RE CRAZY AND IN LOVE

-Mon bien adoré, I vow to aimer and honόr you and not cheat on you again or at least be more discrete about it <3

-And I vow not to kill you and feed you to the cats for as long as we both shall live <3

Ah, true love, you guys.

Too bad half our guests are inside dancing-

-OR HAVING COMPLETELY INAPPROPRIATE AND UNTIMELY THOUGHTS. TI-NING SERIOUSLY GO TO HELL. I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU HOW DARE YOU

Well at least Vic is excited which is more than I can say for Gunther who is literally LOOKING THE OTHER WAY.

Time to cut the cake with the sky as our only witness, since everyone has taken a plate from the buffet and fucked off inside. Seriously WORST GUESTS EVER

Not one to be outdone by his guests’ questionable behavior, Wyatt takes the time to remind us who he really is.

-And n'est-ce pas forget it!

Despite all the obvious problems, like one of the grooms literally going to sleep, our party score is ‘good time’ which is a truly rare and exciting occurrence. With less than a minute left I’m feeling pretty confident that nothing can ruin this wedding!

Weirdly no one has touched the champagne even though sims in general are obsessed with it?? My best guess is everyone is at a loss for words at having to toast this union and who can blame them tbh. Thankfully Daniel steps up and I find it super sweet because I’ve forgotten that he and Wyatt are mortal enemies and it’s only by chance they haven’t beaten each other up on this instance like they have countless times before.

-Let’s all raise a glass to my beloved brother, Jojo, who generously woke up to attend his own wedding reception! Just one of many examples of his fine, giving character. Too bad he’s committing his life to a complete waste of space adulterous loser like Wyatt, who I’m not even convinced is really french, since his ability to speak and understand english fluctuates according to convenience. Man, I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but this choice in spouse is just too tragic. Oh well! To Jojo!

NOICE, still a good time. SO CLOSE

AND YET SO FAR. Goddammit do you two mind killing each other on your own time and not literally 10 seconds before our wedding ends??

-DIE WHORE, THIS WILL TEACH YOU TO STEAL MY MAN

-THAT’S MY LINE SLUTBAG

-HA! ZUMBA, BITCH

-Wow, so glad I woke up for this, really got my bloodlust going!

Indeed a roaring success if there ever was one. I mean how can this night possibly get any better?

.............of course.

Oh nice, I remembered to install an alarm for once! I’m also desperately trying to wake up Wyatt thinking that he’s fucking CHIEF OF POLICE so he might prove useful in this situation..

..especially since we get this cop of a completely untrustworthy Bieber hairstyle. Talk about striking fear in the heart.

Sadly it turns out that Wyatt could not give less of a shit that we’re getting robbed and picks this moment to head for wedding buffet leftovers-

-while Bieber cop prevails! This robber is awesomely named Russ Bear btw and I wish that was my name, sounds like a slavic medieval folkore hero. But I digress. Please prepare yourselves because our first robbery is about to take a dark turn.

-Ehh, you get at a certain level on la force, you just become desensitized to la criminalité..

-Oh don’t worry Wyatt, I totally understand.. I mean I’ve robbed so many houses in my time, I hardly blink anymore..

-So it looks like you and I are not so different after all.. ;)

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............................why. why has the universe chosen me for the greatest suffering the world has ever known. i try and i try but incestuous relationships just keep sprawling like mythical strangler vines. i bet this wouldn’t happen to someone named Russ Bear. fml

#ts2 #gen 2

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bucky-take-the-wheel · 6 years

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Oh, That’s Just Bucky Part 4

AN: I didn't realize that I started this story almost a year ago and I'm just now updating it wtf? In an effort to get a new chapter out this is a VERY rough draft and I might go back and edit later. I'm sorry guys, college kicked my ass but I kicked it back! 3 Bs and a C+ ayyyeee~ Anyways, just know I love this story and I didn't mean to abandon it. I hope this chapter lives up to what you expected. I definitely have more in store for these guys, so stay tuned!

Summary: Steve Rogers is in a shitty relationship with a shitty guy. However, things take a turn for the weird when Steve moves into a new apartment that isn’t as empty as he thought. Little does he know that there’s actually a pretty helpful demon living there too. It’s just the way he delivers his messages that bothers Steve.

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Warnings: hurt Steve, not graphic though, very upset Natasha, Steve not taking care of himself.

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3

“Hemophobia?” Bucky repeated tentatively.

“Yes! It means I’m extremely afraid of blood. It’s my phobia, that’s why I always fainted when you used blood to communicate with me,” Steve said leaning forward excitedly. It was such a relief to finally be able to connect with someone besides Natasha and Steve’s doctor. No one understood or tried to just ignore it. Steve was pretty sure that Chad didn’t even know, even though he’d told him multiple times when the other man would want to watch a slasher flick.

“So what do I do with these?” he asked curiously holding up the stack of colorful sticky notes in his clawed hand. Steve had encouraged him to slip back into his natural form since it was more comfortable and he insisted he wasn’t scared of the demon anymore.

“Why, I’m glad you asked!” he chuckled holding up a box of glitter gel pens, stickers, and various other types of fun stationary.The next two weeks was filled with colorful notes with small reminders written on them and the occasional drawing of a hellhound in red glitter pen. At first, they were just reminders written and stuck on the mirror, but they gradually began to take over the apartment. Steve would brush his teeth and smile at the drawing of the horrendous creature on the pink sticky note stuck to his bathroom mirror. But then one would be on his lampshade in his bedroom,

“The plumber is coming tomorrow to fix the kitchen sink. Wear actual clothes, please” followed by a smiley face. Steve laid in bed and stared at the water stains on the ceiling and sighed.

“Why don’t you ever come out? The reminders are helpful, but if I’m going to have a roommate it’d be nice to actually talk to you face to face every now and then,”

“All you had to do was ask,” a gruff voice suddenly came from Steve’s left on the bed and he almost screamed before he saw it was just Bucky lounging on his side in his usual getup with a crooked smile.

“Give me an asthma attack while you’re at it! Jesus, do you even own any other clothes? You look like you’re about to go to a rock concert or a BDSM party.” Steve grumbled grabbing the pen and pad on his nightstand usually meant for Bucky’s use.

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” the demon frowned and looked down at his body. Steve blushed and quickly looked away to write “pajamas” in a list for things to get him when he went shopping next.

“Normal people don’t wear tight ass leather pants and that only all the time. I need to get you some clothes, and don’t worry, I’m already writing myself a reminder,” he smiled flashing the demon his growing list of necessities.

“But I’m a demon and this is what I’ve always worn,” Bucky pouted and rolled over on his stomach to give the other man a pitiful look.

“Well, I plan on introducing you to my friend, Natasha, so you can’t be wearing that when you meet her. She might just steal you away from me,” Steve said scribbling harder on the notepad. Suddenly, warm fingers clutched his chin and wrenched his head to the side, almost painfully. His wide eyes met fiery black ones and he had to suck in a sharp breath.

“Believe me, no one is stealing me away from you,” Steve almost died and went to heaven (or hell) right then and there. If he’d been on his feet he would have definitely fallen. With a graceful roll Bucky lifted himself and glided across the room.

“I guess I’ll leave it up to you then. However, if you haven’t guessed, I prefer form fitting and black clothing. Night night, Stevie.” Bucky leaned down like he was going to kiss his forehead, but instead slapped a sticky note there instead before disappearing into thin air. Steve sucked in a breath and flopped back onto the mattress before peeling the paper off his skin and reading it.

“Don’t forget to buy me clothes tomorrow

-Buck”

Steve encountered three more notes before he even left the apartment the next day, but no sight of the demon anywhere. He sighed as he passed the second bedroom with an unfinished canvas in it.

I’ll get to it later.

The half finished family portrait stared at him in judgement, the father seemingly glaring at him. He quickly shut the door and moved to the kitchen to find quite a bit of money and a note.

“Take this and don’t question it. Make sure to eat something with protein in it. I’ll see you later

-Buck”

The blond raised an eyebrow at the cash and the little signature that was starting to show up in the demon’s notes. He was also questioning how he was considering calling Bucky that. He shook his head and grabbed some eggs from the fridge and popped some toast in the toaster. Shortened versions of hard to pronounce demon’s names was one thing, but a pet name of an already shortened name was something else entirely. But Bucky started it, so maybe it was okay? Steve groaned and slammed the fridge and pulled out his phone to text Chad. Maybe he just needed to see his boyfriend.

“Wanna come over 2nite?” he sent the text and shoved his phone back in his pocket and sighed. Chad was probably still in bed from an all nighter with his friends. Steve was slightly startled by his toast popping up and grumbled as he quickly pocketed the cash and swiped his breakfast from the toaster. He was too irritated and confused to fix eggs and headed out the door. He needed some air to clear his head.

Steve flopped down on a bench and huffed. So far he had only found a couple of t-shirts and one pair of gothic looking pants at Hot Topic and some pajama pants but that was it. He couldn’t have Bucky walking around in just a pair of pants, but he also wanted to pick things Bucky would actually like to wear. Apparently Hot Topic no longer carried goth stuff anymore and that was his last hope. He doubted the demon would like a My Little Pony dress. Steve’s sugar was getting low and he was getting irritated with all the people so he resigned to go home and just order the rest of Bucky’s clothes online. At least then the demon could pick out exactly what he wanted. Well, that was the plan, until he got up and promptly passed the fuck out. Again.

When he came to he was being surrounded by tons of shoppers and the EMTs loading him onto a stretcher. One of the EMTs noticed him coming to and smiled reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, we found your emergency call list in your phone and your friend Natasha is meeting us at the hospital. You’ll be just fine.” Steve groaned and rolled his head on the stretcher. He would never hear the end of this from Nat and she’d never leave him alone.

I’m going to have to sell my haunted apartment and all my belongings to pay for this ambulance ride alone. His eyes shot open and he almost sobbed.

Bucky. He would have to leave Bucky. Steve tried to sit up but he was strapped down and they were already pulling away. The nice lady from before put calming, gloved hands on his arms and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Steven? It’s okay, we’re just gonna bring you in to check for a concussion. You fell at a weird angle and hit your head pretty hard.” Steve squinted and could vaguely feel something being pressed to his head but all he could think about was the demon at home who was waiting on him. The one that couldn’t leave the apartment no matter how hard he tried. Everything was a blur as they unloaded him and put him in a bed in the E.R. Steve only caught a blur of red in the whir of sterile white. He knew Natasha was there but he couldn’t focus on one thing. It was like someone had put his head in a blender and left it on. Finally, he snapped out of it when he felt a hard pressure squeezing his upper arm. He glanced over to see Nat sitting beside the bed with tears in her eyes. At that moment, he realized he too had tears streaking down his cheeks.

Without thinking he said, “Where’s Bucky?”

Nat just gave him an incredulous look.“Who?” she said.

“Nobody,” he croaked.

“Do you know how fucking scared I was? An EMT called me saying you were passed out in the middle of the mall bleeding like crazy and they were carting you off to the hospital and to come immediately. I’ve imagined this scenario different ways before and I thought this was it. I don’t show it often, but I am genuinely scared that one day that call will be someone giving me far more fatal news. What happened? Did you let your sugar get too low again?” her hand was back on his arm again, squeezing like a blood pressure cuff.

He looked away and swiped the tears and nodded like a scolded child. Nat just sat back and shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest, tissue clutched tight in her hand.

“Thankfully, you didn’t get a concussion and you were cleared to be released once you came to. The doctors think you went through a brief episode of dissociation.”

“I don’t know how the hell I’m going to pay them back, Nat,” he croaked running his fingers through his already mussed hair.

“You don’t have to because I already did. Once you get your shit together I’ll take you home and we’re gonna have ice cream and a full on cry session. I’m not doing it in front of all these people,” in an instant Natasha Romanoff was clear faced and ready with her purse and keys and out the door. Steve was left speechless as the doctor came in and signed his chart with a quick, “Be more careful with in the future, Mr. Rogers,”.

Steve changed slowly and grabbed his shopping bags before trudging out to the waiting room to meet with Natasha. She was already wearing her sunglasses so he couldn’t tell what her eyes were saying, but she was stiff. He gingerly wrapped an arm around her waist and rested his head on her collarbone. Her high heeled boots were actually welcome today. Steve just wanted to be small and comforted.

“I think we overreacted a little bit today…” Steve started as soon as they got in Natasha’s car, but a seething glare sent his way stop him dead in his tracks.

“Don’t you ever tell me how to feel, Steven Grant Rogers. You can’t tell someone how to feel, and how I felt today was very real and I don’t want to hear another peep about it.” Before Steve could say anything else she started the engine and swiftly backed out of the parking spot and sped out of the parking garage.

You can’t tell someone how to feel, huh? Steve leaned up against the cool glass and drifted off as the engine hummed underneath him.

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ethelbertpaul444-blog · 6 years

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5 WTF Ways Trump Has Been Immortalized As Artwork

It wasn’t his knowledge of programme, his allure, or anything remotely leadership-like that led to the notoriety of Donald Trump. If anything, it was the ease and willingness with which he shifted himself into a walk-to meme, terminated with a fandom hectic originating fanfiction, love speculations( i.e. insane scheme presumptions ), and, of course, tons of bad fan art. Now are some of the weirdest and wildest slice in the current Trumpian artwork action for “youve got to” absorb before they find their way into the National Portrait Gallery. 5 Deep Dream Trump Is Pure Nightmare Fuel While computers are getting better at all that is induces humans so special( like opening openings ), there is one domain where we’ll always using them to outstrip: logical thinking. After all, it’s hard to have a sense of whimsy when a misplaced semicolon can return you into scrap. 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Warhammer 40 k Oh yeah, this guy is totes going to preserve the white race, you dolts. 3 The New “Alt-Right” Cartoon Mascot Affection Dressing Up As Trump You already know about Pepe, the cute comic book frog who became a hate representation. But since Pepe has come extremely mainstream, hardcore “alt-right” dudes have created a perfect mascot for the new Trump age: a poorly attracted copyright infringement. via Will Sommer/ Medium “Racist Frog, Reclining Nude” This corpulent little shit-grinner is Groyper. No, that’s not a Trump-inspired new Pokemon( although we understand the confusion ). We’re speak about Groyper the Frog, the MS Paint cartoon mascot for hardcore politicos . He even comes in numerous charming outfits for supporters to represent dress-up with( dog whistle sold separately ). There’s Papa John Groyper TAGEND via Slate “These chests actually contain Thirsty Howie’s.” div > Hulk Hogan Groyper TAGEND via Will Sommer/ Medium Even a special edition “Are you piqued yet? ” Burka Groyper TAGEND via Slate Don’t try to make sense of it. That channel madness lies. div > But amongst the favorite flavors of Groyper stands Trump Groyper, somehow searching less slimy as a lumpy frog TAGEND via Will Sommer/ Medium And the imitation mane on the phony Trump-toad glances little stupid than the real fuzz on the real Trump-golem. So if you’re wondering why all the worst accounts on Twitter swopped up their avatars to this, that’s why. It’s unquestionably not because Matt Furie, the inventor of Pepe, has started litigating the lily-white laces off of any popular enough website for copyright violation. No, it’s because Pepe isn’t refrigerate enough anymore. Not like Groyper, who’s too cool for clas — art school, specifically. Donald Trump/ Twitter 2 The Anti-Obama Oil Painter Now Remembers Trump Is The New Messiah Jon McNaughton is possibly one of history’s greatest masters. Not because he started anything magnificent or profound or thought-provoking, attention, but because his use are some of the goddamn funniest a few examples of theological right-wing bathos. Jon McNaughton First and foremost, why would you plant a tree three hoofs in front a target where people will be sitting? This lovely depict, entitled You Are Not Forgotten , boasts Herr Conditioner and attests that you can’t draw Trump look warm and charisma even if you choose him yourself. But the real glamour of McNaughton’s art lies in the fact that he’s merely a really, genuinely hacky government cartoonist with a better graze stroke tournament. He often boasts about the number of “symbols” he manages to stuff into a single canvas. Now, the topic is unity. That’s why a not-that-keen eye can will recognise that Everyman Trump is tower over a working-class kinfolk( whom he’s fastened) as they embed a flower( which he’s fucking kill) in front of a gather of veterans and soldiers( whom he dishonors ), disabled population( whom he doesn’t care about ), black people( whom he doesn’t like ), various cabinet members( whom he’s shelled ), police officers( whom he’s slandered ), and laborers( whom he doesn’t wage ). div > But McNaughton didn’t determine his refer by trimming half a dozen inches off of Trump’s waist. He became a republican beloved by taking drops on President Obama for a solid eight years. Here’s his interpretation of Obama’s domestic policy TAGEND Jon McNaughton Did you acknowledge the 9/11 symbolism? The situation that happened seven years before Obama was president, when a Republican was in office? His foreign policy TAGEND Jon McNaughton To be fair, Los Alamos does have a really nice golf course. div > His stance on Obamacare TAGEND Jon McNaughton There goes the plan for National Treasure 3. And here again is that classic, boasting Obama trampling over the rights of the very same working man who Trump will later save while all the good Republican chairpeople are screaming at him TAGEND Jon McNaughton “But I wanted to flora a tree there … “ div > Man, Obama really seems like a dick in these likeness. We’re amazed that the nuclear detonation didn’t feign his golf move, or that he escaped unharmed after dipping the Physique in napalm and placing it alight in his hand, although that’s to be expected when you’re Literally Satan. His abilities are truly ceaseless, as is his cruelty … as demonstrated by that time he pressured a soldier to eat a slice of a lesbian uniting cake. Jon McNaughton “It’s not even ice cream cake. Thanks, Obama.” Save us, President Trump! Save us from that tricky black sn- oh, you already have. Jon McNaughton There is an extremely famous pennant advising against this very thing! 1 Barron Trump, Manga Star While Trump himself has a unusually divisive sort of popularity, the same can’t tell me about the Trump brats — Ivanka, Donnie Jr ., and the one who looks like a hardboiled egg with a cheek gather on it. His spawn are nigh-universally humiliated, persistently putting their hoofs in those cavities they can’t ever seem to fully close. But one Trump kid is exempt from this ridicule: Barron, the unassuming, sweet-looking 12 -year-old who actually has to live in the White House with his mom and dad. Doing entertaining of a kid is not the nicest stuff to do, so two feelings masters have gone the other direction, trying to delve into the mind of this quiet son and figuring out the uproar he was required to impression from having the most powerful awful father-god in the whole world — in spectacular manga shape, natch. Yuusuke Hori “At least it’s not a racist amphibian.” div > This very melodramatic segment was announced by master Yuusuke Hori right after Trump’s inauguration. It testifies Barron in sparkly bishonen structure with a designation that reads “My loud, vexing dad is president, so the placid unassuming life I missed is totally over.” It was merely signified as a silly mockup blanket, but because it came insanely popular, we eventually got the for-realsies The Adventures Of Barron And His Loud-Mouthed President Father , i> and it’s everything we’ve ever wanted. Joy Ling Well, except for Trump not to be president, but still. To all the non-otaku out there, TAOBAHLMPF ( created by Brooklyn-based artist Joy Ling) envisions Barron, who really really was intended to “watch Netflix and play Pokemon, ” teaming with Sasha and Malia Obama to solve the puzzle bordering a “mysterious anomaly” that appeared after his father took office — which is not a polite method to refer to Kellyanne Conway. 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5 WTF Ways Trump Has Been Immortalized As Artwork

It wasn’t his knowledge of policy, his charm, or anything remotely leadership-like that led to the popularity of Donald Trump. If anything, it was the ease and willingness with which he turned himself into a walking meme, complete with a fandom busy creating fanfiction, fan theories (i.e. insane conspiracy theories), and, of course, tons of bad fan art. Here are some of the weirdest and wildest pieces in the current Trumpian art movement for you to absorb before they find their way into the National Portrait Gallery.

Deep Dream Trump Is Pure Nightmare Fuel

While computers are getting better at everything that makes humans so special (like opening doors), there is one area where we’ll always have them beat: abstract thought. After all, it’s hard to have a sense of whimsy when a misplaced semicolon can turn you into scrap. In fact, the closest we’ve gotten to giving computers a world of pure imagination is through “deep learning” — software that mimics how our neutrons fire and is perhaps the future of artificial intelligence. And like any good humans, we gave computers the gift of creativity, only to squander it on monstrosities like this:

Chris RodleyThat’s why you don’t share a teleporter with Muppets.

This is a deep learning interpretation of one of Donald Trump’s family photos. And if you’re wondering why Melania looks like Miss Piggy on her way to her third divorce, that’s on purpose. This art is the result of artist Chris Rodley plugging pictures of Donald Trump into a deep learning algorithm which was also “looking for images from Sesame Street.” The result is this hellscape of vacant expressions, googly eyes, and wandering hands — plus elements from Sesame Street.

Chris RodleyCourtesy of Industrial Light and Horror.

It could be a lot worse, though. You could be looking at a video of Trump transformed into an awakened eldritch horror struggling against the confines of our universe:

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Though on the plus side, Trump’s hair has never looked more in its element.

Eric Cheng/YouTubeOh, like you’ve never had a wookiee sex dream.

This nightmare fuel was brought into our world by Eric Cheng, who said he created it by plugging a video of a Trump speech into a deep learning algorithm that was simultaneously thinking about Cthulhu. The level of Cthulhu influence was governed by the volume at which Trump was speaking. We’re lucky that it was one of his quieter rants. If it had been about minorities or women, that video might have accidentally opened a wormhole into the domain of the Elder Ones.

All Hail God-Emperor Trump!

To a lot of internet manbabies, Trump is the ultimate badass. He’s an ass-kicker and a risk-taker, a street fighter and shot-caller, the guy who puts the Big Mac into Mack Daddy. Of course, in order to maintain that view of Trump, you have to constantly ignore all of reality. Fortunately, the internet boys have found a way to easily block out the pesky truth by replacing it with hardcore sci-fi fan fiction!

Meet God-Emperor Trump, may his clogged arteries reign for eternity. Based on the lore of the popular tabletop gaming universe Warhammer 40,000, which is set in a ludicrously dystopian future, the cruddy side of the internet is filled with images of Trump as the iconic Emperor of Mankind, immortal ruler of the human empire bringing his never-ending war to the undesirables. Feels like satire, right? It isn’t.

via The Flama

via The FlamaHis armor appears to be made from the Ark of the Covenant, which is appropriate, since it makes us want to melt our faces off.

Sure, it’s pretty weird to pick an awesome god of war as the avatar for a dude who used alleged bone spurs as an excuse to get out of military duty, but that’s where the total disillusion comes in.

via r/Warhammer40k

Robokoboto/Art AbyssCarrying the skulls of his own supporters doesn’t seem ominous at all.