have this really quick watercolor doodle i did while watching bunch of movies. Some oldies and some new ones. Conjuring 1 and 2, the rings, grease, hsm, song of the sea (MY FAV) and some other bunch of musicals uhuhuhuhu.
We’re not supposed to have food in our rooms. It’s one of Watford’s most ignored
rules. It’s never enforced, and if the
rooms themselves have anything to say about it, they tend to keep their mouths
everyone I’ve talked to has some sort of stash in their wardrobe or under their
bed. Agatha loves her sherbet lemons,
and Penny has a seemingly endless supply of licorice hidden in a locked
cupboard. Only she knows the whereabouts
of the key, assuming she’s telling the truth and there is a key at all. As for me, I keep at least two mint Aero bars
tucked away at all times, though it seems no matter where I hide them, Baz
always manages to find them. Further
evidence of vampiric senses, if you ask me.
is more of a bring-food-from-the-dining-hall-into-the-room kind of person than
a secret stash person, at least I’ve never seen any evidence of a stash. I have to wonder what sort of things Baz
would keep hidden away. Rats maybe,
still alive to keep their blood warm for when he gets peckish. But then again, I would probably have noticed
something like that.
don’t know how he always manages to get food up to the room unnoticed, but I
also know he’s on a first-name basis with Cook Pritchard, so maybe he gets
he appears in the door this evening, tall and silent as ever, he’s holding a
steaming mug of tea. I don’t say
anything about it, I know better at this point.
He’ll just snap at me.
crosses the room and sets the mug down on his nightstand, dropping down to his
bed and uncurling to his back. I raise
an eyebrow at him, stretched out like a cat.
“What’s with you?” I muse.
throws a glance my way. “What?”
dunno, you’re just being… weird.”
you for your opinion, Snow, it’s entirely uncalled for as usual.”
roll my eyes. “Forget I said anything.”
turn back to my textbook with a scowl. Serves me right for trying to start casual
conversation, though maybe I was a bit rude about it. At least I can say I tried.
lays there on his bed for another moment or so, staring up at the ceiling,
breathing slowly and deeply like this is the first time he’s properly filled
his lungs in weeks. I glance at my
watch. I’m supposed to meet Penny in the
library to study in half an hour, I don’t need to go just yet.
Baz stands, he takes a detour on his way to the bathroom to reach over and flip
my book out of my hands.
the hell is wrong with you?” I call after him, but he responds simply by
slamming the door in my face.
Baz. Simple, stupid, but effective. Like a playground bully.
wonder if he gets any actual joy out of it.
heat of my anger is already fading, but it still frustrates me that he’s been
getting away with this kind of abuse all our lives and nothing I do ever seems
to deter him. It’s like he’s a giant and
I’m a pissed-off ant, biting and crawling and trying to hurt him, only to be
flicked away by a giant indifferent finger.
mug on the bedside table catches my eye, steam still curling off the tea. He hasn’t taken a sip yet, which is
surprising. Usually he drinks the stuff
practically straight out of the kettle, like it isn’t scalding his entire
throat on the way down. Maybe it’s not,
maybe that’s some obscure vampire thing.
Or maybe he’s just a prat that wants to look tough.
lightbulb that goes off in my head is almost audible as I watch the steam dance
above the mug.
my wand from the sheets beside me, I stand from my bed as quietly as I can and
tiptoe across to Baz’s nightstand, wincing with every creak from the
floorboards. The tea is that perfect
smooth colour, brown and soft with cream and sugar. Sparing a fleeting glance at the bathroom
door, I dip my wand down so that the tip just barely breaks the surface of the
tea, sending ripples floating away from the intrusion.
more salt,” I murmur in as soft a voice as I can manage, pushing the
crackle of magic from the base of my neck down through my wand arm and into the
was that, Snow?” Baz calls from the other side of the door. There’s a sudden splash of the sink.
didn’t say anything, twat,” I call back, carefully bringing my wand over my
mouth and letting the stream of droplets fall onto my tongue. It’s flowers and cream and… salt. Definitely salt.
smirk as I return to my bed. Mission
Baz re-emerges, I pull my textbook closer so he can’t knock it away again. I try to look appropriately engrossed. He doesn’t pause at the door, just goes
straight back to his bed, and though I can’t see his face in my periphery, it
seems as though he doesn’t suspect anything.
Needs more salt isn’t a proper spell,
per say. More of a charm. Penny says that spells occur when the words
play the biggest role. They are usually
well-known sayings or lyrics, things that carry a little bit of their own
magic, which makes them the easiest for beginning mages to master. Charms are different, harder to control. The power of a charm doesn’t lie in the words
but in the intent. The magic comes
entirely from the mage. Often charms
come out as accidents, when something is said with so much feeling that magic
simply slips in.
is quite good at charms, at putting magic into whichever words she
chooses. She insists that anything can be a charm with enough
Baz reaches for his tea, I can’t help but watch.
sure hope Penny is right.
raises the mug to his lips and takes the first sip.
features freeze like he isn’t quite sure how to arrange them.
a beat he lowers the cup and stares at it like it’s a puzzle, his brow
beginning to furrow.
takes another thoughtful sip, and this time the tiny curl of his lip betrays a
hint of disgust.
make sure to be staring back down at my book when he turns his gaze on me. I feel it burn into the top of my head, and
the burn spreads to my cheeks as I try not to crack.
still feel his eyes on me as he takes a long, pointed drink from the mug.
glance back at my watch. It’s still too
early, but Penny will probably be in the library already, and I don’t know how
long I can handle Baz’s stare.
close my book and stuff it in my bag, wearing what I hope is a neutral
expression and not a beet-red blush. I
stand from my bed and slip into my shoes.
I see him take another sip. When
I look at him, he’s still watching me, and his face is surprisingly clear for
someone drinking salted tea out of spite.
not fully sure which one of us is the winner here.
halfway out the door when I decide to break the tension.
Fool’s,” I state like it’s a simple good-bye before I shut the door.
two stairs down as he yells “IT’S NOT EVEN FUCKING APRIL YOU TWAT!”
What happened to that blessed personality and adorable demon ears he had?? Now in season 2 Yukio freaking slapped Rin AS HE RISKED HIS LIFE TO SAVE Y'ALL??? Or is it just me? I dunno. Maybe season 2’s timeline took place befor season 1 even happened???
Hey cats long time no see. (More like long time no draw tbh ugh but that’s a different kettle of fish.) Have an Overseer. I hate the background, but I like the Overseer himself, so I’m posting this :U I’ve been experimenting off and on with Liquitex ink and a calligraphy pen and tbh I have no idea what I’m doing? But I’m having fun anyway. The grey is actually India ink that I’ve had for so long the pigment has settled to the bottom and refuses to move for love or money, even if I shake it. It makes a good wash, though. The gold bits are actually metallic irl.
How would US & SF Papyrus's react to an S/O who has ADD and dyslexia, but loves to read and write stories for them?
He likes listening to you reading him things. Anything is fine to him, but your stories are the best. He likes it when you read for him while he’s working on something, or doing a simpler task. Multitasking is something he’s very good at, and let’s just say that taxes are a hell of a lot easier to get through with your reading in the background. He’s actually always had problems with reading words and also spelling them, but he never thought much about it. Until he met you and you told him about your dyslexia. Basically, he’s got a small case of it himself. And he’s happy to know that it wasn’t from all his smoking, the not cigarette smoking. At least now he knows that glasses wont help him. And you’re both on the same page. Makes listening to you read even better.
He loves listening to you. Cuddle sessions where his head is on your stomach and you’re reading him the newest thing you’ve written are his favorite thing. It’s amazing and you’re so talented. He’s very patient if you’re having trouble reading certain words. He’ll help you if you want him to, but most of the time he prefers to just wait until you’ve got it.
There’s just something so relaxing and intimate with the whole ordeal. You’re showing him something you’ve written. Sometimes things you’ve written to him. He can’t believe that you’d do that for someone like him.
positivity vibes for online friends: star light, star bright, keeping on the endless fight; waking up to live another day even when you don’t want to, even when it feels futile; reaching for your phone first thing in the morning because some of your favourite people live half a planet away; the best people you will ever meet, if you wanted to quote mean girls and we do, we always always do; endless caps when you’re happy, when you’re excited, when you’re angry but also skype late in the night when you’re barely human, when you’re everything quiet and soft and invisible; positivity and support and joy; affection so open and honest it could only be possible behind screens; good things wrapped in sarcasm wrapped in feels wrapped in salt. the people you didn’t see coming but wouldn’t give up for the world.