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Recently I’ve been planning on buying a basic drawing tablet, doing this with a mouse is not really that helpful and I’m mostly limited to do small pixel art because of it, some good artists and friends told me that I should open commissions to get it, the goal is to get $80 so any help is really appreciated! ^_^

- You can contact me by sending a message or by email at
- Payments are only done via PayPal to the same email address.

- I will begin to do the sprite after it has been paid.
- Mini sprites are limited to a standing front view.
- I’ll need clear references of the character you want me to do a sprite.
- If you want a specific pose you can send a pose reference for a regular sprite.
- There might be other restrictions.

I really appreciate it you spread the blog with a reblog, that would help me greatly!
Big size sprites commissions might be coming soon!


anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice on managing lots of branching paths in a choose your own adventure game? Even things like remembering what has happened (using tags) and making use of those is really cumbersome!

There’s a lot of things you can do here to help keep things straight. Primarily, you need to keep everything as organized as possible, and that means taking a big problem and breaking it down until it is in pieces small enough to handle. How I would start is by creating an outline for each individual storyline from beginning to end by breaking it up into a flow chart of story beats. Each beat should contain relevant information like:

  • A list of characters involved in the scene
  • The scene location and relevant environment details (What does this area look like?)
  • All branching conditions and where the branches lead
  • How this scene handles the different branches that lead to this scene
  • A brief description of what happens during this scene
  • Any sort of other requirements for this scene (props, character models, voiced lines, environments, animations, etc.)

Then, based on how the separate plot lines interact with each other, I would tag the branches with unique tags so that I can see where they intersect from scene to scene. If the flowchart of connecting scenes starts looking too complicated, it’s a good sign that the story could probably use some cutting or simplifying.

Let’s go with an example. We’ll create a quest that has a dialogue, a choice, two mutually exclusive scenes that result from the choice (an optional quest branch), and then some results. Here’s a sample quest summary:

The player character meets an archer named Neelo who wishes the player to recover her bow from a nearby cave. The player goes to the cave entrance only to discover another character, a shifty bard named Desmal, already at the cave entrance. Desmal offers the player a sackful of gold for the bow, but only if the player kills Neelo as well since she doesn’t want to deal with Neelo trying to take revenge.

So let’s build a quest outline for this, shall we?

Here is an example of a simple breakdown of the quest progression. You can see how scene progresses to scene, showing all of the different possible paths by which the player arrives at the next scene from its predecessor. You could (in theory) add notes to each of these scenes for the important information for those scenes, and dress them up visually however you like. As an example, I differentiated the action and dialogue scenes with the different shapes of bubbles, and used different colored arrows to indicate mandatory transitions as opposed to those driven by player choices. Notice how the quest converges after the player makes the choice to speak with Desmal or not and, if so, whether the player chooses to accept the subquest. Let’s continue with the second half of the quest.

Then we can finish the quest up through these scenes. Fighting Neelo is an optional part of the quest, but only if the player has accepted Desmal’s quest back up above. As you can see, there are two clear paths that the player can take to the end of the quest. If we wanted to do so, we could expand the quest to allow the player to keep the bow, attack Desmal, or any number of other things. We could track the results of the quest at the end and use those values in another quest later on. 

The benefits to breaking up story beats in this way should be pretty clear. Each scene, be it an action or a conversation or whatever, is essentially a single self-contained block that has a finite number of ways of entering, a finite set of results, and one major thing that happens inside it. While there’s no limit to the complexity one can pile into a single scene, resist the urge. Keep scenes simple and straightforward. Maintain the purpose of the scene, or it won’t have the right effect. I can then add all of the relevant details to that specific scene and know exactly what is needed to build this scene without needing to keep the entire storyline straight in my head. All I need to remember is what variables are important entering the scene, the scene details itself, and how the scene will determine where to direct the player next. Because it’s self-contained, I have a discrete chunk of work that I can do by myself or hand off to another designer. Once it is complete, I can connect it to the other completed scenes to form a whole quest. 

By keeping the storylines as self-contained flowcharts of interconnected scenes, I can easily determine each storyline’s relative complexity and size at a glance. The more the storyline looks like a spider web, the more complicated it becomes. Furthermore, with some practice breaking scenes down and creating them like this, I can also start estimating how long a specific scene will take to complete. This means that I can take a look at an entire storyline and estimate, based on the number of scenes in it, how long the entire storyline will take to craft. I can put in scene budgets for storylines to keep them sane - a large or critical storyline might have a top end of 25 scenes, while a one-off throwaway quest would have to be done in under 10. Since I can presumably tell what my schedule looks like, I can then make some decisions like “I can make this bigger” or “This won’t fit, I need to cut something”. I can then determine which parts that can safely be cut, and where I can reference smaller self-contained storylines into larger ones for more engagement without adding too much complexity. 

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diosapoderosa  asked:

Do you remember why you put Hades in Ravenclaw? I am profoundly curious about it, believe me.

I think the version you’re talking about is for the actual Greek gods and like. Hades just wanted to do his thing, be into the Underworld. 

(Someone help, what are words)

Hades was all “Alriiiiight Zeus just MURDERED dad what am I aboutta rule over???”

And Zeus was like “here brother mine, you can take the dead people”

And Hades was like “Awwwww maaaaaaan. Oooookaaaaaaay” And so he retreated to his underground realm and was like “I need a wife”

So he tricks Persephone into staying underground for half the year. Clever wit.

So he chilled with a big dog and devised a bunch of ways to make sure people didn’t leave the underworld. Creative. Inventive. Clever. 

Theseus and Pirithous tried capturing Persephone and Hades was like “Aw here, sit and eat, sleep in the underworld for a bit PSYCH YOU’RE TRAPPED BY MY SNAKES. HA. TEACH YOU TO TRY AND STEAL MY WIFE I DON’T THINK SO” Clever. 

And he treated everyone equally with like laws and stuff. He was a pretty fair dude and like level-headed and wise. Wisdom.

And besides that, he was just chilling in the Underworld with his wife unless it was sunny and vegetation time. Hades just kept to himself. Stayed outta people’s business for the most part. 

I think Ravenclaw’s pretty appropriate.

-Caitlin (Ravenclaw)

Looking after a little.
  • Daddy: * runs a bath with lots of bubbles* come on, time for a bath. It'll make you feel better.
  • Little: I have no energy daddy..
  • Daddy: it's okay, I'll help you undress and get in.
  • Little: thank you daddy
  • Daddy: *Holds out his hand to help the little up*
  • Little: *Gets up slowly and feels really drained but makes it to the bath.*
  • Daddy: You see it's not that bad, is it?
  • Little: No daddy, I just don't like being sick..
  • Daddy: how do you think I feel? I need to see you like this when you're usually so full of life. Don't worry about it though, I'll be here to make sure you're okay and have what you need.

  I don’t know what took over me last night. All my family members were awake leaving me no scope to sleep with their chatters sounding around the entire house, and I felt this drive inside me to write you guys something that I myself need often.
   I hope you all enjoy this. Let me know how you feel about it in the ask box or just add it in the tags of your reblog. I love getting feedback as it helps me to ensure I’m doing well enough for you all.

Admin Ayu.

Pair: Johnny x Reader 
POV: First person
Genre: Smut

Originally posted by nctinfo

It was as if spreading me wide was his hobby, because he always seemed to take great pleasure in it. I would catch the glint in his eyes as they would drink in my rawness before him, enamoured by reluctance and shyness that became clearer every time my heart thumped loudly against my chest.

   I would close my eyes and my chest would arch as a sigh reverberated in my throat every time I felt his finger stealthily run across my slit. I knew the moisture between my legs would always excite his cock, and if I was lucky I’d get to witness it myself. But mostly, I was left to imagine it behind my closed eyelids as the tension from his touch spread throughout my entire body in form of goosebumps. He’d get my eyes shut tight with his actions every time, and I hated how much I loved it.

   It was as if time could stop whenever his digits brushed against my walls, because I could feel nothing around me. In the stillness of my own realm, I would quiver as two of his long and sleek fingers drove inside me, his knuckles meeting the skin of my inner thigh and even though that contact was the least sexual, it still set my body on fire.

   His face would be on the valley between my breasts to nuzzle again, those breasts he loved, and worshipped, and cherished. During hugs, I often pulled his head and softly set him against my chest every time he was going through a hard time. I, a reluctant lover, would always fail to remain quiet by the time the tip of his tongue slyly travelled to my nub. I’d feel his plump, needy lips curl slightly against the softer skin around my taut nipples, inwardly rejoicing his victory.

   His hands would run down my sides and land on my hips and he’d bruise me there, knowing that I was a sucker for that. His rough yet warm hands would find bliss against my soft and colder skin. As the wet appendage inside his mouth would circle my nipple and suck on it with great attention, I’d feel my head in the clouds and my eyes watering in unspeakable pleasure.

After what would seem like eternity of him tending to my breasts, he’d fondle them a little more before kissing down further. His mouth would ghost over my heat, by then dripping and wanton, and he’d wait till my seemingly unenthusiastic hands flew to clutch onto his hair and gently push him closer to my south. Then, he’d do so delightfully before commenting about how beautiful I looked from down there or how delectable I smelled.

   Not long after I’d come all over his face, because he always ate me out so well. His lips always sucked well on my clitoris, the tip of his tongue knew how to tease my entrance and the skin that came before, and he’d also generously lap his tongue and give it a lasting lick. He’d smilingly let me spray his grin because I’d let him graciously and gracefully spray my walls as well. He knew I didn’t like my own release so he would wipe his face and lick his lips clean, before coming up to kiss me.

   “Johnny…” I’d whimper after the kiss that usually left me breathless, my hands by then roaming his back, nailing his chest, groping his ass.

   After that, he would put his cock inside me. To me it was thick and big, to me it filled me up more than any other cock ever could. Its warmness, in contrast to the rest of his body, would make me feel at home. I’d shudder when he’d finally push his entire length successfully in my heat, my arms slithering around his body and my eyes delving into his. His eyes would study my flushed face, my parted lips, and my wanton breaths shortened by anticipation; before he’d pull out fully to slam back in. The heated friction would have my eyes rolling as throaty moans escaped my mouth every time. His lips would often land on my chin as my crown would rather rest on the pillow rather than the back of my head, since my entire body would  arch up to his as he generally thrust pleasure in my system.

   Before long, he’d approach his high, making sure his thumb drove against my sensitive and prominent clitoris to ensure I could no longer feel my legs later.

   I’d somehow come again before him, shame making my wails cower. He’d come inside me shortly after, and still pump with vigour as if we were making love for the fifth or sixth time ever, while the feeling was still new and yet addictive. His hips would snap against mine until he wasn’t squirting anymore of his juices, before collapsing on my exhausted body. Sweaty and warm, I would feel the comfort that almost immediately relinquished his weight that crushed me to an extent. My hands would gingerly wrap around his chest as I’d bury my face in the crook of his neck. Before long, he’d move to his side and pull me in his arms, caging me in the warmth I had been friends with for long then.

“Do we have sex or do we make love?” I asked one night as my fingers ran across his bare back, our heaving chests in perfect rhythm against each other.

   Cold air hit my neck as he lifted his face to mine, “Don’t we always make love?”

   “Do we?” I prodded on the man’s poor heart which always loved me and made sure my heart was brimming with it.

   He smiled softly as he tucked my hair behind my ears, “I guess we have to make love soon again to make you realise that we aren’t just having sex.”

   “… why not?” I tried to flash a confident grin, but I am sure he had caught the blush tinging my cheeks and the coyness in my eyes. 

b-ituin  asked:

as someone who never does warmup, how do you do that and what is that really ; - ; (waa sorry if the question is vague?)

A warmup is usually a 10-30 minute doodle before I have a crack at a project I want to take seriously. 

Typically your art is better once you get some momentum going, which is really the purpose of the warmup. You also may or may not notice your quality slipping towards the end of a work period as you lose momentum and need to rest or get fatigued with a piece. (If it’s the fatigue a cooldown piece/ random fun doodle really helps me avoid the dread of picking it back up again.)

It differs from artist to artist but it’s basically how I need to work. It’s a good habit to get into.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I was wondering, I don't know if you have done something like this but could you do the RFA+V+Saeran reacting to MC caught attempting suicide/the aftermath of them attempting suicide? It's OK if that's too much tho

a message from me. if, at any point, you ever feel suicidal - please tell someone. whether its someone that you know, or don’t, please just talk to someone about it. listed here are suicide hotlines around the world. please if you ever need someone, call.

i love you all, despite not knowing a lot of you, so please if you ever need help and don’t have anyone to turn to, message me. i’ve been through this, sometimes this year i’ve gone through it, so i’m not completely oblivious.

i can say that talking does help; hell, talking has put me onto a list for therapy. so please do reach out if you need help.

anyway, this request is under a cut because it will contain suicidal thoughts, tendencies and self-harming.

Also I know I missed out V and Saeran. I’m writing them separately.

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readerofmanyworlds  asked:

I recently started at a very prestigious school. First term, I bombed. I floundered. I spent far too much time crying in elevators. Second term is off to a good start. I'm getting help when I need it, I've found study methods that work, and I think this is going to work. I have a long way to go, but I think I'm finally starting to put learning before pride.

I hope this term has been going well for you! You can do it!

Some Belated Valentines 2k17 Highlights from Flower Land

- The giant Russian man who stormed through the door while we were quite busy and shouted “Whoooo is helping me? I need BEST FLOWERS in the WORLD because I have BEST WIFE!!”
- The old man who picked up his roses at 8 AM and when I said “I hope she likes them!” giggled and said “These oughta keep me outta the dog house for at least a week!”
- At 3 PM: “I need a delivery of tulips to the south side today.” “We aren’t doing any more deliveries to the south side today.” “I should tell you that this is on behalf of my client {Redacted Football Player} of The Bears and he is willing to pay literally anything.”
- “Hey, boss, I have an order from FootballPlayer of The Bears and he is willing to pay literally anything.” “Don’t you mean FootballPlayer of The Bears FOR NOW?”
-“Okay tell him we’ll do it but he has to buy all our remaining tulips.”
- One guy wanted to buy a teddy bear holding a real rose so I made a teeny tiny rose bouquet for the bear to hold and it is easily the cutest thing I have ever made.
- This same guy grabbed a 55 dollar
arrangement from my table and brought it to me and said “Add flowers to this until it is 200 dollars.”
- Valentine’s Day makes some men crazy.
- When the last man came in to pick up his arrangement twenty minutes after we were supposed to close everyone who was working shouted his name in unison and it was Hilarious.
- All the parents sending flowers to their single professional daughters. Almost all of them made me teary. People from all over the country have daughters who live in Chicago and are single and they all wanted to send their single Chicago daughters flowers.
- “A man is calling and he says you are his best friend?” “What?” “He has an Eastern European accent?” “OH! It’s the man who has the best wife!”
- “I would like 100 roses.” “That will be 600 dollars.” “I would like 12 roses.”

This is how overactive my brain is

I’ve already picked some top song choices for my walk back from the bus stop after telling my crush I like him. For either result!

Dear god I need to calm down. This is why @eternal-nova one time got a full care package with a book, a bear, sour candy, and blue lemonade after our like 3rd date because when it comes to doing anything with the person I love I go CRAZY!

There’s today’s TMI Tuesday. Hope it helps some of you realise that Manic love has many different forms and shades. And you’re not the only one.


Modern!Newt Scamander x Reader

A/N: had to. just had to. also, this is really old ;v;

You work at Starbucks but hate coffee.

Like absolutely despise it as much as it could be - it’s bitterness just extremely wards you off. So does whatever other flavor is surfing around in it.

With that being said, it was a horrible combination, yes, you would think, but you needed a decent paying job and this was the best you could get currently with being in college. So you made do if it meant survival - i.e, being able to buy supplies and food, and primarily whatever else one needed for a living. It helped that the campus wasn’t too far either. That and there was wifi and employee discounts to take advantage of so it wasn’t half bad, nor was the smell of java beans and confection sweetness. You also volunteer at animal shelters when you’re free from the pressures of getting an education to blow off some steam and working part time to do something you enjoy more than making six am zombies a cup of joe while having to deal with overly crotchety or peppy people was just what you needed. Including some of your co-workers you put below minimum effort in socializing with. It was an okay level of existing for what it was worth, and you just tried to remind yourself that the pot at the end of the rainbow that is a college degree would be so very much worth all the hard work.

It was the average afternoon for a mid fall day and a ginger walked in some time past one thirty. He had a young face, probably European, that had more than a healthy amount of freckles. He walked up to the cash register, seeming all but meekly polite as he ordered a small latte and told you his name so you could sharpie it on his cup.

“Alright, I’ll call you in a bit pal.” you smiled.

He nodded and you got to work. Crafting him his oddly simple drink given all the options to pick from as you thought of his name.

Newton. Certainly not one you hear everyday - in your case anyway - but very unique. It gave you can idea and as you were an in the moment confidence person, you went through with that idea.

You called him up and he listened like a retriever, red head popping up in attention. You reached over the shelf frame on the side of the register, glad you had long enough arms to compensate for your short body. He grabbed the cup from you carefully and it didn’t take long for him to snort then chuckle, but it was more school boyish than you expected and that was insanely adorable. He was amused by the nickname you had wrote - Newt. You even doodled a little one next to your curly handwriting. His smile jerked up higher on one side it turned out.

You smiled again, this time more earnestly and shrugged as he looked your way. Then you noticed something more odd than his name and of course you had to call him out on it.

“Cool critter man.“ it was a witty compliment meant for the stick bug crawling on his shoulder. It was a bright green and getting close enough to graze his collar as it crawled upward.

He startled, and without delay, frantically snatched it up. He then angrily whispered a reprimand to it, letting it crawl into his breast pocket. You watched him all the while, bemused before he seemed to remember that you were there. He started up in a stammer and you cut him off. 

"Does it have a name?”

You swore you could see the headlights of his brain blinker as he tilted his head at you. He swallowed roughly and looked at his latte as he thumbed open a piece of plastic on the lid over the lip of the cup.

P-Pickett,” he answered quietly.

You cocked your head to the side too.


A smile shyly tilts his lips and he thanks you.

It’s only a matter of time before you decide to tell him your name, but that’s about when he’s forced to go sit at one of the tables as a grouchy customer moves in behind him on the otherwise non existent line and loudly complains about him holding it up. It was moment where you really wished you could tell some people to suck it and frack off. She was just lucky more people came in after her complaint. So, you get back to work and help her with a strained attitude, a little less enthusiastic than before and painting mental mustaches on her and the rest of who followed that were not of the savory kind of personality.

When you’ve hit another lapse of inactivity in coffee serving, you spy Newt in the back, alone and ears plugged with buds. Probably listening to some chill tunes. He was writing furiously in a worn journal and taking periodic sips of his latte. Sighing, you check the time on your Android. It’s nearly three now. Good as time as ever for a break, and what better than to see how the politest guy you’ve served in a long time is doing. You made yourself something quick and poured a mug before popping out from behind the desk and telling Jordie - the quiet, sweet guy of the staff that never threw anyone under the bus and kept to himself - that’d you be back in thirty. You took a drink from your mug as you ambled over to Newt.

“Hey." You absently wonder if no one has every really went out of their to talk to him before because of how he reacts to you. He seems quirky - in the good way. So it’d be a shock that no has tried to befriend him.

You’ve managed to give him another start and he’s turned to a stuttering mess as you sit down across from him, a piping hot chocolate in hand. Unknown to you, it surprised him that you had arrived at his table.

"W-why are you- won’t you get in trouble for not being on the job?” he asked in that raspy accent, taking out his ear buds.

“Hey, it’s no problem Newt, I’m on break and well…sitting at an empty table or back of the break room by myself can be lonely." you explained, leaning back in your seat.

"A-are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” you soothe and the tension strung in his shoulders dropped visibly.

He’s nervous as you then try to start up chatter, asking if he had any hobbies.

"Well, I volunteer at the nearby animal shelter. And several others.” he confessed sheepishly.

“Really? Huh, so do I.”

Something sparked in his lovely eyes and soon you two couldn’t shut up. You relate on a few things, like options and philosophies, and he mentions that he also rescues pit bulls - he insists on telling you tokens of several, which you don’t at all mind -, and smiles brightly when you pipe up that you have one too. You feel comforted by his presence and he seems to like you to some extent if he hasn’t stopped yammering with you yet.

He got even more animated when you started to rambled about endangered species the moment he brings them up. And misunderstood or stereotyped ones.

“They deserve a lot more concern, you know? Like, these are animals - the creatures who have had the earth a lot longer than we have, so aren’t they entitled to something more than just advertisements on TV that don’t help as much as they say they do?”

He drank the last of his latte in a short gulp, he placed the empty cup down, “I wholehearted agree, I suppose we can only hope for more efforts to be exulted but I hope to help that some day."  

Yes, he had told you he was aiming to become a zoologist in his near future, a career you once considered taking on in flitting thought, but your indecisiveness had left you wondering more on you choices of occupations.

Turns out you both like art too and share taste in music.

Sadly, that topic is cut short and because your break time’s up in a flash and you have to get back to work and Newt has an essay to finish.

You down the rest of your hot chocolate, "Um, sorry. Gotta go back to the grind an’ stuff.” you tuck back some hair. 

He says he looks forward to seeing you again and gives a less bashful smile as he rises to leave too.

You hobble on back behind the register, catching sight of him through a window and holding onto his image as he disappears in the street. You sigh, feeling warm inside, and you know it’s not because of the hot chocolate.

You wonder if he notices the heart shaped cookie you slipped into his bag before he left.

Originally posted by falling-through-autumn

Pining Keith's Serenade
  • Pining Keith's Serenade
  • doodleleith

I guess I just composed my very first song ever!?!?! at 4:19 AM!?!! Yikes!!!

Picture this: A serenading Keef venting out his feelings towards Lance and the poor gal ends up getting ROASTED

Hey, Lance.

The day we met, I knew there was something
that look on your face
And no regrets, were there to be taken
we flew straight to space 

Now there’s just one thing
that you need to hear me say…

Oh, take my heart
Oh oh, stay in my arms
There’s no need to fight-
There’s a reason why we love~  

Hey there Keith, why are you so tense?
Can’t understand, what are you trying to say?
Your skin is weird, you smell like sweat, are you alright?
What can I do to help? 

*INHALES* …Quiznak.

anonymous asked:

hey im in need of help. Im 14 and agender, but i hate telling people that i prefer they/them (tho i dont mind he/she) and i generally hate telling people that because i always get the 'youre 14', 'just a kid', 'youre just being a special snowflake' and it makes uncomfortable and anxious... what should i do??

Hi friend.

Unfortunately, we are a blog specifically for adults, so we don’t quite feel comfortable taking on this question. I’ve conferred with some of the others on the admin team, and they’ve recommended @transgenderteensurvivalguide

Despite their name, they don’t just deal with binary trans issues, so they may be better equipped to help you out, since they’re geared more for teenagers. Some other blogs you may want to look into, if they can’t assist:


I hope you’re able to find the help and support you need, my friend. Take care.

anonymous asked:

Do you think they're building up to bringing Magnus' father in? With the mentions of needing a powerful demon to destroy the sword combined with stuff like those promo shots of Magnus w/Clary & Jace probably seeing the vision they saw, I can see him being the one to recognize the demon they need to destroy it is his father. Also there been an emotional Magnus and Alec scene in the finale, maybe Magnus having to make some kind of terrible deal in exchange for his father's help perhaps?

i mean i would love that but actually given Clary’s gangrene-looking hand next episode, like….her hand looks very much like the demon’s hand??? so i have no idea. I will say I doubt they will bring Magnus’ father in; I don’t believe they’ll go there yet (if at all). it’s possible the demon is also a reference to Sebastian’s coming, which i think is more likely.

tho at this point I’m not speculating much on the show.

Did I stutter? // Remus x Reader

Words // 1294

Warnings // none

Summary // You’re James’s twin and unlike usually, it’s not him who needs help, it’s one of his friends. 

Originally posted by nellaey

“What is it now James?’’ You asked, slightly annoyed. It was a very bad habit of him to either do all his homework at once and have everything ready for three months or never do any of it at all, and of course some of it was actually important and something he needed to pass, which is when he went to you.

“How’d you know it’s me every time?’’ He asked as you turned around and put your quill away, you smirked. “It’s really obvious you know, you never set foot in the library unless you’re looking for me.’’ He chuckled along with you, even though you didn’t like that he kept doing it he was still your twin brother and one of your best friends, a slightly annoying best friend from time to time.

“Right, but I’m not here for your notes, at least not yet. I’d appreciate if I could get them of DADA, I couldn’t be there for reasons,’’ He said and you gave him a look. “So specific.’’ He laughed but it sounded rather nervous which was very unlike him, it only happened when he was talking to Lily.

“Right, I’m not even here for myself, I’m here for Remus. He’s been sick for a few weeks and needs someone he can revise the last few chapters with and whose notes he can copy, would you please do that?’’ James asked, giving you a failed attempt at puppy eyes. You laughed at him but accepted it anyway as you didn’t really mind, you liked his group of friends, the self-proclaimed Marauders, they were nice and you admitted they did some amazing pranks, at least half you were included on.

“He’ll be here in ten minutes. Thank you so much.’’ He said, showering you in kisses and you laughed at him, he always made an effort to be very nice to you, not that he wouldn’t be if he didn’t need the notes because he cared a lot. 


Study sessions are what they truly were at first. You found Remus a very nice studying partner, he was good at being serious when he needed to be but had quite a lot of good dry jokes which made it fun. He caught on easily to whatever he missed and you were surprised he needed help; it didn’t really seem like it although there were small bits of the notes that weren’t in the book.

Eventually they started to stray more from studying sessions and eventually went onwards to dates, there was something about Remus that made him feel naturally awkward which made him become a natural good talker, he had the perfect jokes for the perfect occasions just as he always seemed to know what to say no matter the consequence, he was able to be serious when it was needed and was able to always make the mood a bit lighter, also the chocolate he always had on him helped from time to time with 

The two of you were together, or most people assumed, though neither of you actually asked or confirmed it. It just seemed to be like something that you two both gravitated to and didn’t really care to discuss.

Of course just a few days ago you had learnt about the very interesting fact that James had decided to give the supposedly very needed ‘talk’ which resulted in you slapping him the next time you saw him as it was a very stupid thing of him to do but you also found it somewhat sweet, mostly stupid though.

You were sitting in the main hall with your friends, just eating dinner and making some very horrible jokes, when it was very obvious both James and all of his friends were missing, there were no Slytherins shouting or Gryffindors shouting back once which was a nice change, but a very obvious one.

When you finished eating  you got up and decided to head for the Gryffindor common room, you actually knew the password as you had recently gone in there to help James with a few different things he needed help with and you had time to do it. You said the password and the door opened, hoping that the spell was still lifted like two days ago and headed up the stairs into the boys’ dorm.

“You have to do it.’’ You stood inside their dorm room to find James, Sirius and Peter all standing beside Remus who was curled up in a blanket on his bed, the whole bed seemed to be flooded by his sweat which was weird as it would mean he has a fever whilst not having showed the slightest sign in the past few days, he didn’t even cough once.

“Are you all right?’’ You asked which caught the four of them off guard, well really the three of them who were standing around his bed to stare at you. 

“Y/N! W-What are you doing here?’’ Peter asked, surprised but he also sounded anxious.

“You were all missing, I was just.. curious to see what you were doing or where you were, knowing what you always do whenever you’re usually missing. This is not what I expected though,’’ You admitted, to see them stand around the bed of their sick friend wasn’t what they usually were getting up to. “Are you alright Remus?’’ You asked stepping somewhat closer.

“We told him to see Madam Pomfrey, but we can’t get him out of bed.’’ Sirius complained and you were surprised to find that Remus was this stubborn although it was somewhat logical, getting out of a bed when you have a fever is truly horrible.

It took the four of you a total of thirty minutes to get him out of bed, then it took another thirty to actually get him to the hospital wing, once the five of you arrived Madam Pomfrey was fussing all over him but thanked you a lot but also forced you to leave immediately after which was a bit suspicious. Just like the three of them who were constantly whispering and you couldn’t hear much of it as it was almost directly in each other’s’ ears but you could hear something about going somewhere.

“Where? Where do you need to go? Because Hogsmeade has already been and we emptied all of Honeydukes.’’ You said and you shared a short laugh but you were quite determined to know where they needed to go, it wasn’t such a special day so what could they do?

The three stared at each other for a while, they seemingly came to a silent agreement and James spoke up. “It’s a long story, just don’t worry. As you’re girlfriend and he doesn’t know how to say it you should know but we’ve really got to go, I can tell you tomorrow morning, okay sis?’’ Hesitantly, you agreed.


James explained everything to you the next morning, he told it rather bluntly and wasn’t sure what to expect of your response but yours was one he hadn’t necessarily expected, you were quite positive about it or well, you accepted it completely as you had learnt the complete story and knew he couldn’t do anything about it, with the knew knowledge you found him in the afternoon in the hospital wing, still sweating endlessly.

“Does this usually happen?’’ You asked.

“So you know.’’ He said, his voice seemed to turn from his happy tone to a more gloomy one.

“Yeah, don’t worry though. Nothing’s going to change, although I might give a shot at the whole Animagus thing. Sounds fun and challenging enough.’’ He looked completely shell-shocked and you just chuckled.

“A-Are you sure?’’ He asked, you grinned. “Did I stutter?’’

“You’re the best.’’

You know what’s really hard right now? I keep getting right to the very edge of bawling my eyes out, but then I can’t. I don’t know why. What I do know, is that I, so badly, need to just scream and cry my eyes out for a few hours, so I can finally breathe again…

     Q: Dance, piano, guitar, composing, drawing, singing – you’re good at all of these things. How do you do it?
     A: Because I like doing it, I persist and work hard perfecting them all. I focus on the areas that need to be improved and don’t give myself time to relax until I master it. And it’s maybe because I focus so much on learning all these things, that I don’t understand the society and how it works very well… I’ll slowly learn about it too though. – June 2015

Zhang Yixing.   EXO’s   Chinese   representant,
main dancer, vocalist and a man of many talents.

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