#sometimes my sketches are neat and tidy

[mkstrigidae]

New Sansa/Alayne WIP because I am still recovering from pneumonia and can't do much of anything else :P

[fidgetspringer-art]

Sometimes my sketches are neat and tidy. Sometimes they are... less so.

[fennnii]

We Buried the First Draft

It was still twitching when we put it in the ground.

Warning: contains longing for a home I can never come back to (novels are homes, too, we spend enough time there)

I remember the first time I finished a novel. Not the first time I started one—God knows there were dozens of those, half-formed and feral—but the first time I typed “The End” and believed it. I printed the pages out, held the weight of it in my arms like a child I had somehow made.

And then I killed it.

The draft was too long. Too messy. Too full of itself and me and everything I wanted to say but didn’t yet know how to. Still, it breathed. You could feel it—beneath the overwrought metaphors and tangled pacing, something was alive in there. Something with sharp little teeth. It wanted out.

But instead of setting it free, I buried it.

And like anything buried too soon, it came back.

Writers talk about the revision process like it’s a matter of pruning. You trim here, tidy there. But what they don’t tell you is that revision is a form of possession. That your old words don’t leave easily. That when you try to change a sentence, it fights back.

I’ve opened old drafts and found lines I don’t remember writing, things I’m sure I never would have written. Some were beautiful. Others felt like they were written by a stranger who had watched me sleep. I started finding them in places I didn’t leave them—on note apps, scribbled in the margins of unrelated documents, even once in an email draft I don’t remember opening. I laughed it off at first. We all leave ourselves little hauntings.

But then the story started to whisper at me again.

There’s a myth among some authors. They say that first drafts aren’t meant to be good, just finished. That a first draft is a map—you don’t build the world yet, just sketch where you might go. But what happens when the map doesn’t want to be redrawn?

That happened to me with my first finished novel, a blood-slick war story set in Vietnam. The original draft was something wild and angry. There were whole sections written with trembling hands and a heart full of smoke.

When I rewrote it, I stripped it down. I made it sharper. Cleaner. More "publishable." My family praised it. An editor called it “promising.”

But the twitching never stopped.

Sometimes I dream in the voice of the original narrator—not the rewritten one. His voice was broken, accusatory. He didn’t care about neatness or tone. He just wanted to be heard.

In the new draft, I muted him. Gave him context. Structure. A spine.

He has never forgiven me.

Some nights, I go walking without meaning to. I find myself in front of the desk, the soft blue glow of the laptop like an open wound. The file of the first draft is always there, no matter how many times I delete it.

I open it. I read the first sentence. It’s wrong. It’s always wrong. It changes when I’m not looking.

And that’s when I know: I didn’t bury it deep enough.

The publishing industry loves a polished story. It craves clarity, hooks, arcs, branding. It wants your book to fit, to behave, to serve. But the wild ones—the ones that twitch and mutter and bleed—they don’t go quietly. And I think, sometimes, we’re too quick to bury them.

Not everything should be smooth. Not every story should be safe.

There was something raw and holy in that first draft. Something sacred in its mess. I can’t bring it back now—not as it was. But I can remember that it lived. And maybe that’s enough.

We buried the first draft.

It was still twitching when we put it in the ground.

And sometimes, when I’m very quiet, I swear I can still hear it digging.

[fountainpenguin]

Cherry Lemon Ship Masterpost

Added a #cherry lemon ship tag to my Dale x Hadley stuff (and similar musings regarding Dimmadome x Leadly family headcanons).

Block or browse at your preference 👈👈

City Lights AU & Cloudlands AU

🌸 Cherry Lemon Overview 🍋

Dale (Doug Dimmadome's only child) and Hadley (Ed Leadly's middle daughter) grew up attending fancy social gatherings together (both before and after Dale's disappearance). Weren't super close, but definitely knew each other.

At ages 19 and 16, their dads arranged a betrothal, extended it to each of them, and they accepted- both relieved to marry someone they knew rather than some out-of-state relative of their dads' business associates.

Dale knew Hadley's older sister (Harper) a bit better, but Harper flipped out and said no to being betrothed without love- Harper still resents Hadley for not fighting her betrothal, but Dale still considers her a friend despite the sisters' tension.

After Hadley turned 21, they were married in January 2012 (the wedding planned well in advance by their dads, of course). Hadley was halfway through her Junior year of college and Dale hard at work on his own studies.

Dev was born in spring 2014; Hadley posted a lot of mommy vlogger content in his youth before moving towards travel vlogging. These days, she's gone for long stretches of time, but returns home for most holidays (to film family vlogs).

They're not the most lovey-dovey, but a lot of their interests and personality traits overlap, and they are definitely one of the couples to ever be. Relationship highlights include:

- Hadley's hoarding OCD vs. Dale's neat and tidy OCD. - They are sickeningly cute in matching holiday pajamas. They're also young parents who don't know what they're doing. - Dale can list 100 things he likes about his wife, but he could also walk away from this relationship at the drop of a hat. oh no. - Dale takes his ring off a lot for sensory reasons and chronically fails to indicate he's married, so he keeps going on dates he thinks are business meetings. Sometimes he brings Dev, who is horrified. Half his associates think Hadley is his personal assistant. - Hadley is paranoid Dale will cheat on her, so she'll call randomly to ask if her name is still written on his chest in marker. Sometimes at 3:30 AM because she forgets to check time zones. Things are going great. - They have their ups and downs, but they'd pick each other every time. Probably. Huh... Maybe that IS love.

I enjoy them very much, actually. Shout-out to me sighing and dumping old drafts of Adult Dale being super nervous and shy off to the side because now I have no choice but to play him as a horrible man, sdflkj. Deep down, he's still the awkward, jumpy person I always planned to write him as... he's just actively awful too <3

🌸 Cherry Lemon Links 🍋

- This post where I designed and introduced Hadley and her fairy, Eryx (or more specifically, the reblog of that post with notes about her being Leadly's daughter since that had been revealed in 'fic, plus cute fanart Linzie drew)

- This New Wish liveblog, where I look back at my Along the Cherry Lane character outlines to confirm I did indeed set Dale and Hadley up back in the day. lmao...

- Along the Cherry Lane is my largely drafted but not yet posted 'fic about the human kids in their teen and adulthood years. Once it's revealed on AO3, you can find it HERE.

- More commentary as I debate whether to keep Dale and Hadley together in 'fic in light of A New Wish

- "Lost and Founder's Day" liveblog where I joke about how I think Dev interacting with his grandpa Ed Leadly would go

- This "The Battle of Big Wand" liveblog where I briefly discuss reasons why I think Dev's mom being a Leadly is funny

- Honeymoon sketches & additional commentary about what my original plans were for Dale and Hadley in Along the Cherry Lane (Pre-A New Wish airing)

- Dale with misophonia sketches

- Hoarding OCD vs. food sketch

- "50 Words of Dev and Hazel" 'fic announcement (Dale and Hadley appear as Dev's parents)

- Dimmadome-Leadly family tree

- Timeline fix sketches

- Dale meets Kevin Crocker sketches

- Dale getting wrapping paper

- Naming Dev "Development" together

- "You Deserve It" 'fic announcement (Reuniting after Dale's return aboveground)

- "50 Words of Dale and Hadley" 'fic announcement (Developing relationship)

🌸 Tags and Stuff 🍋

- #Cherry lemon ship tag

I made this masterpost because some posts don't show up in this tag (Not uncommon for ones edited to add tags), but I expect future posts will show.

- Hadley's full character profile (Sideblog)

Main Blog Tag - #Hadley and Eryx Sideblog Tag - #RD Hadley AO3 Tag - #Hadley Harrington

- Dale's full character profile (Sideblog)

Main Blog Tag: #Dale Dimmadome owner of Dimmadome Global Sideblog Tag: #RD Dale AO3 Tag - #Dale Dimmadome

[galaxyvoided]

12, 20, 23?

(ask game)

gonna go with Skuld, Dusk, Mimi and Wish for these.

12. how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?

Skuld: this guy has been around since 2022.

I never did think about when their birthday would be, but thinking about it, I will probably go with the date of their oldest art file I have which would be March 28th.

He never celebrated his birthday before as their Parents never did like to pay extra money for something like that, he used to want to celebrate them a lot, but after getting stuck in a time loop he doesn't like to think about birthdays at all anymore as it just leaves a extra bitter taste in his mouth.

Dusk: I made them last year!

His birthday is may 13th. It's different to the date I made them, which is September 24th.

They love celebrating birthdays! they always had the best time celebrating them. Tho it is hard for them to celebrate them now, as you can't tell time in a place that is in a internal sunset and with nobody around to celebrate with. They miss celebrating them a lot.

Wish: i started making them at the beginning of last year but finalized their design only months later.

I also don't now their birthday (I almost never think about my oc's birthdays) so im gonna go with the date of the finalized design which is May 5th. because I like how its 05.05

All tho in the past they only got invited to them to fulfill a wish, they still like the celebrating of birthdays! and now that they are far away from the place they are from and from the people that know of their abilities, they always have a lot more fun celebrating and planing them!

Mimi: well she is based on a older pokemon oc I have, but she is different enough that I would say that she was only made last year, around the same time as Wish but her design was finalized later then Wish's.

I also have no idea when her birthday is. but looking at the dates of the first colored sketch i have of her and her first full ref I could either go with October 10th or November 11th. its kinda funny how they similar to Wish with them being 10.10 and 11.11 (extremely unintentional btw, i only just now looked at the date for all of those files)

She used to always feel lonely celebrating them because no one ever showed up to her birthdays, and her parents usually were only there to cut the cake before leaving her alone for the rest of the day as they don't like dealing with her "annoying" personality and habits.

But after after meeting Wish her image of birthdays has been put on its head as Wish would do a lot of thinking and planning to make her birthday extra special! Like Wish would do a lot of decorating, would try to make the biggest cake they could and get the best present they could think of. And this makes her extremely emotional as she genuinely didn't think she deserve all of that and yet here she is getting all of this.

20. if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

Skuld is the only one of the 4 who knows how to drive but doesn't have his own vehicle. they usually steals vehicles for one time uses, so he usually doesn't keep them neat and tidy at all.

23. how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

Skuld: funnily enough in my head their voice is similar to sa2 shadow but with a little bit more of a higher pitch. He can sing a few rock song but doesn't like to do so in front of others.

Dusk: I don't have a specific voice for them, but his voice is a bit on the higher end with some roughness and scratchiness to it from not talking much, he is not good at singing but they like to hum songs and mumble the lyrics sometimes.

Wish: their voice actually just sounds like a echoey Kalimba, so they cant really sing songs, but they are really good at humming the melody!

Mimi: she is someone who can perfectly mimik peoples voices and their faces on her mask, but weirdly enough her actual voice sounds like a young girls voice, that has been played from a recording that then was recorded on a phone. But to be fair you can't really copy a copy with out something going wrong.

also she can't sing at all.

[oathbreakerapologist]

One Half Year of Oathbreaker Apologist

It's been almost exactly six months since I started drawing regularly for the first time in years and subsequently turned this blog into an art blog, and it felt like a good opportunity to do a little retrospective!

Warning that this post got ridiculously long lmao.

Several years ago, I left the art school I'd spent pretty much all of high school dreaming of attending, and I went off to get a very different degree and pursue a STEM career (of my own free will, lmao). I'm starting this post with that bit of information in order to say that for most of my life, I fully planned on being an artist professionally, and I was well on my way to doing so; I did sculpture, installation, and performance as well as (traditional) drawing and painting, and I'd shown work in galleries and a museum. Then, for a variety of reasons, I left the art world, and I mostly stopped making art. Towards the end of my short time in art school, I'd picked up digital art, and I picked it up occasionally throughout the post-art-school period, mostly to make the odd portrait of a DND character approximately twice a year. But I was busy, and I felt like I just didn't have much to say through art anymore.

A kind of funny series of events happened in late December/early January of 2024. One was that I finally started playing BG3. The other was that I encountered the art of @/meanbossart and @/barbatusart for the first time. I could say a lot more about what the body of work produced by those two has done for me as an artist, but all I'm going to say for now is that their work taught me to love digital art again. So, in approximately early January, I picked up my iPad, and I drew something, and I drew something, and I drew something, and I drew something, and... I just kept drawing. For the first time in a long time, all I wanted to do was draw. My life began to revolve around it. When I was working or out and about or otherwise busy, there was a little clock ticking in the back of my mind, counting down the hours or minutes until I could go back to drawing.

All I want is to make images I like, and have fun while making them. If I've done both of those two things, I've succeeded. Over the past six months, I've succeeded a lot.

All that being said, I wanted to do a bit of a look-back at some of the things I've drawn over the past six months!

January/February

My first-ever pass at drawing Ghost, an approximately 30-minute sketch-paint, is top left. I've changed his features quite a bit since then, but it's fun to know that the downturned eyes and high nose bridge were rock-solid locked-in since day one. You can also see the vague shape that eventually evolved into his weird little U-shaped forehead wrinkle. After that I moved into my "tidy hatching and geometric forms" era, which was interesting and which helped me improved my line confidence and pen control quite a bit, but which was ridiculously tedious to do lmao.

March

I tried doing a comic for the first time (top left), and while the final product is hit-or-miss to me now, I learned a lot from it, and I produced one of my favorite Ghost faces I've ever done (top left image, top right panel). I also drifted away from the super neat, tidy, geometric style. Around this time was when I really locked in on the way I wanted to do most of Ghost's features—his triangle eyebrows showed up for the first time here and have stayed ever since—and I played a bit with his body type (which still looks different every time I draw him lmao). Then I did another comic (bottom right image), which I like the look of quite a lot more.

April

I rediscovered white on black, something I did quite a bit of when I was doing traditional art. It produces a look I find really evocative, like good black-and-white film photography. I also drew a different guy. Allegedly I do that sometimes.

May

I don't know how I did this, and I couldn't do it again if I tried. What the hell.

January through March was pretty sparse on strong highlights. I started to become less afraid of them around this time. I also started to pin down Ghost's sense of personal style (for the rare occasions when he's not naked).

June/First Few Days of July

I'm in my Ghost Backstory Era and loving it. Every day I'm conniving about new ways to engineer Orin/Durge relationship agony. Genuinely, though, in the past couple months I've attempted and then finished several pieces that made me think, "Holy shit, I drew that," which is insanely exciting. Also, I'm starting to feel like I've finally started to land in a satisfying place with respect to the ongoing battle between my two favorite ways to depict anatomy, using either a lot of blocky, geometry forms or a lot of slinky curvy shapes.

I don't really have much of a conclusion to this, other than to say how much I appreciate the handful of people that leave fun comments/tags on my work—y'all's comments mean so much to me, your enthusiasm about my art makes me insanely stoked, thanks for all the love for my guy!

If any of y'all made it all the way through this long-ass post, thanks for reading :)

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

🥰🥰🥰 obviously for Curtis and Honey

Maple, Cobweb, and Moonlit

Maple: A hobby/skill you want to learn and never did?

"If I had to pick a skill I wanted to start right now it is probably painting. I used to sketch a lot in high school but I never got beyond that and well maybe it's time to try. Add it to my list of projects I already got lined up." Curtis shrugs with a soft laugh. "Maybe one day I will get around to it."

"Do you still have your sketches? I wanna see them." You nudge at him excitedly. "Hmmm, I wanna learn how to play a piano. I feel like it would be pretty badass of me to be able to play music while my drama club is putting on their newest play instead of having to just cue up some music. Plus it's got a sort of whimsical fancy to be able to sit at a piano and just play something so beautiful to enjoy."

"I do, in the attic I'm sure. And I will put a piano in the livingroom tomorrow for you to practice on Honey."

"Um, lets start with a keyboard first Curtis."

Cobweb: Do you miss highschool?

"Well, what a loaded question." You laugh. "I obviously love learning, I am a teacher. But as the awkward fatter kid." You wince when Curtis rumbles next to you. "It wasn't always fun. But I survived, I did have some pretty cool friends then. Would I go back? Probably not."

"Nah, I did it, got through it, I don't know if I could deal with that again. I had some shit going on with me during my high school years that I didn't know how to handle very well. My grandparents tried to help where they could, ended up landing me into a after school job at the train yard. I'm glad to be done with that period."

Moonlit: Are you a neat or messy person?

You laugh a bit. "Oh I'm what I like to call organized chaos sometimes. Like I like things in a certain place and put away. But when I get started on a project, I can get messy, because I like to spread it all out. But when I'm finished it all gets put away. Then I do tend to leave books around and my school bag has all sorts of randomness stuffed into. Never know what I'm gonna need."

"I don't mind it. It's nice to have your things around the house, makes it feel like home." Curtis presses a kiss to your shoulder affectionately. "I like things clean, I work in such a dirty environment that I like my home to be tidy. It's not spotless, like my garage is a bit of a mess, that closet in the kitchen could be organized and lets not even discuss the upstiars bedrooms I don't use, but typically I like my things put away where I know where to find them. Like I said before, I don't mind Honey's stuff around, it makes this house feel lived in. But if I see a sink full of dishes or piles of clothes on the floor, I will deal with that before it piles up more."

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Three

Jasper Hale x Reader

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: None

Notes: So sorry last weekend’s chapter was late this week, I’m back to my regularly scheduled posting! I’m so excited so many of you like this series so far!!

Word Count: 1131

Series Masterlist

• January 25, 2005 • Forks High School •

Reader

My second day at Forks high school started much smoother than the first. It was pretty much uneventful until I decided to eat lunch alone outside on the picnic tables in the quad. It was an overcast day much like all the others and maybe a little chilly, but still decent enough since it wasn’t currently raining. It made for the perfect condition being that no one else really wanted to eat outside.

That is, until I spotted none other than Jasper Hale headed in my direction.

“Mind if I join you?” He asks, pointing to the opposite end of the table I’m currently occupying.

“Not at all.” I respond, idly tidying my area self consciously.

“Sorry, sometimes it’s a little overwhelming inside and I come out here to get away.” He says by way of explanation, laying down the sketch pad he carried with him along with a few pencils and a smudge stick. “Mostly I just come out here to draw uninterrupted.” He sits and flips to an empty page, tilting it a little away from my view.

“I get it, large crowds aren’t my thing either. Plus in the two days I’ve known Emmett I can already tell that he probably creates a hostile drawing environment.” I finish with a light chuckle, turning my attention toward the unfinished apple in my hand.

“You draw too?” He asks, eyebrows lifting as he begins a rough sketch on the blank paper.

“Oh heck no, I don’t have any artistic abilities like that, as much as I wish I did.” I frown, taking a bite of my apple.

“I didn’t think I had it in me either, but I took some classes, watched some videos online, and doodled around a lot. Finally got the hang of it although I still don’t really think I’m that good.” He trails off, concentrating on his pencil strokes. “It helps with the stress though, especially when there’s a lot going on.”

“That is… actually kind of neat. Having an outlet that’s also inspiring, creating art and it centering you in the process.” I muse out loud, watching a face beginning to take shape on his paper.

I’m about to ask who he’s drawing when the bell signaling the end of lunch rings out in the empty air surrounding us. I gather my trash and stand while he tucks his supplies away.

“Thanks for keeping me company today.” I tell him as I gaze into his beautifully golden eyes, not quite ready to part ways with him.

“Thanks for allowing me to disturb your peace and quiet.” And as if reading my mind, “Mind if I walk you to your next class?”

“Oh um, sure.” Trying not to seem too excited by the proposition of spending more time in this gorgeous boy’s presence. I tuck some loose strands of hair behind my ear and walk towards him.

“Lead the way, darlin’.” He announces, sweeping his arm in the direction of the main school building, a smirk on his lips.

I laugh and shake my head at his antics, a blush creeping up my cheeks as I walk past him in the direction of my economics class.

Ditching my trash in the trash can as we leave the quad, I miss the way he grins at the accomplishment of making me giggle. I also fail to notice the astounded looks of his adopted siblings as we pass them unaware of their presence through the windows of the cafeteria. Faces reflecting their shocked thoughts at seeing their brother openly flirting with a female compared to his normal stoic facade.

“How did you do it?” Emmett asks, leaning against the locker next to mine.

“Could you be a little more specific?” I ask, a little confused by his blunt question.

“You’ve been here less than a week and my brother is wrapped around your little finger.” He says, holding up his pinky to wiggle in my face.

I laugh and shut my locker, “Emmett, I’ve had all of like two interactions with Jasper, you’re looking into this a little too much.”

“He usually keeps to himself, this isn't the normal Jasper we’re talking about.” He falls into step slightly behind me on my way to the last class of the day, his large build not moving through the throng of students as quickly as I am.

I turn to look at my new friend, “I literally have no clue, it’s probably nothing Em!” My heart picking up speed at just the thought of Jasper. Is he actually interested in me? Is that what Emmett is getting at?

There’s no way, beautiful people like him don’t go for people like me.

I turn and leave Emmett behind in the hallway as students finish rushing through the halls, the tardy bell ringing.

American History, the class I share with Jasper Hale and it also happens to be the last class of the day. Unfortunately though, his assigned seat is on the other side of the room. At least it’s more forward than mine, leaving me to observe him for most of the class period without him seeing.

History is also my worst subject; whether it’s world or US history, I hate it all the same. So many mistakes and atrocities, I wish I could let it flow in one ear and out the other without having to remember it for tests.

Today though, I get the sense our teacher has had a difficult day since he’s decided to let us work together freely. Seeing as I don’t really know anyone yet, I’m forced to work alone.

As if he could feel my discomfort and irritation with the assignment, Jasper Hale appears at the edge of my peripheral vision, claiming the abandoned desk next to mine and turning a few heads of our classmates.

“You’re thinking so loud I could practically hear it from across the room.” He mutters lowly without looking up from his worksheet.

“I’m thinking too loud?” I respond defensively as I cut him a look that would normally skin boys alive.

“Would you like some help or not, doll?” He asks, a grin sliding across his lips as his eyes meet mine in challenge.

“I-uh, I hate history.” I manage to blurt out, a little flustered that he so easily bypassed my frustrated facade without a blink.

“I do want that explanation eventually, but we have work to finish and only,” He breaks eye contact to glance at the clock above the board, “thirty seven minutes left before you’re on your own.”

“Alright Hale, what did you get for number four?” I deflate and accept his offer to save me from the misery of suffering through this stupid assignment alone.

Next

[runawaymun]

Frodo/Sam for the shipping meme?

Baby boys!!

SHIPPING MEME - send me a (romantic or platonic) ship and I’ll tell you who:

falls asleep on the couch

100% Sam. He always tires himself out in the garden and then crashes later. Frodo never moves him because he doesn't like to wake him up when he's this tired! He just tucks him in and makes sure his neck isn't at a weird angle.

makes friends with the neighbors

Sam! Frodo is, um, very odd. So people love him but sometimes he has a hard time connecting very well. He's very generous and hosts nice parties, though (just like Bilbo taught him)! But Sam is the person who's giving helpful gardening tips and always bringing over something he grew in his garden like "oh hey my plum tree just went buck wild this year please help me get rid of these, I made jam!"

is the adventurous eater

Frodo. He tries to get Sam to try things and like, Sam has a cultured palate when it comes to his comfort-zone in cuisine but if he has to try 'foreign food' he really struggles. He always comes around though!

hogs the covers at night

Frodo lmao. Sam lets him.

forgets to do the dishes

Frodo! My boy is a hot gay mess. Sam is very neat and tidy and actually kind of likes chores though. Frodo does his best to try to remember not to put too much responsibility on Sam because Sam would never complain, but he can be forgetful sometimes.

tries to surprise their partner more often

Frodo! Mostly because Sam never expects anything. So gifts, affection, etc. always come as pleasant surprises :)

leaves dirty laundry on the floor

Sam does if he's tired and coming in from the garden. See 'hot gay mess' for Frodo above. He does his best not to be messy and keep a neat house but sometimes it really does get away from him.

stays up til 2 AM reading

Frodo! And writing, of course.

sings in the shower

Sam :) and he has a lovely voice. He's always composing new rhymes but he can be shy about it so he likes to compose in the shower first.

takes the selfies

Frodo lmao. In a universe where cameras are a thing, Sam would be camera shy. Frodo does like to sketch him a lot, though, much to Sam's embarrassment.

plans date night

What usually ends up happening is that they both love doting on each other and picking fun things, so they end up with completely conflicting plans for date night and then laugh about it and mash their two ideas together until it resembles something that makes them both very happy :)

[sunfl0wer-h0ur]

headcanons for you ♡♡

Finn 💚

listens to dodie and liana flores probably

enjoys old classic fairy tales!! has those really thick books full of brothers grimm stories

you'll occasionally find him outside sketching the landscape or pretty scenes in the garden

sleeps relatively early and insists you do the same (on working days at least)

tears up at least a little bit when he feels any powerful emotion

owns some sort of forest animal or amphibian as a pet!! maybe a hedgehog or turtle?

loves ghibli movies!! favors totoro but enjoys all of them

pleasepleaseplease kiss his face. literally anywhere there he'll die (affectionate)

PLAY WITH HIS HAIR HE'LL LOSE HIS MIND

Seth 🤎

stargazes regularly; just sitting on the roof and looking at the stars with you is one of his favorite things

let him be your little spoon!! he loves holding you but wants to feel protected too ♡♡

catches fireflies in jars just to look at them for a bit (there are holes poked in the top and he lets them go don't worry)

has really bad handwriting. like genuinely illegible; it's just how he is

dry hands; you have to FORCE lotion onto this mf

kinda clumsy tbh

"no, sugar, it's fine i got it- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aa-ZIXJdDW4"

(ohhh i love bullying all of them sometimes i'm sorry 😭😭)

Alphonse 💖

chews gum/eats mints and wears lip balm CONSTANTLY just for you

wears socks to sleep because he's insane (it's not that bad i'm being dramatic so i can make fun of him)

smells like snow fairy from lush (i'm pretty sure yuuri said this himself? just repeating it cause i like the idea lol)

sends a lot of reaction images over text

owns many little trinkets that clutter his room (keychains, good luck charms, etc.)

self-care nights!! bubble baths, face masks, movie marathons- you name it he'll probably have it

REALLY skilled with makeup and will do yours if you'd like!!!

the occasional slow dance in the kitchen if he's feeling particularly sweet <3

Auron 🖤

smells like an expensive, subtle cologne; either that or he just smells like nothing

ik i said he's probably (physically) cold in my last set of headcanons but other times i look at him and it's like if room temperature was a scent

fancy nights out on the town!!  linking arms and admiring the views down the city streets whuajwakfsdfakd (i love him)

doesn't get drunk too easily but gets really philosophical and talks your ear off when he does (dramatic mf)

eventually goes silent for a bit and falls asleep; gets a nasty headache when morning comes! please take care of him

NEVER takes his glasses off unless he's going to sleep; genuinely he can't see anything without them

if you show him something on your phone he'll do the mom thing where he squints and brings it closer to his eyes

Faust 💙

eats a lot of junk food probably (cute packaging is very enticing)

has a good eye for interior design! i just know his room is the most coordinated thing ever (in terms of theme)

coordinated does NOT equal neat. he'll only tidy his house if you tell him to and promise to help

owns a lot of jewelry; checks what kind of gold or silver suits you more and will buy you whatever you like <3

very fluffy hair!! he puts a lot of effort into caring for it and appreciates when you notice

blushes noticeably and goes into denial if you bring it up (bonus points if you kiss him or call him cute when his face flushes; he'll go insane)

Charlie 💛

i CANNOT say this enough he's such a loser and i love him for it

takes pictures of animals he sees in the streets and sends them to you (dogs on walks, squirrels, birds, etc.)

also very clumsy, but he does his best not to be! (ends up failing half the time but it's the effort that counts)

a bad cook so he just orders takeout for your home dates (appreciates it if you wanna teach him! or if you both don't know how you can learn together; it's a mess but it's fun)

sunburns pretty easily. get my boy his spf❗️❗️

started cleaning himself up all nice and putting more effort into looking neat after he met you, before you even started dating

side note: he reminds me of this

hope you like these!! my dms are open if you wanna talk more ♡

Omg I fucking love these <33

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Wildcard (Steve) Chapter Two

Hello everyone! I hope you enjoy this adaptation of Wildcard for all my Steve readers. Please let me know if you enjoy it!

Summary: Steve Rodgers found you on the side of the road after a mission involving Hydra and convinced the Avengers to take you in. You have no name, no memories, and no idea of what you are capable of. All you know is that you are a super soldier with more hidden abilities than you care to admit. The first step to finding answers was to train you. Nobody, including you, knows what is up your sleeve. 

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson

Warnings: Mentions of blood/violence, Scars, Bed sharing

Words: 1.5k

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The elevator ride was silent on the way back to your floor. You were just so angry with yourself, you had no stamina when it came to your powers, even after training all day with Natasha and Tony. God forbid you joined in on missions, you would be killed on sight. You sighed loudly, your head was pounding. You checked your watch and realized it was past dinner time, fantastic. You couldn't wait to skip eating and go straight to bed. The elevator reached it destination and the doors slide open to reveal the floor you lived on to be completely dark and empty. You heard shuffling down the hallways and you had the urge to call out to Steve or Bucky. You remained silent and started to quietly make your way down the hallway. You heard shuffling and then felt a presence behind you. Before you knew what was happening, you had spun around to a looming figure over you and saw a glint of light in one of their hands. Knife.

 It all happened so fast you barely registered that your body swung into action. You grabbed the assailant's arm and twisted the knife out of their hand before jumping up and wrapping your thighs around their neck. The man struggled clutching at your thighs, he slammed his back against the wall in an attempt to break your grip. Your head was pounding and you could hear your own heartbeat in your ears. You used all the momentum you had to swing your body downwards with the man wrapped in between your legs to slam him into the ground. The assailant was unphased and finally managed to rip you off of his back and neck. You fell to the ground but scrambled to get up as quickly as possible. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to see the outline of the man as he stalked around you. You turned and sprinted down the hallway into the living area and kitchen and heard the man follow close behind. You ran full speed at one of the support beams and kicked off of it to throw yourself at him. The man grabbed your throat out of mid air and threw you to the ground, knocking the air from your lungs. You were being held by your throat against the cold tile, you struggled with the man as he brought the knife to your throat. Clawing at his hand to try and release yourself, your vision started to fade to black. You haven't registered the elevator ding in the distance, or the heavy footsteps of someone running to you. The man above you disappeared as he was thrown off of you, you rolled over onto your side and sucked in a deep breath of fiery air. Your eyes had disappeared into flames that lit up the scene in front of you. Steve skillfully dodged every one of the assailants' advances on him, he drew back his arm and punched the man so hard he slammed into the wall behind him. You pushed yourself up off of the kitchen floor and walked to stand over the unconscious man. The generator kicked back on, making the lights flicker back to life. You let your eyes extinguish as you looked up at Steve, meeting his angry eyes that dissolved into concern as he took in your bruised figure. You sighed loudly and braced your hands against the island in the middle of the kitchen, you looked down over your appearance. Your old sweatshirt was torn down the right side exposing your burn scars from when you were captured. You heard more footsteps from down the hallway and you turned to meet Tony, Natasha, and Bucky, all three of them ran in ready to fight. 

Bucky looked down at the man on the ground and then back at you, “What the hell happened here?” 

You huffed out a laugh and threw your hands up, “Someone tried to murder me, you know casual life of an Avenger.” You walked over to the man on the floor and checked the pockets of his clothes, pulling out an identification card to a russian facility, HYDRA. You sucked in a breath and turned the card to show Steve, his eyes widened as you threw the card towards Bucky. You sighed and walked past them, “I’m going to bed.” You ignored the faint replies of your teammates as you walked towards your own bedroom. The door slid open and you took one step into your room before freezing. Your eyes scanned over your room, once neat and tidy, now looked as if a bomb had gone off. Your clothes scattered across the bed and floor, the sheets were ripped off of the mattress, files were scattered across your desk and floor. You backed out of the room silently and made your way down the hallway, and walked into the next bedroom. You entered the room, the smell of leather welcoming you. You opened the chest of drawers and pulled out an old grey tee shirt. You ripped the torn sweatshirt over your head and threw it to the side. You threw your sports bra aside and pulled the tee shirt over your head. You stepped out of the leggings and placed them in the hamper. You sat down in front of the desk, tracing the various marks of charcoal and paint. You reached out for the sketchbook, admiring the sketches of the city's skyline. You turned the page and stopped, your fingers grazing across the picture before you. It was a rough sketch of you sitting against the window in the living area, looking out into the street. You closed the book and sat back in the chair, tracing the initials S.R. on the front of the book. You stood from the chair and walked over to the large bed, burying yourself in the heavy comforter. You remained silent as you heard the door slide open and footsteps approach the bed. Steve peered over the mountain of blankets you were in and smiled slightly at you. 

“Hey, kid. How are you feeling?” He pulled the blankets back to reveal your body as he started scanning you for injuries. His eyes fell on the deep purple bruise around your neck that was slowly fading as your body healed itself. You were sure your shoulder blades were bruised from being thrown against the wall and floor, but you ignored the discomfort. You grabbed for the covers remaining silent as you pulled them back up. Steve ran one hand through his blonde hair before continuing, “The man who broke in was a Hydra operative, he is in our custody and will be interrogated tomorrow. My guess is he was sent to find you or Buck, by the looks of your room, I think it's you.” You watched him pace as he spoke, you could tell he was nervous.

You never had to ask Steve to stay in his room anymore. Sometimes you would just come in, without saying a word and he knew you needed him. You hated to admit you were attached to Steve, he was the reason you haven't spun out of control. You watched Steve quietly as he undressed, getting ready for bed. You turned on your side towards the side of the bed Steve slept on. He circled the bed, “Friday, lights off please.” 

“Goodnight, Captain.” The voice replied

The lights flicked off and Steve slid into bed, facing you. “Talk to me, I can’t read your mind in the dark.” The comment made you give out a sharp exhale that functioned as a laugh, Steve always seemed to know what you were thinking when he looked into your eyes. You had some sort of unspoken way of communication between the both of you. 

You looked at Steve in the dark, “What if they are trying to take me back?” You voiced your fears out loud to the soldier, nothing really scared you anymore except the thought of being taken back to that god forsaken place. 

Steve watched your outline in the dark, looking for the right words to say. He wanted to help you, tell you he would never let another soul lay another finger on you but he couldn't promise that. He reached out and pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “I will do everything in my power to protect you.” You nodded at him silently and turned onto your back, “Please try and get some sleep, kid.” 

You felt Steve shit over to you, he had flipped over on his stomach and moved close enough to where your sides were touching. He did this always for you, so you would feel grounded. You closed your eyes and tried to time your breathing with the soldier, counting each one. 

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Daminette December day 11- Snowglobe and 12- Soulmate au

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Okk sooo like I said I wanted to make a separate lil one shot for this one because I have a nice lil idea in mind and my medieval au does not work with the snow globe and soulmate thing so I decided fuck it.

Also Tim isn’t it the series yet so I decided to do some brotherly shenanigans that included him.

This one shot actually worked out really well like I love it.

I get to be slightly more… hmm what’s the word?... stupid?

It’s the writing on skin, appears on soulmate's skin, soulmate au btw.

Honestly I love this, it did not go as expected lmao.

Anyway I hope u guys enjoy this!

Previous- Princes and Pedestals Chapter 10

Next- Princes and Pedestals Chapter 11

The Permanent Marker

The first time Damian saw a snow globe it had been during a fight with Tim, who'd decided to throw him with it.

It was safe to say that the item that was thrown ended their fight. The side made of ceramic hit his arm. Unfortunately (or fortunately) it landed on the floor, the glass shattered. The tiny fake snowflakes scattered all over the place.

Before then he had only heard of one thing that, in his mind, worked similarly…

“Drake, I will skin you alive!” he said jumping on his brother, Jason pulled him off and held him back, “Todd! Release me at once! The imbecile just attacked me with a glitter bomb!”

The entire manor went silent for a few seconds before they all burst out laughing.

To this day, he was still being teased about it. Even though the incident had happened years ago.

It resulted in him having quite the distaste for snow globes.

So imagine his annoyance when he woke up four days before the anniversary of The Incident with a picture of a snow globe on his hand.

As if that didn’t make the message clear enough, there was a snow globe and a glitter bomb on his bedside table, each labelled mockingly.

He growled and turned his gaze back to his hand.

He had no idea how his brothers had managed to draw it on him without waking him up but he was absolutely livid.

His soulmate must be incredibly confused as to why there was a crudely drawn snow globe on her hand.

He got up and stomped to the bathroom, washing it off. He got ready and walked angrily to the dining room.

He found them all there and when they saw his sour expression they burst out laughing.

He glared at them all through breakfast, his temper far shorter than usual.

He just hoped his soulmate wouldn’t ask about the snow globe or better still, that she hadn’t seen it.

Every morning for the next two days, he woke up with an ugly little snow globe on his hand. And each morning he would wash it off.

He was bordering on the edge of murderous.

Meanwhile in Paris, Marinette was in a similar state.

You see, for three days she had been trying to remember the damn stupid snow globe Alya had forgotten at her house over the weekend.

She’d drawn a nice little snow globe on her hand to remind herself. But apparently her soulmate was hell bent on not letting her return the damned snow globe.

Each time she drew the little picture, he would wash it off it sometime before she got home.

Because of course he would.

She knew he was a tidy person and he’d established that he had no wish to meet her back when they were small, but usually he at least didn’t wash off her drawings.

She huffed in annoyance as she rode the train back home.

It would’ve been easier to return the snow globe to Alya when they were still in Collegé Francious Du Point, where she lived only a street away. But nooooo, their lycee was far enough away that she had to take the train there and back. Just having Alya pick it up wasn’t as easy as it used to be.

She took out a pen and redrew her snow globe. He had already washed off the one she made earlier that day.

When she got home she realized that he had also washed off the one she made on the train. She huffed in annoyance and groaned.

Why was everything against her?

She eyed her drawer.

Maybe…

No, that wasn’t fair, she didn’t know why he erased the snow globe each time. There could be a very good reason.

Her pettier side didn’t care though. She was sick of him. He’d hurt her so much when they were kids, refusing to even try to get to know her. Not replying to any of her writing or doodles.

Eventually she stopped writing but doodles found still their way onto her skin. And they arrived at a silent truce of sorts, he would let her draw, and she wouldn’t expect anything.

Until now apparently.

Why couldn’t he just give her – give them - a chance?

Why couldn’t they just be normal? Why did he have to be such an ass? Why couldn’t they just write to one another?

She was reminded of the only time he'd written more than a few words to her.

The day she’d accidentally used the wrong kind of pen. The kind that had ink that didn’t wash off properly until after three days.

A permanent marker.

She didn’t known it was a permanent marker, and it wasn’t like she’d drawn anything too big with it. Just a medium sized heart on her wrist.

She was eight, she didn’t think it would be a problem.

Well apparently it was, because that day he let her have it. That day he made it clear that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her.

But to hell with that.

If he wanted to break their truce, the weird set of rules they had somehow established…

Then so would she.

She stood and opened the drawer, she took out the permanent marker she hadn’t touched in years and removed the lid.

She smiled as she drew her snow globe again.

This time she would remember the snow globe.

And she did, the next morning she saw her snow globe still on her hand, slightly smudged, but there. She smiled victoriously.

She returned Alya's snow globe and spent the rest of the day on cloud nine. Maybe it wasn’t the nicest of things to do, but it wasn’t like he took her into consideration. She figured this, at most, made them even.

What caught her off guard however, was the neat writing in black ink that appeared on her wrist later that night

The words ‘I’m sorry’ were etched onto her skin in handwriting that she recognized as his.

You see Damian hadn’t noticed the sketch when he got home. Hadn’t noticed it when he’d put on his gloves for patrol or when he’d gone to bed.

He never saw it until morning.

He lost it when he realized his brothers had written on him with a permanent marker.

The one think he’d basically forbade her from doing all those years ago and they did it.

They crossed a line. And Damian made that perfectly clear.

By attacking them and beating them up until they apologized.

He still felt it was necessary to apologize to her.

For the permanent ink. But also for all the years of silence, for all the years of ignoring her.

He settled on a small ‘I’m sorry’ on his wrist and hoped for the best.

That tiny apology, though, opened up a line of communication between the two.

They started talking regularly, growing closer and closer through their words. Eventually they met and started dating.

They helped one another, through trauma and superheroing and liars and villains, they were there.

They became a dynamic duo, he helped her run her label while she did commissions and designed her days away.

They were happy, one of the success stories. And while they hung up the capes and cowls, they were always available for emergencies.

They would tell their children and their grandchildren the story of the snow globe. Dick, Jason and Tim often liked to take credit. Earning a disgusted ‘Tt' from Damian and a laugh from Marinette.

The moral of the story, Marinette always liked to say, was that sometimes even the smallest, insignificant thing could make the biggest, life altering difference.

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Psycha is one of my favorite characters of yours, so I'd love to learn more about him!

I would definitely love to talk a little bit more about him, since he is one of my favorite characters/S/Is I've created as well, so I've decided to make a fact post for him similar to the headcanon post I made for Clairen!

- As revealed in this post, Psycha is a known writer, and finds that he excels in English class because of it. He likes to write short novellas and on occasion screenplays. Psycha also likes to draw, though he considers himself being 'decent' at it. This is an understatement, however, as he tends to put a lot of attention to detail into even the smallest of sketches. When going class to class at Aether High, he carries around a notebook which contains a vast selection of drabbles and doodles, though he will usually keep his works to himself due to his sheepishness. - Psycha, while still a novice, also knows how to play the acoustic guitar, and has one of his very own on a stand in his room. He finds that sitting down and strumming away vacantly makes for an excellent form of anxiety relief. Just like his skills in drawing and writing, he is self-taught in the art of guitar playing, and merely considers himself a 'causal player'. Word has it that he is attempting to write a small song for someone special... - Psycha wouldn't be a true S/I if he didn't have an interest in video games; which he absolutely does. He is a console collector and perhaps Aether High's biggest arcade cabinet geek. While he doesn't usually speak of it, Psycha is amid the world's greatest at a 1982 arcade title called 'Cosmic Crusade'; his personal best score is 473,800, set back at a local arcade in his previous hometown. If you see an arcade cabinet with a high score belonging to 'PSY', you know Psycha has been there. - One thing that Psycha is known for is his attention to detail. Everything from his locker at Aether High to his class materials to his own bedroom is neat and orderly down to the most minute of details. Being locker neighbors with Forsburn (Who, as another stark contrast to Psycha, has a ridiculously messy locker) is admittedly a chore for him, and he will often try and tidy up the hyena's locker (Which doesn't even stay locked) any chance he gets as it bothers him that much. - Psycha, in addition to having social anxiety, will sometimes struggle with self-esteem. This is perhaps one of the biggest reasons why he considers his friends at Aether High as family, because they help him see that he has qualities to be proud of on the days that he can't. He will be very reclusive about these bouts of self-doubt, but is perfectly content with opening up to someone he can trust. - Psycha adores physical interaction of any kind, be it hugs, hand-holding or even something as straightforward as a high-five. With this in mind, it should come as no surprise that Psycha is a hugger— and given how soft he is (Both physically and literally), it's quite hard to refuse a hug from him.

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Saturday 28 April 1838: SH:7/ML/E/21/0085

7 ¾

2 40

fine but dull morning F42° at 9 and breakfast in about ¾ hour and then had William Mallinson and paid him for spouts at Little marsh, and had Mr. Bollard a civil young man (Ironmonger) about his bill from last midsummer to xmas – told him to make it out again in 3 – for Northgate Shibden hall and Little marsh – all this took me till 10 5 – then off with A- to Landymere – she rode and I walked by her side as far as the Lodge, she then road forwards and I stood a few minutes with Mr. Gray and Robert Mann who had proposed making the 3 large oblong sandstones do the draw-wall – Mr. Gray sketched and Roberts’ idea, and we were all satisfied – ordered to be done – at Landymere by the old Northowram road in ½ hour – found A- and SW. and Mr. Bentley – SW set out 1200 yards 30 yards along the hollow at 27ft. from the fence x 40 up the hill (including the present quarry hole) at 4ft. from the fence

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between the Sutherlands’ and Mesdames Lancashire and Brook – Bentley to come on Monday at 4pm to sign the rough draft of the agreement – terms explained to him and SW. 1200 yards as above named at 8d. per ft. of good stone – 8ft. thick? or 9ft. at present? – but no matter if thicker or thinner paid for at 9d. – the whole to be paid for in 3 years by equal ½ yearly payments – or rather 400 yards per annum to be paid for – and 4 years allowed to get it in – Road to the new road to be £5 per annum whether in one place or other – SW. to come on Tuesday and the site of the road to be settled – SW. did not think the little hole Joseph Mann is sinking, too high up in the field – 8 yards deep at present and only got down to the Crooked stone – the same beds (there will be 2) as Mrs. Aspinalls’ and Mr. Listers’ – not Bentley’s bed – A- then rode off to Holcans wood, and I walked by Wester croft and David Booths’ and Hipperholme to Hove edge to Messrs. Naylor Heap and Goodyears’ Day-quarry – mined underground like coal coming out to the Day – Mr. Luke Goodyear there ready to receive me – very civil went with me into the 3 places the 7 men (4 + 2 + 1) were working in a tram-road made of a plank deal cut into 6 and an iron edge laid on it, that the fall of a stone might not break the iron – an ass in the tram road and where one of the mines met it at a right angles an ingenious sort of platform moving on a pivot that would turn the load round into the tram road without trouble – this quarry in working 7 or 8 years – some good stone, but had not paid yet – In Mr. Macaulay’s land – Aspinall had it before at 2/6 per yard – gave it up – 8 yards of baring – the present firm took the whole field allowance being made for a ruttle (12? or 15? yards wide) – bed of stone from 2 to 6ft. thick – now about 6ft. – would not pay if not worked in this way – costs £20 a year in timber to support the roof – noticed a curious sort of white arbores cent moult-like moss or mould ramifying in places on the dark raggy or hard scaly roof – would be better for underground working if more baring – the bed of stone here is 4 yards I think he said above my bed in yew trees wood quarry – he walked with me across the Hove edge road into McAulays’ wood looking down up Southolme and at the style at the bottom of the steep past of the footpath shewed me my own bed at the bottom of a quarry hole there (close on the left going down) and his bed at the top of this hole – some talk about Mr. Richard Pollards’ stone – he had offered it to Messrs. Naylor and c° - they ought to have 500 yards at 1/. per yard, and then 2/. per yard as much as it was worth – thought of baring might be taken to A-‘s Hipperholme Lane ends quarry – would look again – I said I knew other people were thinking of the stone – mentioned my plan of laying a baring so as to make a road from A-‘s quarry mentioned also its being said in Hardcastles’ presence and mine that a road thro’ the wood would be worth more than £5 a year – (alluding in my own mind to SW’s valuation on pay Hardcastle for the damages done to his field in walling) – I had been perhaps ½ hour or nearly at the quarry – gave the 1st 4 men 2/. as a footing and the 2nd pair 1/. and of the last took no notice – arrived at the quarry about one or a little after and it was about 2 when I parted with Mr. Goodyear in Mr. Macaulays’ wood just above Mr. Sowdens’ when I saw my way clearly before me – then to Southolme – found Abraham Hemingway in his barn – went with him to see the piece (close up to Mr. Thomsons’ land) of ground proposed being given by Mr. Naylor for the bit to be taken at the bottom of his wood and top of my field to [found] his bur wall upon – Abraham thought 2 yards x 30 would be wanted – Mr. Naylor soon came to us – a very civil well mannered neat tidy looking middle aged man who was so civil and apparently anxious to do what was right and liberal that we agreed at once – but Abraham set a corner = 15x15 yards = 225 yards – the ground to be given very much more valuable certainly than that to be taken – Mr. N- agreed to give 60 yards of his against 60 yards of mine – if more wanted, I agreed to pay a [on?] consideration – SW. to measure and value and anyone else Mr. N- chose – then viewed the place where ground was wanted – told Mr. N- he should have what he wanted to make a good job – of course he would take as little as he could for his own sake as well as mine – but if he had occasion to take 2 good ash trees standing in my fence, these must be valued and placed to the account of the superior value of his land to that of mine – N- said he could give no writing – but there would be no trouble – all parties agreeable – the trustee Mr. Brook and all – and on the death of their wives, the estate must come into the market, and I should have no trouble – I said I had no fear about that – for Mr. SW. would measure and lay all down on the estate plan, and if Mr. N-‘s party should claim back from me, I should do the same from them and they might be glad to be quiet – or equity would settle the matter for us – Mr. N- expressed himself very much obliged – repeated it several times – said nobody could have behaved more handsomely – I merely said he might sometime have some opportunity of obliging me – sure he should not be slow to do it – he then mentioned Mr. Richard Pollards’ stone – Repeated the substance of all I had said to Mr. Goodyear N- thought the stone not worth more than 2/. a yard – said I had thrown a new light upon it – not aware anybody else was after the stone – mentioned no names but said other people had named it to me – mentioned also (which I had not named to Mr. Goodyear) my paying Mr. Pollard 1/. per yard for 40 yards and Simeon Shaw the tenant also 1/. per yard to keep me safe from the entrance in Mr. Pollards’ note that he must make the hole into the ground again – N- said RP. could give more title beyond his own life – but said I, his brother might sign also – it would be or might be made his interest to do so, and then all would be safe – mentioned also that I should like to have some of the ground after it was quarried and had named offering 2d. per yard to Mr. Goodyear – Mr. N- and I parted the best possible friends – he would see me again about the quarry – said I should be glad to see him at SH. then with Abraham Hemingway – mentioned Gill that I had seen this morning in the road [?] on this side of David Booths’ driving out of Goodyear’s cart – the man said he was cousin to Abraham H- and had married his daughter and wanted to take the Godley paddock – no! that impossible – could not do without it myself – he stood talking thought of setting up cart and horse of his own, and wanted a field – said I would think about it – that is, remember him if anything likely fell out – as he was so connected,

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I would mention to him to Miss Walker – but if he heard no more of it, he must conclude that we had neither of us anything to suit him – Inquired his character of Abraham H- it seems A- had nothing against him – a very good husband and respectable man, but 14 or 15 years older than his wife, and had as it were stolen her away, her parents being against the match – took her away in the night time – and it was clear Abraham had not forgiven this – said it was well to let them do for themselves – would not do much for them – the ash tree Abraham cut down a very good one – gave him all but about 6 or 8 ft. long of the thick part – this would cut into 4 capital axels – 2 for a large cart 2 for a smaller one said Abraham must keep this piece for me for about a year to season, and then I should not forget it, but perhaps get him to get it cut up for me and I should then bring it away – then stood talking to Abraham about the expense and profit of keeping horses – Abraham said they paid very little or sometimes not at all – for if he lost a horse or any accident happened it was long before this was recovered – Luke Goodyear said he had lost £40 last year – lost a horse worth £30 – Abraham owned he bought in his horses at under £30 on the average – but a good horse worth £30 now - £5 out of £30 down now than they would be 3 or 4 months hence – Abraham Haighs’ light bay that I have thought of worth £30 – 4 off – will grow – 15 ½ hands now – I said well! but he (Abraham) got his farming in (that ishis farm work done) into the bargain – yes! he said this was his profit – he gets his corn (3ds. [?] meal and oats) of Mr. Brook of Brighouse – calculates a horse to eat of this 8/. per week and 1 ½ st. of hay a day 1/. = 7/. per week – would not pay at all if he (Abraham) himself did not go with his horse to the delf – has seven horses – said I inquired because I thought of carting my own coal, or it would not pay –

calculates Abrahams’ horses at each 8/. + 7/. = 15/. per week and per pair 30/. + mans’ wages 15/. + wear and tear and blacksmiths bills etc. 5/. = total £2.10.0 per pair [co.]! I can manage it I think – sauntered home along the brook all the way by pinnel bridge and Dumb mill ditto to Mitham mill and home by Listerwick (the trenching in progress in Jonathan Mallinsons’ field) about 4 ½ - found A- dressing – ¼ hour with her – and she rode off to Cliff hill at 4 ¾ - had told Oddy of going with us to London – O- much pleased – promised to keep the secret till Monday – I not to go to church tomorrow but stay at home and get ready – wrote the whole of the above of today till now 6 ¼ - having just paid (per Robert Norton) George Naylors’ sawyers bill for larch rails and boards sawing – and now going down to pay Stephen Scholefield – wrote letters – had George Naylor (wright) and the 2 Manns and the gardener and paid Mr. Harper of the Stump X Inn the supper bill of 16th ultimo for Booths’ men all who had worked here – 21 of them – Paid Robert Mann, and gave Joseph £50 in a/c – had not time to settle with him and still had not done till after 8 – dinner at 8 10 – and had coffee with Mr. Gray in the dining and came upstairs at 10 pm paid Oddy her little bill she had paid for bran – at accounts and memoranda till 1 25 tonight fine but dull day or very little sun – much warmer than yesterday – not so much cold east wind – calm – F35° at 11 pm it was 7pm or after before I had despatched Sam booth with the letter bag containing my letter to ‘Messrs. Hammersley and c° Bankers London post paid’ asking them to get my passport visaed, it being my intention to embark in London for Antwerp tomorrow week and proceed thence by Brussels to Paris taking with me my niece Miss Walker and 2 servants (Susan Oddy and George Wood) – letter also to ‘Messrs. Pearce and Baxter coach-makers Longacre London Post paid’ expect being in London on Thursday evening next and immediately on arriving will send them the carriage to be examined and made ready for embarking on the following Sunday – shall be much obliged if they can provide me a neat clean chariot and good horses to do about town on Friday and Saturday’ – letter also to ‘Mrs. Hawkins 26 Dover street London Post paid’ expect being in London on Thursday evening to dinner – shall be glad if Mrs. Hawkins can take me in for 2 or 3 days – if not, much obliged to her to take me an apartment in the nearest comfortable family hotel – (myself Miss Walker and 2 servants as usual)

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Week 6 - Non-teaching Week Tasks

1. Video Reflection

Andrews video was really interesting for me, in particular how he talks about the process of model making being very intentional, and yet through the design process there is still the capacity for changes to be made. I also picked up that there is no rule as to when model making enters the design process. I really like this, as physical making isn't being approached as a formality but is utilised to inform the design process, resulting in a better outcome for the designer. 

I also found it interesting how there is a growing integration of different techniques like 3D printing and low pressure moulding to best test an element or mechanism of a design. This has really broadened my view of the design process, through refining ideas and experimenting with different concepts , model making is clearly a vital step for designers.

Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=381&v=f3wlp2G5DtM&feature=emb_logo

2. Home Maker Space:

Maker Space 1- The good thing about this space is that there is a significant amount of storage options which means that I can keep the desk tidy and can carry out my work efficiently. Conveniently, the drawers can hold A3 paper, so I usually keep my finished sketches, and general important work in one of these drawers. The rest of the storage space is broken up in different uses (sketching equipment, paper etc) which is great as its very easy to keep track of where things are. I try to use this space as often as possible for non-workshop tasks as it is susceptible to damage from more hand on work.

I have made the mistake in the past of attempting to apply spay adhesive glue. which clearly should have been done in space shown in figure 1.2, and highlights the importance of understanding the limitations of home maker spaces whilst we don’t have the luxury of working at UNSW.

Maker Space 2- I am quite lucky to have this work bench in my garage, especially since we don’t have access to the UNSW workshop. Whilst is hasn't been utilised in IDES1262 yet, It’s great for things that will make a mess like sanding, spray painting etc. I can recommend finding a place like this in your home, even if its just a sheet of ply on a table outside, as it gives piece of mind when carrying out tasks that really should be done in a proper workshop.

3. Model Making:

Model 2.1-  The use of PVA glue was the most difficult element of the construction for this model, and as a result I had a couple of tries before I got it right. Patience and accuracy were really important, however I found that there were two techniques that would ensure success.

The first was the ensure that the angle of the cuts are correct and clean. It meant that the panels would sit square and not need much support to stay together, only requiring a small piece of tape whilst waiting for the glue to dry. I did this by using a new blade on a scalpel, and a steel ruler which kept the cuts straight and consistent on all sides.

The second was not to use too much glue. Using a minimal amount of glue was important so it dried faster, and would have less chance of leaking excess glue. I did this by using a brush to apply the glue, which was far more effective than straight out of the bottle. 

Model 2.2-  In the reference video, the presenter said how hot glue was not appropriate to use in this kind of model making however from past experiences I found this to be a bit of an exaggeration. I used hot glue in model 2.2 to test this. Its really important to not use a large amount of hot glue, and again, get the angle cut correctly, if you achieve this, there will be no need to cut away excess glue, and I found that it looked just as neat as Model 2.1 whilst taking half the time.

Model 2.3- This was easily the most difficult for me as I was hoping to have an even and perfect circle, however this obviously was not achieved. If I did this again I would space the slits closer together and measure it our prior to cutting. Despite this not being successful it was a good learning experience as I now know what not to do, and I know how to improve in the future.

Final- My advice to anyone doing this task is to practise your angled cuts on a scrap piece prior to committing to the real thing. Sometimes its hard to visualise what angle is needed, and I found it very valuable to double check. This is essentially a warm up for the real thing, and helps to avoid finding mistakes later in the construction process that would force you to start over.

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do you have any theories on who was penny haywood's first/best friend in year 1? i mean, she probably talked to everyone since she was so popular, but given her friendly personality, i also can't imagine her being without real friend(s) for so long before befriending mc.

maybe tonks?? or chiara

Penny definitely is beloved and popular because she is so sweet and welcoming to everyone. She probably went up to every single first year and said hi and introduced herself especially once she was sorted and welcomed all the other fellow First Years who were sorted into the same House as her. She also most likely went out of her way to make sure all her new roommates felt comfortable and welcomed in their new home together. Maybe even tried to get them all to bond by playing a game or something. 

Within the first week of school I’m sure everyone knew who she was because she was just such a lovely, polite, and social person who talked to pretty much everyone she met, offered her help when she saw someone struggling or even just needing an extra quill, and her overall pleasant and kind demeanor. Hard not to like someone who is literal sunshine and radiates positivity and encouragement. 

While she’s very friendly with everyone, it would make sense for her to be closest to her actual roommates. All First Years probably spend the most time with fellow First Years, and more specifically those in their House, until they get to meet more people from other Houses as well as get to know older members of their own House. 

Chiara, while also a kind and nice individual, is also more of a loner. Classic werewolf. So while she’s polite and endures Penny’s attempts at roommate bonding she doesn’t really want to make any close connections or hang out more than they have to. Be friendly but not best friends, keep a good boundary up between her and others even her fellow Housemates and roommates. Sure the Marauders had to force Remus to hang out with them and bond with them until he finally gave in too =p Deal with it, you’re part of this group!

Besides Diego, who obviously would be in the Boy’s Dormitory, I don’t really know of any other Hufflepuff’s - well obviously Penny’s sister but she doesn’t count, that’s family =p - so if there are new characters I’m unaware of, my bad... Besides Tonks.

I actually feel at first Penny would be a little put off by Tonk’s rebellious attitude and pranking behavior and they would get off to a rocky start. Maybe Tonks thinks Penny is too stuck up and prissy, even pretentious. I think it’d be like the classic, Penny is super neat and tidy, organized, and Tonk’s side of the room is a complete mess. Penny likes calming music or pop, Tonks like loud punk rock. Penny is like a disney princess who has birds help her get ready in the morning while Tonks is still sleeping, sprawled across her bed, half the blankets on the floor, snoring - opposites attract. Penny thinks Tonks jokes around too much, Tonks thinks Penny needs to lighten up and have some fun, let loose.

But then they somehow come together. They realize they’re sort of two halves of a whole and could learn from each other, help each other out. Penny realizes Tonks really does care, has a heart of gold, and pulls her dumb pranks to make people laugh and bring joy to others, never to harm or humiliate anyone. She’s eccentric and rebellious because she’s from a strict, restrictive family who put a lot of pride in appearing a certain way because they are well known in the Wizarding community and Tonks just wants the freedom to be herself! Unashamed! And Penny loves that. But it can go too far... Can she just clean up her side of the room more? And sometimes it’s best to go with the flow instead of constantly fighting against it - things can work out for her, she can get what she wants, and it can actually go a lot smoother and easier that way.

Meanwhile, maybe Penny does feel she has to appear to be perfect. Doesn’t want to disappoint her family or anyone. Maybe she feels she has to always be of service to others and give and give to feel needed - valued. And Tonks can help her realize that she is valued for just being herself, not for what she can give and provide others. She doesn’t need to appear perfect - there’s no such thing! And sometimes being a mess is perfect for the moment. 

And they reach an understanding and acceptance of each other. This is who they are and they love it and can learn from each other. And then they become a yin and yang. So yes, I can definitely see Penny and Tonks being close friends although I don’t think it would happen right away. Chiara and Penny is an even longer progression of a close friendship if that occurs. 

I also feel like Penny and Andre would be good friends, if even at first it’s on a superficial level until MC brings them closer together, because I can see them running within the same popular crowd at school. 

But I also feel like Penny and Badeea would click almost instantly for some reason. Like they have a class together in First Year and have some sort of instant connection, Penny compliments a sketch she sees Badeea has drawn on her notes and they get to talking and just bond immediately. I think Badeea has this amazing quality about her to bring this calming presence where anyone feels safe to just be themselves, relaxes. And so Penny feels this sense of comfort, doesn’t feel a need to perform any type of way or isn’t required to give Badeea anything to feel to be accepted and valued by her. 

Also, Badeea doesn’t seem like someone who would partake in gossip and while Penny knows all the happenings at Hogwarts, I feel like that’s because people tell her everything or she is there when they’re talking about it because she’s friendly with everyone, not that she likes to partake in petty gossip either. So it’s probably refreshing for Penny to be around someone who talks about art, themselves, school work, etc. but not about other people and rumours. 

So, yeah, after thinking about it I think Penny and Badeea actually would bond relatively quickly and become close friends without any participation of MC, before even knowing them. And then, yes, Penny and Tonks would also become close friends, someone who genuinely makes Penny laugh - even so hard she squirts milk out her nose but she doesn’t feel self-conscious about it - but also someone who they can open up and talk to without fear of judgements and be met with compassion and understanding. It would just take a little longer, but also MC is not needed to make that friendship occur and blossom and could definitely happen before Penny meets MC. 

Okay, final answer: Badeea and Tonks. 

Thanks for this great question!