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@lgbtqcreators creator challenge | book covers

TEEN MOVIES INSPIRED BY CLASSIC LITERATURE

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Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle Vincent van Gogh, Garden at Arles (1888)

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Ugh I love going back to old art drafts and fixing it

It's like showing to myself I've improved, saying to myself 'look you can improve if you just try and try again and observe and let go of the fear of erasing something kinda good to get something better'.

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Okay so in my Computer Applications class we learned about conditional formatting in Excel, where you can change the color of a cell by inputting certain values.

We're supposed to use it to model heat gradients in metals, but I found a better application:

FROG ART

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the joy of creation :3 !! (anything worth doing is worth doing badly)

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maudelynn:

golfing by the pyramids at mena house, c.1938

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In which Chiara reflects on a painting (and I do a bit of Menix exposition xD)

Chiara chokes in her next breath when she finally finds herself able to breathe. It's her poison right there - In oils or acrylics? Doesn't matter. Could be a proper window for all she knew -, glorious and pearly, breaking her heart in sharp-edged little pieces.

Badeea had all good intentions when she called her and other Hufflepuffs she found idly wandering the halls together to give their fair opinion and feelings on her art. She was to select a few to submit to an independent gallery of young talents in hopes of securing patrons and commissioners for the years beyond Hogwarts.

And, of course, Chiara was happy to help, she had seen a fair share of Badeea's art over the years and had always appreciated her talents, an ability not seen like it in anyone else their age, an artistic passion unmatched.

And of course, Witch in Velvet is mysterious, a painting Aspen had posed for in blood-red velvet drapes and done a good job of it with her sharp stare and ice-blue eyes. And certainly Birth of a Phoenix was to be picked, as the piece took her several weeks of watching Fawkes die and be reborn, flames moving as if real fire burned the canvas. Not to mention the mastery in detail from Dumbledore's still portrait whose eyes followed you in youthful melancholy regardless of where you stood before it.

So the piece before which Chiara stands shouldn't be anything special, not even Badeea wanted to place it there, but she felt important to include them all. A simple navy blue sky glittering with stars, accurate constellations of almost microscopic attention to detail, and on the forefront, a full sumptuous moon emanating shine so real it reflects on one's face.

And right now it's Chiara's tears reflecting said light, unable to remain unshaken, unable to look away.

She only notices Phoenix's presence when he already has his arm assuringly around her shoulders.

"Hey, it's okay."

She wipes her cheeks clean of tears even when more fall on their wake. "To think I'll never be to cherish a beautiful full moon."

"It's always so far in real life. This... this is pretty close to the real thing. Even prettier I'd say."

Perhaps romantic, she would've liked to add, looking at his ever-so-perfect profile and his thin golden curls in harmonious framing. Phoenix had always been enthralling and kind, but his heart never belonged to her, even the one time they kissed.

In fact, she's pretty certain the holder of said heart's eyes are boring holes on her back even without the need for Chiara to look. Ismelda had been walking with them when Badeea caught them, hand in hand with Phoenix. It was still a difficult sight to get used to but he wanted to acclimate both her and his friends to her presence and personality.

But even with the encouragements and evolution in friendliness, it'd be right out insane to get too friendly with him.

So she taps him on the shoulder and casually pulls herself away. "I'm quite alright now, Pheny. Thanks."

He nods, then lowers his voice as he continues. "You know you don't have to go through it alone. I know I'll never be able to solve your problems, but it might help to talk about your feelings."

"Indigo does plenty of that with me."

He smiles and nods knowingly. "Yes. But with somebody who experiences something... a little similar. Though not as frequent as yours, my transformations are never due to anything pleasant."

"Certainly not."

She dares a glance around the gallery and have her suspicions disappointingly confirmed with the side stare of dark green eyes on a starkly pale face.

She turns back to him quickly. "May I ask you something? Does she know?"

"Of my condition? Yes, of course. I wouldn't tag anyone along in ignorance of one of the core aspects of my existence. All my life it's been Indigo helping me through my moods, but I understand we'll eventually part and I have hopes of having her assistance in the future instead. I know it's a lot to ask, to expect, but I wouldn't ask if I didn't think she loved me and I know she does."

Chiara almost feels her face heat up at the exposure of his vulnerability, at the lightness with which he speaks of it. To hope someone would share the burden of being other, being dangerous and unstable. To hope for someone sturdy enough to hold her down.

"Must be nice, trusting it to someone like that. Being seen and understood. Being wanted so badly and lovingly, they're willing to go through the bad days."

He takes her hand and looks in her teary eyes. "Hey, look at me, you'll find that person. Chiara, you're a lovely girl with an unbelievably kind heart. Someone will make you braver and stronger through love."

She laughs, albeit a bit nervously. "Your words are touching and heartwarming, but please..." And tugs lightly at her hand. "People are looking."

He drops it immediately. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Oh, it's not you." She can't help glancing at Ismelda who looks away immediately. She thinks her glance to be quick, but Phoenix easily follows her path of sight.

He laughs musically and loudly, and her face burns with anticipation of his next move.

"Please!" He strides to Ismelda and pulls her into the conversation clumsily, even reluctantly she allows herself to be pulled. He wraps an arm around her shoulders. "Don't be fooled, this one wouldn't hurt a fly."

Ismelda doesn't hide her scowl nor her full face blushing. "Phoenix! You done besmirching my reputation? It's bad enough I date you of all people."

"What about dating me?"

She brushes the hair not covering her eye behind her ear. "You're the human equivalent of a buttery scone."

He grins charmingly. "At least I'm tasty, wouldn't you say?"

Chiara chuckles. "Can't argue with that."

"But not useful when one is trying to set a precedent of intimidation and respect."

"I think dating me makes you even more intimidating."

Almost reflexively Chiara finds herself nodding. "And we were just talking now."

"She knows."

"Do I?"

"Yes, you were looking."

"You looked cozy."

"Sorry, I'll make sure to look stiff and uncomfortable next time we talk."

She rolls her eyes but before she could utter a retort, Badeea approaches them to Chiara's relief.

"You guys seem to have taken a liking for this one. A candidate for the exposition?"

"I'd say so," Chiara responds.

"It's on the simpler side, for you that is," Phoenix says waving his hand, "but it's so sublime and realistic. Speaks of your sensibilities, not to mention your astronomical knowledge. This would make professor Sinistra cry with joy."

She holds her face as a smile spreads on her lips. "Ah, thanks, Phoenix. I require your poetic insight in all of the pieces, can you do it?"

"Of course."

And now, to Chiara's mortification, Badeea loops her arm around his elbow and takes him with her to look at the rest of her work.

She slowly looks in Ismelda's direction not looking her in the eyes. "Hey, I was trying to-"

Ismelda's looking at the painting. "I know."

"Oh, good."

"No, I know about your... condition."

Her eyes widen. "How do you..."

"It wasn't Phoenix, don't worry. Let's just say I know more than people think I do."

"I trust you haven't told anyone else."

"Not even he knows that I know. But I knew that he did." She turns to Chiara. "I'm not telling anyone, it'd be hypocritical of me, Phoenix being who he is. I think it's cool actually. Your type is very vicious, which is almost comical looking at you."

"Why?"

"You're frail and girly."

Chiara scoffs. "And you're certainly strong and vicious."

"I don't have to be. That's what wands are for." She balances her wand between her fingers swift and smoothly. "I respect your friendship with him and your special understanding, but I hope you don't try anything."

"And I hope you stop threatening me or I'll tell him myself."

Ismelda narrows her eyes. "Not a threat, just a warning."

"Same goes for you. You're not the only person that knows more than they should." She turns away from the painting, but before she leaves she looks at Ismeld one last time. "For the sake of my friendship with Phoenix, I hope we can be friends one day."

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I’m just built different (worse)

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~ 🎃✨HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS 🎃✨

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Hey I saw you from across the bar but my girlfriend didn't. Are you some manner of spirit

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I ship this ship because:

I have eyes

I can see

I am the smartest person in the room

I receive divine revelations about them in the dead of night, alone in my chambers

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by Shinta Sei

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HPHM OC Profile ✧

Achilles Shepherd

" He's been like a ghost hovering the Slytherin common room for the past five years and now he's marching the school like he bloody owns it. "

Full Name: Achilles Tremont Shepherd

Nicknames: Archie, Chill, Lee.

Gender: Male.

Birthday: 12th of December, 1972.

Born: Manchester, England.

Parents: Finch Shepherd - English, Ravenclaw, Muggleborn; Sunny Tremont Shepherd - English, Hufflepuff, Muggleborn.

Siblings: None, one of this guy is worth three.

Ethnicity: English (with possible Scandinavian and Jewish roots).

Blood status: Halfblood.

MBTI: ISFJ-A

Hogwarts House: Slytherin.

Appearance

Eyes: Deep dark brown, often appears black, long eyelashes turned downwards, often dark circles from sleepless nights.

Hair: Black and thick, he grew it throughout his years in Hogwarts and keeps on growing it.

Height: He's tall for boys his age, at 1,86m (6'1"ft), he has a burst of growth in his fourth year.

• He was always a very slim child since he grew up with scarce resources, but even after he began his years in Hogwarts, he didn't develop much of an appetite. His hunger only begins in his late 14s when puberty hits. It's in the summer between 5th and 6th year that he builds up and gets strong - not big specifically, but well defined.

• He's very careful and methodical about his hygiene and appearance, the reason why his hair looks so healthy and his nails are always cut and clean. He had some acne after his appetite came back so Cure for Boils potion was always at hand.

• He's pretty hairy and considering how pale he is and how dark his hair is, it's very visible. But for his disappointment, his chest hair is pretty scarce and not as masculine as he wishes it looked.

Magical Aspects

Wand: Fir wood with dragon heartstring core, 12", stiff flexibility.

Patronus: Arctic Fox. A small fox native to the Arctic regions of the Northern Hemisphere and common throughout the Arctic tundra biome. It is well adapted to living in cold environments, and is best known for its thick, warm fur that is also used as camouflage. It has a large and very fluffy tail. In the wild, most individuals do not live past their first year but some exceptional ones survive up to 11 years. The Arctic fox lives in some of the most frigid extremes on the planet, but they do not start to shiver until the temperature drops to −70 °C (−94 °F).

Often called ‘the survivor’s wand’, often owned by wizards who subsequently passed through mortal peril unscathed. There is no doubt that this wood, coming as it does from the most resilient of trees, produces wands that demand staying power and strength of purpose in their true owners, and that they are poor tools in the hands of the changeable and indecisive. Particularly suited to Transfiguration, and favor owners of focused, strong-minded and, occasionally, intimidating demeanor.

Abilities: He's very skilled in legilimency despite not being born one, working his way around occlumency since he's always wearing his feelings on his sleeve. And he doesn't have the power of sight, but is quite good at dream interpretation, tessomancy (reading tea leaves), and palmistry.

Boggart:

The night his parents were killed which he doesn't remember much but flashes of light, screams, a little blood, and the cold body of his mother.

When his mind moves beyond their death, yet never completed over it, it's Indigo's death he fears the most.

He's not very good at Ridikulus them and a professor always has to step in.

Amortentia: Dried apricots, currant juice, the general smell of the woods - since he grew up near one - especially fragrant trees, coconut shampoo - from Indigo's hair -, and broomstick finishing polish.

Miscellaneous

Pets: An elegant Barn owl, Lucrecia.

Things he always carries with him: His wand, gold ol' muggle chewing gum, a thermo mug with tea - most time black, blueberry or grey -, a little journal, and an old photograph of his parents when they were in Hogwarts.

Lucky Amulets: His parents wedding rings which he wears on a necklace at all times, a Remembrall that used to belong to his mother, and a tie Indigo burned by dipping into a potion by mistake - he said he'd throw away for her, keeping it to himself instead.

Best Friends

Achilles is very much like Talbott in the friendship aspect. But not only his own personality goes into play, as he's not a very appealing looking for the beginning of his Hogwarts years and is not a pureblood in a house full of Death Eaters children - he sometimes lies saying he's a muggleborn just to spite people.

Being orphaned pretty young, he grew up in an wirzading orphanage alongside Orion. They used to share rooms and be friends in there, though Achilles was always quieter and angrier than Orion. Orion naturally left first for Hogwarts and Achilles, still imature, felt abandoned by him, so when they meet up again in school Achilles gives him the cold shoulder for many years up until he joins Slytherin's Quidditch team.

Orion is still someone he cherishes and envies for his light aura and ease with which he forgives.

He befriends a Slytherin boy named Matthew Goldpayne in his second year, but for both is more a matter of convenience than anything, to be left alone and have a partner in school work.

In his later years he sort of befriends Ismelda but for the most part is one sided since she's always suspicious of him. They get into better terms after their first season together in Quidditch.

His first few years in Hogwarts are not very magical.

Academics

Favorite Classes:

Flying

DADA

Divination

Potions

Least Favorite:

Charms

Herbology

Favorite Professor: Madam Hooch and Rakepick. Women of confidence and attitude, also teachers of his favorite classes.

Least Favorite: Quirinus Quirrell. Takes one to know one...

Quidditch: It takes him a long time until he gains interest in the game, he doesn't like crowds so he rarely attends the games nor doesn't know the game. But when Slytherin's seeker leaves the team, Madam Hooch, having seen his flying abilities, recommends him for the team. He doesn't actually want to join it at first, but after interacting with the team, decides to hop in. He becomes so passionate, he sometimes wonders if she shouldn't follow a Quidditch career. He would be the school's best seeker if it wasn't for Charlie.

Favorite Team: He enjoys playing more than watching.

Another Slytherin OC, I'm dissapointed in me but he came into my head unannounced, breaking things and calling me names, and boom, Achilles was born. He gonna bring some spice to my HC, you don't understand.

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HellooOo ✨

Joshua and some Gryffindor friends 🦁🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

and yes, she's finally in her common room

I think i'll draw all my friends mc in one only sheet idk why but i need it hahahs

Maybe....What if everyone draws their own mc in some pose and we do an edit putting them together for our profile 💟?

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References: indigo & eugene & pose