#i can never be toooo genuine or it gets kinda embarrassing ^^’’

[emero0]

New self-love technique: group compliments where you include yourself!

Instead of saying, “you’re all so cool and talented”

Start saying, “we’re all so cool and talented”

Start including yourself in positivity and try it today!! :D

[jordanlahey]

Okay okay- innocent x lost boys get me. Let’s say, a new girl comes to Santa Carla and she’super sweet and sees how grumpy the boys look (maybe the surf nazis fucked with their bikes) and decides to win the stuffies, and awkwardly giving them to the boys and wishing them a better day?? Sry if this is toooo specific or odd

This one was kinda sweet to write

Tonight was the night you decided to venture out to the Boardwalk after days of unpacking at your new house. You were excited yet a little nervous it was never fun doing things by yourself especially in a crowded place like this, teenagers and kids alike run wild from stall to stall ride to ride.

A group of teens maybe in their early 20's? Had caught your eye but for the wrong reasons. You were simply walking passed them near a small group of bikes maybe 4? You weren't sure how a massive group of people could all fit onto 4 motorbikes which only meant the bikes were theirs. They were laughing and joking about as well as possibly tampering with the bikes, you decided to stay and watch from afar you could step in but there were lots of them and only one of you. In a second they all started running in your direction, you turned your head as they scurried past you they had a genuine look of fear on their faces, who ever they pissed off wasn't the best target.

The sound of swearing and shouting brought your attention back to the bikes and 4 boys appeared there, they all were very pissed. You felt bad having just watched it happen and not do anything to stop them. Pursing your lips together you thought long and hard how you could make them feel better then an idea popped into your head. You began rummaging around in your pocket to find any change then headed deeper into the crowd towards the claw machines.

It took up most of your night but you managed to finally win 4 stuffed animals from the claw machines with the exception of not leaving until you had them and apologizing to kids who waited so long for you to finish it also cost you all your pocket money too but it was worth it. At least you hope so. You started wondering back and found the four boys all sitting on their bike or against them and that's when the insecurity hit you or the harshness of reality, they were boys clad in leather and looked like they belong in a rock band they wouldn't appreciate a stuffed animal it isn't their style! They're gonna laugh at you for being so stupid and soft!? You had stopped walking and had all intentions to walk away but they boys had already noticed you.

"Hey sugar, can we help you." the one that looked like a glam rocker spoke and that made you more nervous. Swapping glances between the stuffed animals in your hands and them you could fee your face heat up.

"I...Um." You tried to avoid eye contact and stare at the floor while holding your arms out for them to take what you had got them. They boys exchanged glances they were indeed the slightest bit confused why you of all people would hand them stuffed animals it's not something the would be particularly interested in yet here you are. "I saw those guys mess around with your bikes and I was too anxious to try stop them so to make you feel better I won these for you and the also apologize for not doing anything to stop them so please take them." you piped up still staring into the ground hoping it would swallow you whole and save you from the embarrassment. You felt the stuffed animals being taken from your hands and they all muttered a 'thanks' to you it felt awkward so as soon as your hands were empty you bolted away shouting "have a great night."

The boys once again stared at each other still trying to comprehend what just happened. David stared down and the bear and smirked to himself, it was kind of you to have done that for them in fact no one has done that for them do really they don't know how to react.

"So can we keep her?" Marko broke the silence, he admired your boldness they all did. Despite you being timid you still walked up to them and spoke words to them more than what anyone else would do. Their Repuation as the big bad biker gang didn't phase you one bit yeah they were intimidating but that didn't stop you, yeah they admire you maybe just maybe they want to keep an eye on you get to know you a little more.

[allaboardtheussharringrove]

So @billy-baby mentioned That 70’s Show and Harringrove, and it reminded me of a *whole ass* set of hc’s about a 70’s/Stranger Things AU that has been sitting in my notes for literal years collecting dust, so here it is:

-Billy & Hyde would be besties, probably neighbours in the same shitty neighbourhood

-They headbang to hard rock and metal, jam to 60’s & 70’s rock while drinking TONS of beer and hotboxing the Camaro and El Camino, respectively

-Bands they’d have in common: AC/DC, Black Sabbath & Ozzy Osbourne, Scorpions, KISS, Judas Priest, Van Halen, and Led Zeppelin just to name a couple

-Hyde always gives Billy shit for like, never wearing a shirt, Billy gives Hyde shit for his ever-present sunglasses & sideburns

-They know each other’s parental problems, and take refuge in the Forman’s basement/the empty Harrington house (yes, we’re talkin’ a Hawkins, Indiana/Point Place, Wisconsin mashup here)

-Billy still has a major crush on Steve (Harrington that is, Steven Hyde will only be referred to as Hyde [and that possible name mix-up could cause some hilarity whenever anyone calls out “Steven”, and some embarrassing rumour drama for Billy, Steve, & Hyde (or omg a block party at the Formans where Kitty calls out “William! Steven! Michael!” And she turns around and has Billy, Will, Hyde, Steve, Mike, and Kelso starting at her expectantly)])

-Billy probably also thinks Eric and Kelso are kinda cute, but total dumbasses, they both definitely annoy him

-Fez would have a totally awkward and hilarious crush on Billy, and you just know Billy would flirt with him on purpose just to make him nervous (this might make Steve a lil jealous and annoy him to no end)

-Jackie would have the BIGGEST crush on Steve, after Kelso, and drag him around to go shopping and shit, he would tolerate it but Billy would absolutely hate her as a “bitchy rich entitled snot-nosed brat” cause she would be vocal about him being poor and he’d have to be calmed down by Hyde and Steve all the time

-Billy would give Hyde an unimaginable amount of shit for going out with Jackie, hooo boy!

-Steve would get a kick outta Kelso, but I think he and Eric would be pretty close friends, with Steve always pushing to hang around at the Forman’s cause Eric’s parents are always present, as opposed to his empty house (he adores Kitty Forman for SURE as the mother he never had)

-But the gang would surely hold parties at the Harrington’s....and only sometimes get away with it (both these groups are known for their KEGS! and the 70’s teens would lose their damn minds over Keg Kings Billy & Steve)

-Billy would put the charm on for Kitty sometimes just to see her blush, and Red would get annoyed and just a little threatening saying something like “Like to see how charming you are with my foot up your ass” and Billy being the abused kid that he is automatically takes it a little too seriously- probably flinches, goes a little pale, stutters out a “Yes sir, sorry sir”

-This would make Kitty and Red a bit concerned, pay a visit to the Hargrove household- I wouldn’t be surprised if they experience Neil putting Billy down or catch a glimpse of a smack or something and they would for sure take action with Red intimidating Neil cause you know he could

-Anyway! Girls. Robin and Donna would be THE BEST FRIENDS EVER, cause Donna had no other cool girl friend to hang out with and you just KNOW Robin might have an “itsy bitsy” (huge) crush on Donna, cause she’s Hot Donna, also they’re both super into female empowerment (and honestly, when Donna/Eric break up I could see her maybe falling for Robin too)

-Donna and Billy would be buds, she might like him for a hot minute but be cool with him being gay (Out of everyone in the 70’s gang, I think he’d most likely share this with her - cause she’d probably figure it out - even if it’s just to gush about their dumb, brave, pretty brunette boys to each other)

-Max would LOVE Donna, not just because of the hair (but also redhead solidarity is important), but because they’re both badasses and would totally vibe together- Max, Billy, and Donna would be an unexpectedly fun trio (and Billy would complain about having to drive the “GingeTwins” around all the time or something to that effect)

-And Jackie having to babysit Erica (because Donna does it sometimes, but she’s out for the night) would be the best thing ever good lord, Erica would put Jackie in her place, but they’d probably make up some schemes together too

-Also Erica would be absolutely appalled at having a similar name to Eric, she’d probably call him something along the lines of “Supreme Nerd” or “King of the Nerds” and have an endless supply of unimpressed looks for him during their debates of whose name is better

-Eric would totally join Mike, Will, Lucas & Dustin in their nerd exploits (STAR WARS!) And he and Dustin would get into loooong nerd debates

-I think Kelso would join Dustin & Lucas (and maybe the other boys too) in doing mischievous experiments including but not limited to: pyrotechnics, wrist rockets, radios and electronics... He’d begrudgingly listen to the scientific explanations of the boys (which would all fly right over his head) and they would have a moderate success rate, but also have to run away from the trouble they’d get in

-Lucas and Hyde would always be cool, but after finding out about Hyde’s biological dad they could become closer (Hyde’s dad and Lucas would have the best banter)

-Will and Eric would geek out over comics, and I think Eric would be super nice/supportive about seeing Will’s drawings

-Jonathan would be pretty quiet at first, but might talk to Fez since they’re both kinda the odd man out in each group (and he’d be genuinely NICE to Fez, *side eyes 70’s teens*)- then he’d be roped into doing random/stupid/mildly illegal stuff with the gang

-And despite Billy & Hyde being besties, I think Jonathan would bond with Hyde over shitty dads (plus I think Hyde would love Joyce, and she’d be another offer of refuge for him & Billy) and WEED WEED WEED

-Actually that might definitely be a sub-trio: Jonathan, Billy, & Hyde- they’d all have each other’s backs when it came to family drama (and later on when Hyde gets his record store, he’d offer them both jobs and Jonathan would be over the fuckin’ moon and work there)

-Billy would for sure work for Red in his muffler shop, and Red would take him under his wing, probably unwittingly become the father figure Billy never had.

-Nancy, hmmm, well she’s on the richer side of town so her and Jackie might be friends? but she’d for sure get annoyed with Jackie’s shallow bullshit

-OH and Robin would also hate Jackie I think, ‘cause of her entitlement and relentless obsession with boys (poor Jackie, I’m not setting her up for anything great here huh)

-So that’d be why Steve is friends with her, if only ‘cause he feels bad when she alienates herself from the rest of the teens, they (and I hate to say this) *could possibly* date for like 5 minutes, it’d be a REALLY hard time for Billy...and Kelso. And those two would probably come up with some hairbrained scheme to break them up (and succeed, but each get ripped a new one because of it)

-But at least the group of teen girls would be bigger if Donna, Robin, Jackie, and Nancy all hung out together sometimes (and if they tried to have a sleepover or something there would be toooo many idiot boys trying to creep on them, I think Billy would be the voice of reason and tell them they’re all being dickheads)

-And he’d give Fez a fuck ton of shit for being such a voyeuristic creep, probably make him stop hiding in people closets (wait what? Fez is like constantly coming out of closets in that show?! hello?? is that a thing??? Oh ho-ho they’d have a whole talk about that)

-Steve would get a kick outta Fez, probably think he was the funniest dude on the planet, as I’d say they’re the goofballs of the group (and yes, I am mostly excluding the King Steve narrative from this and using only cool mom Steve, cool? cool.)

-Steve might also have a lil crush on Donna, (‘cause a strong personality and blue eyes is like his kink, we all know this) but Eric would throw a fit about that and then they’d be all buddy-buddy discussing Donna & Billy (I think Eric being kind of a dumbass about his own gay kiss might put Steve off for a bit [and make Billy super hesitant and real pissed], but I also think Eric would be cool with hearing Steve out about his big bisexuality-discovery-adventure)

-Donna and Eric trying set Steve and Billy up by saying they’re all gonna hang out, and then like locking Billy/Steve in a room together or something and leaving😈

-When Billy/Steve’s relationship comes out, Hyde’s reaction is probably “That’s cool, man” Kelso would make some corny statement about how hot *he* is, Fez would probably fangirl over it with big ole heart eyes, Jackie would be like “weird, whatever”, Kitty would get flustered and then overly excited about it after a while, Red would be uncomfortable but okay with it saying something like “I better not catch you two dumbasses doing anything in my house”

-Ohmygod, Red as a father figure to Billy, Kitty as a mother figure to Steve, and they end up being so supportive of the boys ‘cause they have to put up with so much parental shit (say what you want, but the Formans have compassion) and they convert their house/backyard into a little private prom for the whole gang just so Billy/Steve can dance together and be themselves

-Billy, Steve, and Robin would die laughing every time they saw/talked to Leo. And I feel like Robin would talk her way into a job at the Photo Hut and then just end up being the manager and hires Jonathan herself to do the developments

-And you know how Hyde is always punching Kelso in the arm? Well he’d always get one, and Billy would punch the other arm as he’d classify Kelso a special kind of idiot, they’d always be teasing Kelso together, but Billy (and Steve I’m sure) would have some wicked BURNS that Kelso would love

-Steve and Kelso as friends? Sure, pretty boys gotta stick together~ especially when Steve gets called that by Billy, and then Kelso insists he’s a prettier boy, and Billy either rolls his eyes or flirts aggressively cause Kelso doesn’t understand WHY that’s Steve’s nickname, and it’s a whole can of worms you guys

-(And I didn’t forget about El, I’m just not quite sure where she fits in this AU... she probably doesn’t have powers and is the new kid who moves into town cause of a bad home life, she’d befriend Max in school and then I think Donna would take her under wing, then she’d be a hit with the teen gang cause she’d break her quietness with witty comments/one-liners, and since she’s very intuitive still, she gravitates towards Billy & Hyde and there would be some touching heart-to-hearts about shitty parental situations followed immediately after by inappropriate offers of beer to which she responds with a firm “gross”)

-And finally, *the Circle* would be so much bigger and funnier with the Stranger Teens in it

[enzoid23]

Gonna improve some older OCs I have in this post lol

So if someone who saw me rp in that one ask blog as them sees this, hi lol they're getting changed!

Original

They were called Nerezza and Luna, Nerezza went by Ezza. Ezza was like 7 and Luna 12 I think?

Now bare with me but Luna is a shapeshifter and Ezza was supposed to be but like got stuck/never got the ability. She's bummed out by this and to make up for it desperately wants to learn to do magic tricks..but the thing is she doesn't know they're tricks and tries to ACTUALLY do them. Logics basically "People without powers do this all the time, so I'll be able to be like my sister if I can do this! :D"

So Luna was also abusive to Ezza, but it was going slow and then WHAM its all at once. It started with being so mild it probably wasn't even abusive just mean, and was a little verbal abuse mixed with lying with stuff easy to cover up, specifically to her. This was out of malice, but a childish malice, not a strongly planned or intended thing.

Luna would also do pranks, normally just pretending to be something else like an object or animal and then once Ezzas convinced she'd show herself. Definitely caused some trust issues in Ezza especially considering that Luna could be people too, the kid didn't know who to trust lol!

And you know they're adopted lol. The parents like coordinate their toxicity because I thought it's be funny, like they go through a "Benevolent beings-nice-okay-eh-rude-mean-cruel" kinda thing back and forth.

They don't have anything from their birth parents and don't know who they are, and they don't care to look.

Both are treated equally and have their own lives, Luna isn't lashing out from abuse she's just a dick.

Okay so here's the cringe parts (imo)..

*Something I literally never considered even making options for happened, I'm almost too embarrassed to type this, corrupting Luna. This does the following:

Forces her into this one weird floaty form

However she was before? 10× worse

Physically, verbally, mentally, all the abuses minus sexual to Ezza

Mostly does the abuse in private but just does not care if people see it

Touching people causes a lot of burning pain and a black mark to show up in the shape of her hand wherever she touched. Does not cause damage but does cause permanent marks and sensitivity to the area. Often does this to Ezza when mad or bored

Can float (her hair saw that ability and decided it wanted to as well. Basically her hair floats on its own at all times lol)

And probably more! I forgot!

(The true cringe is the design I made..)

*Nerezza is a stupid fucker. Not even child dumb but genuinely idiotic. If she grew up she'd never keep a job or finish school she's so dumb. Wanna know why? She tried. The fucking chainsaw, cutting people in half trick. Thinking it was real. MULTIPLE TIMES.

*She feels guilty. Still genuinely thinks she can do it one day but decided to quit brutally killing people until she "works up to it". Luna finds the whole thing hilarious and is the one who convinced Ezza not only to try it once, but that she needed to keep doing it until she got it. So it's not all on Ezza but even when deciding that I was laughing at it

Some old art of them (NOT RECENTLY MADE I PROMISE)

Ezza

Luna, corrupted

not a single.fucking.word

Luna, post-corruption

(Honestly proud of this one though!)

So that's pretty much it there..Onto the new ones!

New Versions

So, not toooo many changes...but basically,

Instead of abusive adopted parents, it's gonna be like maybe negligent or people who don't know how to care for kids but didn't want to give up the baby+toddler on their door step or something? Something like that.

And Luna was still mean but not really from malice, definitely no good intentions but she thought more of fun than how it affected her sister. She loves Ezza but doesn't like her if that makes sense? Not in the sibling dislike way either. Doesn't really like nor dislike, still loves, idk how to explain it...

Ezza did NOT become a serial killer for the sake of magic but still tried to learn to compensate. In this version, Ezza thought of cutting people and Luna shot it down! How the turns have tabled.

Instead of 12 Luna's like 14 because 12 is too young but 15 is too old imo. Immature but aware kinda thing I think

Ezza is still like 7 or 8

Luna still gets that same corruption arc but the design..The design HAS to change. I'll reblog after I figure it out and draw it. She isn't being controlled or anything, it mostly changes abilities and wills and desires. Takes normal guy and makes him a semi-powerful melee sadist with no regards or care for others and can't be redeemed in that state, but still has whatever free will OCs can have. Sooo..subtle control I guess? That's like giving someone a gun with bullets, stripping their morals, making them super angry, and putting them in front of someone they don't like, with no outs, so I guess I can't say it's completely them doing it.

Luna gets somehow broken out of it (I haven't even decided how it HAPPENED how would I decide how it UNhappens?) and has a permanent scar. If she takes form of anything with a face, it has the scar. She can't customize it, has to live with it. Why a scar? Because I like giving characters permanent reminders of their sins they weren't all there to commit. She'll try to get along with Ezza after that but Ezza now has trust issues and a phobia of Luna so that'll take work lol.

Anyways that's it so far, I'll reblog later with the redesigns and any extra info I might remember to add!

[omicuddler]

Pencil and Paper- Steve Rogers

Artist!Steve Rogers x Reader AU

Summary: Having no artistic ability whatsoever, you enroll in an art class to learn and attempt to master the craft. In your class, you manage to meet someone who turns your world upside down... and sketches it.

Warnings: toooo much fluff

WC: 2,611

AN: so um this is my first non-angst and my first AU. I was actually very inspired by @invisibleanonymousmonsters ‘ Biker!Bucky AU which was OUTSTANDING I would definitely go check that out! But yeah I was really inspired by one of the scenes and so this dumb idea popped into my head and here we are!

You loved art. You loved how you can express so much through something as little as a brushstroke or a line. It was delicate yet immense, subtle yet extravagant. A neverending paradox of emotions and visions.

Too bad you had zero artistic ability whatsoever. So, you had no idea what moved you so much as to sign up for your first art class.

You paced your apartment living room, making a mental packing list of what you need and trying your best to make sure you didn’t forget anything. But knowing you, you probably would forget something.

You checked your watch and sighed in annoyance as you had three hours before your class even began. You walk over to the window and looked out at the busy streets and the skyscrapers in the distance.

It was a nice June afternoon in Manhattan, and you didn’t want it to go to waste. You packed your bag, grabbed your keys, phone and wallet and made your way to the door.

After locking the door you turn and head down the hall and to the elevators. On your way, you happened to bump into your neighbor, Wanda.

“Oh hey, Wanda! I almost didn’t see you there!”, you said as she approached the elevators, “How have you been?”.

“I’ve been alright, (Y/N)! How are you?”, she asked while reaching for a hug.

“I’m alright. I’m actually heading out to my very first art class!”, you said with a smile on your face, meanwhile, butterflies were still going crazy in your stomach.

“Oh, really? Are you going to the ones that are being offered at the Art Studio down on 20th Avenue? I’ve heard that Steve goes there a lot... have you met Steve?”, Wanda rambled on.

You chuckled at how light-hearted and positive she always was. She was always supportive of you, and over the months she’s become one of your closest friends in the complex.

“Actually no, I’m afraid I haven’t met him before. But he sounds like a nice guy,” you added, trying to keep up the small talk, “So where are you off to?”

The elevator chimed, and the doors opened. The both of you stepped in and she pressed the ground level button. The doors closed and the elevator slowly made its descent.

“I’m going out for lunch with my brother, Pietro. You remember him, right?”, her eyes were bright with excitement.

“Yeah! It’s been a while since I’ve heard from him... how is he?”, you asked genuinely interested.

“He’s been great! He just got back from a trip to Europe with a few of his pals, so I figured a lunch would be a good way to catch up!”

“Wow... I’d love to travel to Europe. There are so many galleries and museums. Just think how many masterpieces and different works of art he must’ve seen!”, you said giddily, in your own world.

You heard Wanda chuckle, “I don’t think he went there for the art, (Y/N). He probably just went for the booze and the girls.”

You laughed and nodded, “Probably, he is your brother.”

The both of you laughed as the doors opened to the ground floor. The both of you exited the building and looked at each other.

“Well, I gotta go this way,”, Wanda gestured behind her, “But you have to tell me how your art class goes! Maybe you can draw me like one of your French girls!”, she said with a wink.

You laughed and waved, “If you’re okay with looking like a stick figure, then sure! I’ll see you around Wanda!”

“See ya, (Y/N)!”

You began your walk down the street, taking out your phone and plugging in your headphones and immersing yourself into music.

The day was nice and warm, not too hot. You decided to cut through Central Park, even though you knew that it was a tourist trap. You couldn’t help but be entranced by the beauty of it all. A field of green within a concrete jungle.

You strolled through the Park at your own leisure, silently jamming out to your own music. For a moment, your anxiety surrounding the art class dissipated and you were just filled with peace and happiness.

You checked your watch only to realize you have an hour until class started, and it takes ten minutes to get there. You quietly sigh and begin to make your way to the studio.

The outside of the studio is very quaint and welcoming, which somewhat set you at ease. As you open the door, you can hear the tiny bell above the door chime and you’re overcome by the smell of fresh canvases, paint, and while its crazy, creativity.

You were too busy looking around that you didn’t notice a man emerge through a door and stand at the counter. You were drawn out of your trance when the man cleared his throat softly as to not alarm you too much.

You turned around and blushed, embarrassed that you didn’t notice him earlier.

“Sorry, it’s just I’ve never been in here before and... I can’t even describe it I just feel different in here.”, you began, “I know that sounds stupid but-”

“Oh not at all! I definitely understand. It’s kinda hard to put it into words.”, the man chuckled. As you finally got a better look at him, you could see his chiseled cheekbones and his black, long hair. The most surprising was his sparkling green eyes.

“The name is Loki..”, the man introduced himself and extended out his hand for you to shake, “My parents were very into Norse mythology and I was a very tricky baby, so the name fit”, he added with a chuckle.

You laughed along with him and took his hand, “I’m (Y/N). I’m actually here for my very first art class...?”, you said it more like a question rather than a statement.

“Ahh, yes. Let me show you to the classroom!”, Loki said while beckoning you with his hand as he began to climb the stairs that you somehow missed earlier.

When you finally finish the climb, you were amazing with the view. It was an open studio with a stunning view of Central Park.

“Wow... this is beautiful”, you exclaimed, taken away by the view.

“It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”, a new voice said behind you, making you jump a little.

The both of you chuckled as you turned around, only to be met with a sterling pair of the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. You’re breath hitched in your throat as you just couldn’t take your eyes off his.

After what seemed like an eternity, the stranger extended his hand, “I’m Steve, Steve Rogers. I teach Beginner’s Art, Advanced Sketching, and I also dabble in pottery”, he said with a charming smile.

My god, this man was more perfect than Michelangelo's David.

“I’m uh...”, you began lost for words, “I’m (Y/N) (L/N), it’s great to meet you, Mr. Rogers.” “Oh please, call me Steve.”, he surprised you by instead of just shaking your hand, he pulled it up and lightly placed a chaste kiss on it, his eyes never leaving yours.

You felt a blush rise to your face and you could see a slight pink tint on Steve’s cheeks as well. As students began filing into the classroom, he let your hand go and started to greet the other students.

“Please have a seat wherever you feel the most comfortable. Just keep in mind that we will be facing the windows today!”, he said while clapping his hands together lightly.

You circled the room briefly before taking a seat in the second row, right in the middle. You noticed that there were no paints out, just a few pencils and a place for your sketchbook.

You dug through your bag in search of your sketchbook, your heart racing when you couldn’t find it. After a minute of looking, you finally found it buried under all the crap that you didn’t need to bring but brought anyway just in case.

After all the student’s filed in and took their seats, Steve made his way to the front of the room and began the class.

“Good afternoon, everybody! My name is Steve, and I’ll be your teacher for the next few weeks! Shall we get started?”, he said while looking around the room, his eyes landing on you. You smiled and nodded, and to this Steve replied, “Well alright then!”

After a few minutes of instruction on the materials and technique, Steve gave you your first assignment: draw your hand. However, there was a catch. You could not look at your pencil and sketchbook, you have to solely look at your hand and be aware of where you were drawing.

It was a lot harder than it sounded.

You weren’t going to lie, you were struggling a bit. You were paranoid that your pencil was going to fall right off the book, or that you weren’t pressing down hard enough.

Steve was making rounds around the classroom, checking in on the students and offering advice. He finally made it to you and laughed quietly at what he saw.

You were in such concentration, you were practically glaring at your hand, and you had your tongue stuck out a little while you were busy scribbling away. While to others you may have looked silly, to him you looked absolutely beautiful.

“Hey (Y/N), how’s your sketching coming along?”, Steve asked gently as not to scare you like last time.

“I don’t know, Steve, you tell-”, you finally looked up at your sketch and your eyes widened. It was a disaster.

“Oh my god...”, you said in shock and quickly tried to hide it in embarrassment as Steve chuckled beside you.

He pulled up a stool and sat down beside you, “No no, (Y/N) you have nothing to be ashamed of”, he said while taking the sketchbook and placing it back on the stand, “This is your first art class... could you ride a bicycle on your first try? Or did you need training wheels at first?”

You blushed quietly and chuckled, understanding the point he was trying to make.

Steve was quiet for a moment, examining the picture you had created. He reached for your hand and looked at it intensely as if it was severely complicated and delicate. He looked back at the picture and smiled at you, “This actually isn’t as bad as you think it is, for a first attempt.”

You looked at him in shock, “wh-what? The size the wrong, the nails and lines are in the wrong place...”, you continued to list off everything wrong with the picture.

“Yes but the actual figure of the hand seems very similar to yours, and you got the shape of the nails and the details pretty close”, he said before leaning in and whispering in your ear, “Yours is one of the best that I’ve seen so far.”

You were taken aback and slightly speechless, “Why thank you, Mr. Rogers”

He sighed and laughed, while standing up and taking his stool with him, “How many times do I have to tell you, please call me Steve.”

You nodded vigorously and went back to work on your picture, your brows furrowing in concentration, and your eyes flickered to and from your pictures, attempting to correct your misplaced features.

Before you knew it, Steve called the class together and gave a few notes about the progress today and what to expect for the next class.

“And don’t forget to practice! Practice makes perfect! Have a nice day, everyone. Stay safe!”, he dismissed the class.

You gathered your stuff in your bag, and you were about to leave before you heard Steve call after you.

“I usually don’t do this but...”, he rubbed the back of his neck out of nervousness and you could’ve sworn he blushed a little, “would you like to go and get some coffee with me?”

You smiled at him and eagerly replied, “Sure! I’d love that!”

Steve beamed at you and replied, “Great! Let me quickly grab my stuff and we’ll get going!”

He quickly rushed back to his desk, almost tripping over the stools along the way. You laughed at how clumsy he was and how flustered he seemed. He shoved some papers in his bag and a few other things before closing it and practically running over to you, “Shall we?”, he asked, panting slightly.

The both of you bid your goodbyes to your new friends and staff at the Studio before making your way down the street.

“So, where were you planning on taking me, Steve?”, you asked him curiously.

“PLease call me- oh you called me Steve um..”, Steve blushed bright red from embarrassment, making you laugh. He loosened up a little when he heard you laugh.

God, her voice is like an angel’s, he thought to himself.

“I was actually planning on going to my favorite cafe, the one right on 20th and Park... but if you want to go to another one then that’s totally fine!”, he blurted out, trying to make sure he wasn’t imposing too much.

“No that totally fine! I love going out to new places!”, you replied happily.

Steve offered his arm, and for some reason you took it. None of you were expecting the reactions you received, but the action, nonetheless, left the both of you in a blushing red mess.

The two of you made it to the cafe without embarrassing yourselves even more and you sat down on the outside patio, the slowly setting sun illuminating the both of you.

Steve ordered the both of you coffees and you got yourself a croissant, finally settling into the new environment. 

You were staring out at the street in front of you, you watched people hurry to and fro, and you watched the cars blare their horns and drive like maniacs. So many sounds filled the air, but a new one filled your ear: the sound of pencil on paper.

You look across at Steve to see that he’s engrossed in his sketchbook, and he was drawing furiously like he was trying to capture a million words, thoughts, and emotions into a single picture.

You softly cleared your throat and he looked up, realizing that he had been caught. He slowly put down his book and looked at you sheepishly, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to get so into the drawing- I mean distracted- I mean...”, Steve was left fumbling for words.

You simply smiled and laughed, seeing Steve a blushing red mess was adorable. He was so charming yet so real. Full of thoughts and emotions and ideas that he expressed through the most minuscule movements, from the movement of pencil on paper to the way he twirled his spoon in the cup of coffee.

“Can I see it?”, you asked curiously and quietly, thinking that he probably would say no.

Steve just looked at you and sighed, turning the book toward you. You let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding, “That’s...me”, you said slowly and full of awe.

Steve chuckled and smiled softly, “It’s very rough, and I didn’t have enough time to capture your full beauty- I mean all the details.”

“It’s gorgeous...”, you said reaching out to touch the drawing, “It’s so fluid, yet full of structure. Dainty, yet elegant. Calm, yet immensely moving.”, you finished with a whisper.

While you were busy looking at the picture with intense awe, Steve was looking at you like you were Juliet and he was Romeo: full of love, longing, and beauty.

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It's not like I'm falling in love, I just want you to do me no good And you look like you could

ROBIN OLIVER HUNT (Name at birth: Robin Huang; Alias: Robert Oliver Gardner)

Birthday: March 12 1990 (Pisces) Hogwarts House (Primary):  Gryffindor Hogwarts House (Secondary): Slytherin Myers-Briggs: ENFP Enneagram: Type 8 Height:  5’9

Overview:

Mother:

1.       Unknown—Linda Huang, still alive, forced to give up her child by her conservative parents who did not want her raising a child out of wedlock, has not tried to make contact with her son.

2.       Mother Florence—the head nun at Nottingham Orphanage, firm, but kind; strict, but genuinely wanted the best for the children; had a soft spot for Robin, since he’d been there for like all his life.

3.       Barbara Economides—Robin’s first foster mom, had six kids of her own, but room in her heart for a dozen more

Father:

1.       Unknown—Ernesto Rosetti

2.       George Economides—Robin’s first foster dad, loving and hard-working man, who unfortunately did not have a very hard-working cardiovascular system. Died of a heart attack when Robin was ~12

Mother’s Occupation: he doesn’t care about his birth mom, but Barbara owned a bakery

Father’s Occupation: he doesn’t care about his birth dad, but George owned a bakery

Family Finances: well, none of the homes he was in were great financially

Birth Order: only child as far as he’s concerned

Siblings: N/A--(Stefan, Petros, Elek, Idola, Eileen, Karena...the Economides kids)

Other Close Family: None

Best Friend: Joan Woode (28)

Other Friends: Tuck Frere (26), Martin Maddon (18), Fakhir Azhar (27)

Enemies: all those who neglect/abuse their children

Pets: none, would love a bird or a fox tho

Home Life During Childhood: He was in an orphanage till he was nine, and it was not a bad orphanage at all, just massively under-funded. At nine, he was placed in a foster home, a large Greek family, and he was very well-loved and well-taken care of, but the father dropped dead of a heart attack when Robin was 12 and the Economides family had to move and they couldn’t take care of Robin. He shuffled through like four other foster homes, at least one of which he was badly abused in, till at seventeen, he just didn’t come home one day and the family never reported it and that was that.

Town or City Name(s): Nottingham, England

What Did His Bedroom Look Like: Never had a steady room, or one of his own. Always shared with someone else, always a small bed.

Any Sports or Clubs: Nah, he was the type of kid who hung out under bridges and threw stuff.

Favorite Toy or Game: Had a toy archery kit back at the Economides house

Schooling: left school at seventeen

Favorite Subject: History and English, loved old stories of Robin Hood

Popular or Loner: loner---’cept he was real popular with the “troubled” kids, the freak in freaks and geeks

Important Experiences or Events: When George died, the abuse at the other foster homes

Health Problems: None

Culture: English?? He’s actually Italian and Chinese, but wouldn’t know at all. Considers himself Greek, if anything

Religion and beliefs: The only time in his life when he was religious was when he lived with the Economides family and went to church on the reg, since then, he’s convinced that if a God does exist, he’s a shitty God and only people can really help each other

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits: smoking, drinking, commitment issues, def has ghosted girls before...oh yeah, uh, stealing things??? He’s also a pickpocket

Good Habits: very good with children, when he wants to be he’s very kindhearted, very charismatic, very charming, good sweet-talker

Best Characteristic: intense--has his set of beliefs and morals and will stick by them

Worst Characteristic: intense--to the point where he isolates himself

Worst Memory: The moment the Economides family left him at the social services office (also George’s death lbr)

Best Memory: His first Christmas with the Economides family

Proud of: the money he’s been able to give back to the orphanage

Embarrassed by: his lack of formal education

Driving Style: erratically, I don’t think he has a license but he definitely knows how to drive--does not get into accidents, but is hella reckless

Strong Points: passionate, believes in a cause, dedicated friend, charming, charismatic, quick-learner, good with his hands

Temperament: sanguine

Attitude: passionate, intense

Weakness: has a very specific mission, keeps people at a distance unless you’ve proved yourself to him, you can know him but never really know him

Fears: man, uh, not being able to make a difference

Phobias: abandonment issues~~~

Secrets: the fact that he’s a master thief

Regrets: not finishing secondary, not being like a better person or whatever

Feels Vulnerable When: talking about his past

Pet Peeves: tourists (but they make good bait), people who hate on people who use subtitles, americans, mac copmputers

Conflicts: his very idealistic moral code vs reality, his very idealistic moral code and mission vs caring about his own life/needs

Motivation: justice for children

Short Term Goals and Hopes: find Tuck’s family, steal from Tuck’s family, find Martin, find enough money to get Fakhir a good lawyer

Long Term Goals and Hopes: well shit, making a difference in the lives of people somehow

Sexuality: heterosexual, but could be convinced to fuck a bloke

Exercise Routine: just generally active, runs a fair bit, likes to play sports with friends

Day or Night Person — Night

Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert

Optimist or Pessimist — Optimist

Likes and Styles:

Music: alt-rock, classic rock, rock in general, also some punk

Books: he likes old stories and folktales (ie; Robin Hood whom he modeled himself after), but does have a soft spot for some high fantasy books (he’s a big fan of Lloyd Alexander’s work--wait, I guess that doesn’t exist since The Black Cauldron is disney but IM SURE HE HAD SOME SORTA EQUIVALENT...The Beige Cauldron) and adventure novels

Magazines: GQ probs let’s be real. Never bought one, always knicked ‘em out of newstands. ALso probably playboy……...Recently has been into tech mags.

Foods: Greek food---reminds him of his time with the Economides family. Loves him a good lamb gyro with a big side of chips.

Drinks: Whiskey--straight up. Not a huge tea drinker, but likes a strong Turkish coffee. Also Gin and Tonics

Animals: Foxes and birds of prey. Tbh, kinda hates that the name the orphanage gave him is ROBIN for crying out loud it sounds so fuckin’ wimpy

Sports: big football fan, also into rugby, probably out of all my characters the one who follows sports the most jeez

Social Issues: def def a huge proponent for children’s rights, especially within the foster system; that’s his biggest thing, but he’s also really for Magick-Rights and against the pressing xenophobia and nationalism that’s rising in a lot of Western European nations

Favorite Saying: Faint heart never won fair lady; As you wish

Color: Dark forest green

Clothing: enough to maintain his image as a #rebel, but def does not invest toooo much in fashion. Lots of cool jackets, mostly darker colors

Jewelry: nah, mate that’s excessive (has this pendent that Barbara gave him that used to be George’s but that’s it)

Games: loves dominoes a lot actually

Websites: uhh reddit probably

TV Shows: probs into Game of Thrones and #epic period dramas

Movies: his absolute favorite movie is The Princess Bride, he loves good action flicks with a dash of epic romance--something with a real hero. Also probs a Star Wars fan. V for Vendetta

Greatest Want: to make a difference in the world, to make sure no child is ever hurt

Greatest Need: to let people in

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home: small studio apartment in Benbow

Household furnishings: sparse, probs just sleeps on a mattress let’s be real, has a hot plate and a mini fridge, uses a crate for a coffee table

Favorite Possession: his trusty pocket knife, one of the first things he bought with his own money

Most Cherished Possession: necklace that Barbara Economides gave to him that used to belong to George, it is a Greek Cross

Married Before: Nope.

Significant Other Before: the only serious one was this rather posh girl when he was 21. She ended up getting pregnant, but got an abortion and the relationship sorta derailed after that.

Children: nah

Relationship with Family: lol

Car: n/a

Career: no “career”--has worked service jobs and manual labor, was a bartender for a bit but quit bc of the Fakhir thing

Dream Career: god, he doesn’t know--maybe a social worker, tbh, or owning some sort of afterschool program for kids

Dream Life: he wouldn’t tell you, but being married to a beautiful girl, having a buncha kids, adopting a bunch too

Love Life: a string of one-night stands and brief dramatic love affairs that ended like smoke in the night

Hobbies : knife-throwing, wood-carving

Guilty Pleasure : women?

Sports or Clubs: not at the moment

Talents or Skills : wood-carving, bartending, bit of an amateur hacker, decent dancer and football player, decent at like climbing things lol, lock-picking, stealth talents

Intelligence Level: Never did well in school, but is quite very streetsmart and can read people very well, knowledgable on random things, courtsey of Tuck 

Finances: not as bad as you’d think, but still def the poorest out of my characters. He’s the type of dude who gives everything he gets back--always drops in coins for street musicians, always