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triona-tribblescore · 3 months
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Raph! :D
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boojangs · 6 months
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Three for the price of One
You, Me, Us: Chapter 15
To Dance with Wolves: Chapter 29
Two for Tripping (Into Love): Chapter 6
Last time, I gave you my soul. This time I gave you my heart.
Enjoy.
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glazedlemons · 3 months
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a mikey centered angst comic, coming to you live on this blog…..SOON😈
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dreadnotau · 3 months
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Happy three years everybody! As always, there’s a lot to say on the occasion, so pop in at the end of the post for the tl;dr if you don’t have time for my detailed diatribes, haha
Boy, time flies, huh? Feels like the second anniversary was just yesterday, but maybe that’s just the several long hiatuses getting to me. I’ve been scarce on uploading anything anywhere for a while now, even though I promised I’d actually pick up the slack this time around. What gives? Well…
For one, college hell, and for two, a lot of unfounded anxiety about putting my art out there. Allow me some theatrics for a moment and I’ll actually get back to the comic at hand… I’ve never had an exceptionally supportive environment for making art. It wasn’t suppressive, not in the slightest, but it also wasn’t… encouraging. It was always treated as a hobby or a distraction rather than something I was allowed to be fully proud of, especially because a lot of my art focused on more cartoon-y and fantasy ideas, rather than still life studies and painting (which people generally outside of the art sphere tend to value more, arbitrarily). Couple that with a childhood full of being bullied over minute shit you hadn’t even considered could be an issue before, and you get a teenager hellbent on never sharing his interests or ideas with anyone, mostly due to the fear of rejection.
I’ve grown, thankfully, but that paranoia and fear doesn’t go away overnight. As I’m sure you all know, Meowchela was the one who originally encouraged me to post this comic, and the only reason she succeeded was because she was the first person in a long time who listened and engaged with my interests and my art in a meaningful way. It’s kind of obvious her friendship had a profound impact on me, and I’d cite her as one of the reasons I was even hopeful enough to apply to an art college in the first place! This comic, and that bond with another person, proved that maybe these things I’m so passionate about weren’t duds, and weren’t something I had to keep to myself.
So, fast forward a few years. About three years, in fact.
During one of my classes, right before this hellish two weeks of exams started, one of the class assistants talked me into showing my comic pages to one of my professors. He’s generally a pretty open guy when it comes to new mediums, but I’m always… apprehensive about showing my less “traditional art”-y things to professors, but, he ended up being genuinely proud of it. Specifically, I showed him pages 85-87 (because they’re my favourites) and, he didn’t read the text, just the visuals were enough for him to say “good job, keep it up” (which is HIGH praise from that guy). When I mentioned I’ve been meaning to simplify the visuals because I didn’t have time to work on the comic very often because of college and classes, he dismissed it on principle. I was honestly caught off guard. Heavily paraphrasing, he suggested that worsening the visuals for an arbitrary deadline was counterproductive to making something that’s Good™.
That’s kinda stuck with me. For a good few years now I was more focused on optimisation rather than visual improvement for the comic, and though it HAS contributed to better visuals in some ways (cutting corners sometimes makes for a less pointy and jagged end result), it’s kind of weird I’m treating an art project that way, isn’t it? I set a lot of… arbitrary deadlines and standards for myself, in the form of expectations and what I “should” or “shouldn’t” be doing at certain stages in my life. I’ve thought of Dread Not as a passion project second and a stepping stone first, if I’m being honest. As if it was too… fandom-y and derivative to be treated with more gravity than that, like it’s an immature project because I was still a child when I came up with it. As if it was something I’m making to Build Up to Something Else, something Bigger and Cooler and More Important, and… the more I think about the future of Dread Not, and even my future career options, the more I realised that’s, ironically, a really immature way to think about it.
If there’s one thing going to this art college has taught me, is that there’s no “right” way to make art, and there’s no “right” way to success as an artist. There’s no clear-cut paths, just more commonly treaded roads, but even those are heavily overgrown. Why should I try to box myself into thinking I have to make things from complete scratch to be taken seriously? What’s so bad about Dread Not as a story and as a comic that’s caused me to vaguely keep it under wraps when conversing with people in my day-to-day life? Why wouldn’t I put all these skills I’ve acquired to improve and expand this project that’s Right There, WAITING for me to finally get off my ass and get pages out there again?
I wish I could say I’ve used all this time away in a particularly clever way, but I really haven’t - at least, it feels like I haven’t. My art has undoubtedly improved over time (though admittedly the art for this post was Very rushed, fuckin exams), and while I’ve been working on projects in the background, chipping away at them in a VERY disorganised way, I haven’t been posting that progress anywhere, and I haven’t made any good progress on my biggest project, Dread Not, because of the other ones. And, honestly? Admitting that kinda stings. This comic means a lot to me, and I wish I actually gave it the time and attention it deserves instead of letting it sit out hiatus after hiatus because I keep failing at structuring my time.
So, my new plan is a little more abstract: find a way to work Dread Not into my school schedule, and slowly build a habit of working on it more often. No clue how long that’ll take, but I think it’ll be worth it to consider it as an option, and hopefully finally end these long, drawn out hiatuses with short bursts of uploads in-between. HOPEFULLY. Building habits was never my strong suit, so please bear with me while I figure this out in what will probably be the most hectic upload schedule in this comics history, which is: no schedule at all.
From now on (until the end of Act 1), I’ll upload pages when they’re ready, and depending on how the weeks go and how complex the page is, they could be weeks or days apart from one another. Hell, some might even take a month to finish if school stuff gets REALLY hectic (god knows Hellish Exam Week number 1 and number 2 won’t be giving me much time to work on the comic), but I’m determined to do this. I want to be able to put my all into this project again!!
(And hopefully finish Act 1 by the end of this semester…)
TL;DR: College is giving me life lessons I didn’t expect, and because of them I’ve decided to give myself a non-existent upload schedule for Dread Not: Pages will be posted when they’re ready, and the spacing between pages could wildly vary depending on circumstances and the actual complexity of the page itself.
As always, thank you for being here, thank you for reading, and thank you for being patient!
If all goes well, there will be new content very, very soon.
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erikahenningsen · 15 days
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you would find her in a polaroid picture (chapter four)
Fandom: Mean Girls
Pairing: Cady/Regina
Rating: Not rated (for now)
Words: 5,277
Summary: Cady Heron transfers to North Shore University in her junior year following a messy breakup and is looking for a fresh start. Regina George thought her year would be hard enough coming back from an injury—until she meets a redheaded girl she can't seem to stop thinking about. As if pulled by an invisible string, they fall into each other, no matter how much either tries to resist.
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aflippedflop · 2 months
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It's been a while. Huh?
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vixendoesstuff · 2 months
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Wow, writing fanfiction is harder than it looks when you have nothing to start with.
Like, I already have a broad plan in mind of how I want things to go, like how long pre-canon stuff is before going to the main story, but actually starting from point one is... hard.
Right now I have three options on how I want the prologue to be;
One is a dream sequence of baby Techno!Branch being comforted by one of his bro's (Floyd, possibly) about him being different than others and being reassured that he'll always have his brothers to rely on, then snaps back to reality of Branch (all grown up and grey) waking up from the memory.
Option two is basically no dream sequence, but instead brief flashbacks of his life leading up to his grandma's death, and then waking up in a cold sweat.
(Yeah, they're similiar in premise, but it's different enough for the tone of the fic to be set, y'know?)
And the third is not in Branch's POV, but JD and Grandma Rosiepuff's. Basically it's been about a month after the last Trollstice, with it taking BroZone's parents away (I'm subscribing on this headcanon for the sake of fic progression), and JD is sitting on a branch high up reminiscing. And suddenly a bird drops a "dookie" (Branch's egg) through the bars and onto the ground, so JD went to investigate and found the egg. Without thinking much of it (big bro protectiveness activated) he brought the egg back to the fam, and Rosiepuff just knew that this isn't a normal Troll egg. When it hatched and baby Techno!Branch came along, she decided, "actually, I like this one, I'll call him Branch" and the rest goes the way you'd think.
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jkoo-njoo · 1 year
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College crush - 2
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summary : college au | when the frontier between a crush and an obsession blurs, how can you draw the line ?
pairing : shy n clingy bf! jk x black fem! reader
genre : fluff, soft yandere | headcanons
word count : 2007, on going
warnings : stalking, fixation
author's note : it took me a while to overcome writer’s block for this story but I woke up motivated this morning and I literally just finished writing all of it in one sitting 🤭 there will be 2 or 3 more chapters left after this one ! hope u enjoy loves ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪
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2/ forbearance, solitude & craving
- Enactment of the plan
it is time. his plan is finally in motion
he’s going to get you, at all cost.
he already had a good amount of photography in stock but he spent the week producing a fresh batch of pictures for the application
he took his camera and clicked everywhere towards everything
stills of landscapes, animals in action, objects and art pieces, people moving…
he had to make his application absolutely perfect to be sure he’d be with you
and he did ; his work was outstandingly pretty and always held some sort of longing/nostalgic feelings that could be felt by the observer
you could tell in them that the photographer took his time to wait for the correct angle, the perfect movement of the subjects and the right amount of reflection of light before he captured each images
this batch process was so amusing and sort of therapeutic to him because he got to get back to photography, which he didn’t have that much time to do since he started college
but the best part of it all :
he started taking pictures of you.
he didn’t even intend to do it at first
him taking a broad picture of the campus’ park wanting to capture the nature coupled with the students go on with their occupations
but when he looked back at it, there you were
on the 3rd plan, almost totally blending yourself with the paysage ; yet looking so outstandingly beautiful… almost angelic
then he decided to hit click more often whenever he would run into you
he always made sure he’d stay far enough so that you don’t notice him ; but close enough so that he could capture you in the upmost quality
each picture were of you doing insignificant things like walking around campus with your earphones on ; reading at a local café ; eating and laughing with some friends of yours ; studying and looking so cute with your frowning eyebrows
he held each one of these so close to his heart
he even created a whole folder on his computer compiling all of the photos he took of you
he was dreaming of the day you’d pose just for him, looking right in his objective with your bright eyes and piercing gaze
he was dreaming of the day you’ll be his and all he would do everyday is follow you around with his camera and snap pictures of you doing anything with him
anyways
he submitted his application for the club and of course got accepted
the first classes would start two weeks from now
he absolutely couldn’t wait to finally be near you
- battling loneliness
he was right : he definitely couldn’t wait.
the two weeks are up and the first photography class starts tomorrow
the wait was overbearing and painful
but he swallowed his suffering
because he knew that patience is the most important part of the plan.
for it to work out perfectly it was necessary to wait
to pass time, on top of taking more pictures of you, he started to write poems
his feelings for you were growing more and more everyday without a mean of escape ; he had to find something to externalize them before he turned absolutely crazy
at the beginning, it wasn’t exactly poems, but little journal entries destined to you, since he cannot contact you directly just yet
technically he could but he was far too much of a coward to ever try to make a move in real life
the messages started soft and short — like 2/3 phrases short — and were very descriptive with no definite style whatsoever
“seeing your beautiful face made me feel so happy today. You are the ruler of my heart.”
but.. he felt so… ashamed ? uncomfortable ? because he never wrote anything before and he thought it was so lame
the more he wrote, the more he got bold and tried new ways to express himself
so he started using more imagery and very sentimental turn of phrases and the little messages turned to poems, each longer and more complex than the previous ones
“if anyone asks me to prove my love for you, I’ll ask them to let you speak on my grave and watch how I come back to life right before their eyes, to bask in your angelic voice and presence.”
he wanted to write the best poems so that you could really see how much love he held for you
so that he could prove to you that he was perfect and deserving of your love and attention
he was getting more confident in his writing but he felt like it would never be enough to truly capture the entirety of your outstanding beauty the purity of your heart and aura
and each poem or picture from afar reminded him of how lonely he was, and how you weren’t his yet
but he had to stay strong, because soon he’ll be close to you
- eventually : the liberation
he had so much trouble to sleep
he was so excited because today was finally the day he’d been waiting for for so long
the day of the first photography class
he wanted to look good and make a great first impression so he spent half the night choosing an outfit
settling for a baggy grey t-shirt and black cargo pants because he didn’t feel ready to be noticed by you just yet
and he definitely needed to update his wardrobe… too much dark and baggy clothes
he noticed you were very stylish and he daydreamed about going shopping with you more than once
he wanted to be your doll to dress up as you please and have matching outfits with you
he also wanted to see you in the clothes that he chose himself just for you. he’s convinced that they’ll suit you so well
so much so that he had a ton of carts waiting on lots of different website, just ready to buy and send for you to wear
anyways
he was so so nervous
but, his excitement exceeded his nervousness and apprehension
he barely ate anymore these days but at some point he decided to eat properly, get back in the gym and do his skincare
because he knew that you wouldn’t want your boyfriend to not take care of himself
and if he cannot care for himself, how can he even pretend that he’ll be able to care for you ??
he was proud of himself and his love for you because you made him a better man without even meeting him yet
he knew that each and every day he was becoming more and more perfect for you
fast forward to the afternoon, and 2pm
the class started at 2:30 pm, be he came here early just so he could admire you enter the class, and also choose the best seating area for the both of you
he settled for the middle row on the very left side
because he knew you love to sit on the front row on the right side. so this place would allow him to look at your side profile and stare at you all that he wants without you noticing him.
it was perfect
time went by, and the classroom started filling up slowly
he knew you’d come in last, so he put a little book on one of the chairs in the front row so nobody would take your spot
and just like clockwork, you arrived right before the class started
the only chair available the one that he reserved for you
you looked around to see if the person who left the book was here, and your neighbor told you that he saw nobody claim back the seat so you just sat there
when you did, shivers travelled his whole body from head to toe.
he felt so proud of himself and also so thankful that you were accepting his first ever move towards you. His first proof of his love for you.
the class started but he did not listen one bit
he was so mesmerized by your beauty and your closeness
he was already following you around to your place of study like the library or cafes to look at you ; but he never got the courage to get any closer.
you being just 2 rows in front of him was the closest he’s ever been
he was savoring each and every second, before a miracle occurred.
the photograph professor called out your name and asked you to present yourself in front of the class
apparently everyone would have to
he quickly pulled out his phone and started the dictaphone
then you spoke up and started presenting yourself in front of the whole class
he felt himself melt on the spot
your voice so clear and full of assurance, as you spilled precious details about yourself that he’ll spend the rest of his life cherishing
you said that you love photography, you draw, you write and you read. And you talked about being really excited to start this class and do your best to express yourself through your photography
he could cry right here and there. this was so much more than he would even dare to ask for
but he was getting nervous again. because this means that he would have to present himself next
he started shaking his leg uncontrollably and his hands started sweating. he didn’t expect to have to speak up and be noticed by you so early in the plan
but he had to be strong for you and not let his timidness consume him
his time came. everyone turned around to look at him, including you
he couldn’t bear meeting your gaze and looking at you in the eyes so he looked straight in front of him, aiming towards the professor
however if he did hold your gaze, he would have seen how your eyes kind of lit up looking at him
it was so difficult for him to speak up and not stutter but he did his best
you only had to say what brought you here and your other hobbies. Some people told more, some less. He opted for the less.
« Hello all. I’ve been doing photography for years and decided to enroll as soon as I knew of the existence of this club. Other than photography, I enjoy gaming, working out and writing poems. That’s all »
the professor thanked him and moved on the the next person
he felt his nerves relax and released a breathe he didn’t know he was holding
he hoped he made a good impression on you mentioning working out and writing. Since you love writing, you have now a second shared interest and he also overheard you talk about how you like fit guys so he was sure he hit all the right spots
he spent the rest of the class not listening one bit, just looking at you being focused on the class
at the end of it, he pretended to take longer to pack up his things and when everyone left the classroom he went over to your seat
your sweet scent lingered on the spot and he was incredibly jealous of the person that sat next to you
you smelt a mix of vanilla and cinnamon with a hint of sweet citrus fruit
he wanted to bottle up the air and take it home with him if he could
he went back to his dorm with so much contentment and happiness within his heart
now that he got you close he wanted more. and he would have it
for the first time of his life, he grew confidence and decided to act on his impulse
and his impulse led him to accelerate the plan : he’ll contact you even from afar.
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ginnyw-potter · 3 months
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Experimentally in love Chapter 1/9: The Chosen One
Summary: Ginny volunteers to participate in an experiment to help out her friend Luna with her research. In this experiment, they track the progress of a couple's affection and romantic feelings while simulating a real relationship. To ensure optimal results, they are trying to reach a large group of men to find the best compatible match with Ginny. Ron's friend, Harry, is asked to join. Ginny assured him he would likely not be the chosen one and to just fill in the survey. Rated E for one (1) smut scene.
Harry walked up to Ginny, who was waiting on the half wall by the campus café. She pushed off it when she saw him nearing. He halted in front of her silently. She blinked up at him without saying anything either.
“You won’t be chosen,” he quoted her.
Her cheeks flushed as she looked away from him for a moment. “I couldn’t have guessed we’d be highly compatible.”
“The most out of 200 men?” he asked.
She looked back at him, almost looking peeved. “350.”
“Oh, wow.” He shook his head. “I couldn’t have guessed that either.” He looked at the café. “If this is a date, am I paying?”
Ginny excitedly whipped out a card. “No! Our dates are funded by the research budget.”
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bad-surprise · 7 months
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at the museum, with you across the way
chapter 19: these things take forever, i especially am slow
haladriel modern au | E | 68.1k | 19/?
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tblsomedoodles · 1 year
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Finally properly designed Morgan
They're just a college student with a passion for tomato plants. Like those plants are one of the few things that they actually care about. They don't even like eating tomatoes, they just like growing the plants and will give away the tomatoes at any given opportunity. The turtles always know when Donnie's met up with Morgan simply because he comes home with his hoodie pocket full of tomatoes.
and i imagine they're in a sweater and scarf when out b/c, compared to how warm they keep their apartment for the plants, everywhere else feels cold.
i should draw them more, they're fun.
anyways, here's a bonus of Morgan without their scarf so you can see how cute their hair is down lol
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(also coincidentally without glasses b/c it was on the same layer)
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triona-tribblescore · 6 months
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gonna start drawing up the next anlfm update today~ Will it be done today? thats a different question...
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starlitcrows · 2 years
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differences between the fic sephs and a ch 14 lil young sephiroth doodle
[fic here]
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=_= someone left a comment saying that matcha is similar to another fic and I can't tell if they're tryna say the fic is good bc the other one is like unanimously accepted as a masterpiece
Or if they're tryna imply that I stole it
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navybrat817 · 5 months
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Navy's Nonsense: 12/11 - 12/17
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Oh, the weather outside is frightful, lovelies. Planned fic below will post this week. Anything else shared if there's time is extra. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog so you don't miss out on any new fics, updates, or polls. ❤️
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Unplanned nonsense posted 12/11 - Photogenic (College!Bucky Barnes x Reader)
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Unplanned nonsense posted 12/14 - Traditions and Innovation (Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Reader)
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Unplanned nonsense posting 12/15 - Lockdown (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
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Did you miss last week's Nonsense? No worries! Check it out here. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
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triplethreatsonic · 3 months
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Hey so... I've been working on this again
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