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catholicartistsnyc · 4 years

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Meet Sister Desiré Anne-Marie Findlay

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Sister Desiré Anne-Marie Findlay is a Felician sister, dancer, writer and artist. She dances live on her Instagram (@sister_d) and blogs at Religious Life for Beginners. You can also catch her performances and videos about life as a religious sister on her YouTube channel.

In September 2020, Catholic Artist Connection’s Laura Pittenger spoke with Sister Desiré about dance, creativity in religious life, and how the Church can better serve its artists, particularly those of color. An edited and condensed version of that conversation is included below:

LAURA PITTENGER (LP): I have to tell you, I mentioned to a friend that I was going to interview a Felician sister about her art and my friend said, “Is this the sister who dances on instagram? I LOVE HER.” You have a lot of fans!

SISTER DESIRÉ FINDLAY (SDF): I joke with my friends that I’m like a “small big deal.” (Editor’s note: As of this writing, she has over 3,500 followers on Instagram. We think she’s a regular big deal.)

LP: Where are you currently living and where are you from originally?

SDF: I live in Pittsburgh, PA, but I was born in Biloxi, Mississippi and grew up in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I also lived in California and Connecticut for awhile. Right now I live with one other sister in my community, which varies wherever I go. I’ve lived with 20 to 6 sisters at a time. My favorite was when there were three of us. It was a cool balance, we all traveled a lot, two of us we’d hang out and welcome the third back home, and another would leave and return and we’d welcome her home. it was like a seamless kind of movement.

LP: How did you become a dancer?

SDF: It started when I was very young. My mom put me in ballet at three years old. We lived in Germany because my dad was in the Air Force, and I remember being in ballet class, running around in a circle on my tiptoes, and I started crying. Maybe because everything was in German! So when we moved back to the U.S., she put me in gymnastics. I went back into ballet for seven years, and in high school I joined the dance team. I learned other dance styles, jazz and hip-hop, those are my fun energy-based dances, but ballet has stayed my favorite. But what I do now is contemporary, not classical.

LP: Who are some dancers that you admire and who inspired you as a child?

SDF: Actually it was more like gymnasts. There were two I remember: Dominique Moceanu and Dominique Dawes. I don’t even think I considered this as a child, but now that I look back on it, it makes sense because they both have darker skin, or darker hair, or are from a different culture. They both reflected me and my sister, we looked up to them. They were just so good, and we could see ourselves in them. Watching them, it was like I could see myself in performing arts too.

LP: In the interview you did with America Magazine last year [above] you mentioned that dance for you is like a prayer. Could you share a little more about that?

SDF: I never experienced dance as prayer until I was invited to do a prayerful dance for an event. I didn’t know that was possible or that dance could be anything other than performance. The event was a dance to celebrate sisters who had spent 60 to 75 years in the convent. When I noticed that I was inviting all of us in the community to speak with God through my dance, I was like - dance can do this? I can speak to God with my entire body. I didn’t know why I hadn’t been doing that.

I don’t do a lot of formal dance as prayer. I do lead group sometimes or on social media, and people can join in if they want. It’s spontaneous. I don’t choreograph unless i’m leading, but I like to just find whatever song is standing out to me at the time, and let it move me. Sometimes you hear songs that you have to move to, very prayerful songs, some by Audrey Assad, for example, that let us reflect on God and our lives. Sometimes a song will come to me and be in my head for awhile and I just need to dance it out, or I’m in a mood, and look through my songs on my iPad and see what songs I have.

For example, in Advent, The Piano Guys have this cover of O Come O Come Emmanuel that’s instrumental. (I love that song, even though we hear it all season, I don’t get tired of it.) For some reason their instrumental version was stuck in my head, their version. I could not stop thinking about it, and I thought I’d dance it out. Even though there were no lyrics to it, I really felt that song. The line about captives being set free - I could express that through my limbs, that freedom, to be captive and set free by this amazing God who came to be human.

LP: What kind of support within the Felician community have you received for your dance, and how do you think religious communities can benefit from having artists in them?

SDF: My community has been very supportive of me in many things already anyway, but I would say when it comes to dance, on a personal basis my sisters will ask me about it, or send emails or call, or just when I see them at gatherings - “How are you doing? I’ve been reading about you! Keep up good work.” Or they ask if I’ve been using my dance, if they haven’t seen it lately. The community invites me to dance for events, like the Transitus of St. Clare of Assisi - when she passed away and went to her Spouse in Heaven, we have a ceremony to commemorate that. They asked me to pray that out in dance. So they’re not just encouraging me to dance, but asking me to do it for gatherings.

I’m not the only artist. We have so many creative sisters. The sisters have the space to really pursue their creative skills or put them to use somehow. One sister does all our communications and designs our prayer spaces and booklets. She probably would have been like an interior designer or graphic designer, but here she is enhancing our gatherings with her talents. Sometimes you need something to look appealing to make people want to care. Creativity adds to life, I think, color, personality.

LP: There are so many religious orders out there. What drew you to the Felician sisters?

SDF: I was in college when I met them, it was on a 100-mile pilgrimage. I didn’t know it was going to be 100 miles, or that it was to pray for vocations. I’m not a detail person - God just knows how to work with me! God’s just like, “Come do this.” I signed up for the pilgrimage for the cultural aspect, to walk through pueblos. I love my New Mexican heritage. I had no thought about it being a Catholic pilgrimage. I met these two Felician sisters on the pilgrimage, and I had never heard of the order in my life. They were so different, one gentle introvert and one loud, happy extrovert. I love that they are just themselves. They don’t have to be anybody else, to be like or look like or act like each other. They can just be. So I thought, maybe I could be myself. I had thought of religious life before, to be able to pray and serve, that’s cool, but it was never something I thought I saw in my future, until I met them.

LP: What is the formation process like for the Felician sisters?

SDF: Entering the Felicians is a nine-year process, minimum. Other orders can take six years minimum. It deepens in intensity as you go, but the first year I was still going to school and living on my own, so I’d visit with them and had a director. Then I moved in my second year and learned about the community and the saints. I became a novice and learned more about spiritual aspect of the community and my spiritual life. And then after that, four years later, I made my first vows. That’s when I moved out and was a sister, living the vows, but it still wasn’t forever, I could still change my mind. That stage is six years by itself. This August 15, 2020, was my one-year anniversary of making final vows. So it’s been 10 years.

LP: How do you think the Catholic church can do better, starting right now, in supporting artists - and in your case, artists of color? Or Catholics of color in general?

SDF: I think even just this conversation, reaching out to us. Because we can try and create our own spaces to voice what we want to voice and share art we want to share, but unless we’re invited to share, it’s not going to get into a larger space. A Felician sister is a member of the The Stained Glass Association of America, and she said lately they’ve been getting calls from churches with predominantly Black parishioners with churches with stained glass of only white people, and they’re saying, “This doesn’t reflect our church, and Jesus wasn’t white, and we want diversity, how do we do that? How do we go about changing these windows? How do we invite artists of color into this industry? How do we bring more diversity in, to reflect the church we have?” It’s just by invitation, that’s where it starts. The sisters invited me to do this dance. Invitation.

LP: What would you say to someone who feels drawn to both their art or performance but also might feel a call to religious life? Do you think art can also be a form of vocation?

SDF: Like I said, I’m not a detail person, so I wouldn’t have looked up or researched anything. I go as my life unfolds. I don’t plan things. I know there are people out there who think they need to research everything - I didn’t do any of that. Everyone has a different way of discerning. When it comes to vocation and living your full authentic self, including your creativity, whatever form that takes, your passion - it could be immigration policy - there are ways to incorporate that into your vocation, whether you’re married, a sister, or a layperson. Do a little research and say, “Is that community open to that?” In some communities, everybody has the same ministry. In mine, you get to choose your own. There are communities where you can be an immigration lawyer. If I wanted to be a heart surgeon, I can be!

You have to know what your non-negotiables are. The goodness of God - He already knew my non-negotiable was my creativity, and I didn’t realize that. God led me to a community at the right time and in a way that spoke to me. I just said i’m going with it. Nothing else seemed to fit.

We have a style of dress we like to wear as Felician sisters, but we have an option. You can be more traditional, or you can wear a dress and make sure you wear a crucifix. There are some guidelines, but you get to choose. You can be an individual.

Pay attention to what speaks to you. Pay attention to what brings resistance in a community. Knowing that I can be so creative is part of what makes my vocation so fruitful. I can design notebooks! I can share things on social media on my own time. I never knew that’s what i wanted. After I realized dance could be prayer, I want everything I do to have that kind of meaning. That was my non-negotiable. God said, “I gave you these gifts.” It reminds me of the story of Abraham and Isaac. When I was going to enter the Felician sisters, I thought that I’d probably have to give up dance, God said, “I gave it to you.” I was willing to give it up, but God gave it back to me a hundredfold. I’ve gotten to teach dance here and abroad. I never thought I’d do anything like that.

LP: Do you have any words of advice for other Catholic artists who may be struggling right now amid the COVID-19 pandemic and everything else in the world?

SDF: I was very much struggling when all this started. I was used to traveling and meeting lots of people all over the place. I felt very seen, very heard. Suddenly I was in my own little world, and I didn’t have to get up or go anywhere. Before, I was being invited to spaces, but now I have to create spaces for myself. I wasn’t posting dance videos until the pandemic happened. I wanted to connect, but couldn’t in the ordinary way. My suggestion would be to create the connection that you feel you’re missing, because a lot of us were connecting in ways we were used to: coffee, concerts...

Whether we are an observer or an artist, we’re used to connecting through creativity. Now we have to find ways to share that creativity and enjoy it in different spaces. So to be open to those, it means a lot of technology. It still matters and makes a difference for others. I’ve felt a change in myself, being able to connect with people through technology and through Zoom dance group. At first I didn’t want to do it, but people were asking to experience dance as prayer. The Zoom group is open for anyone, but now I’ve just been doing Instagram and Facebook live. I just tried it for the first time last month. I didn’t know people were craving this different type of prayer experience until people started sharing it. Even when I was unwilling, God created this space for myself and other people and I get to share this gift. Here we are praying together, with openness.

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heirs-of-prythian · 5 years

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5 Times Echo Wanted A Big Brother ... Part 1

Hi guys! I'm done with my newest fic about Azriel's Daughter Echo and Cadan, which is supposed to be a One-shot, but Tumblr is being a bitch about it, so I decided to split it into 6 parts for this website. I'll post a new part everyday.

If you want to read the whole fic, you can find it on Ao3. The link is in my Fic Masterlist, which is linked in my blog description.

This fic is also for the anon, who requested a Fic about adult Cadan. I have played with this fic idea for a long time, but your request has finally pushed me to writing it. I hope you like it.

This (when completed) fic is my longest fic yet! And I hope you'll have as much reading it, as I did writing it.

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Three little girls are playing together. Three little girls are twirling and running and jumping around in colorful dress. What game they were exactly playing nobody knows. They seem to change the rules on a whim. Only a child could imagine a coherent game that includes tiny pink painted wood swords, six blankets, 15 pillows, 20 stuffed animal toys, two pack of Card Games, Three flags on sticks, 12 tiaras, a bed, chalk, two buckets, two tiny tables, three sets of children tea sets and for whatever reason one broom. Whatever they were playing, the three little girls are having the time of their life, screaming a war cry, jumping from the bed onto the heap of pillows they just laid out before climbing on top of the bed.

The first to jump down is the oldest of the three, being over 5 years old. Her Raven black hair is in a very messy braid, some of her hair already escaped and falls wildy into her face. On her head sits slightly crooked a violet tiara. Her face is flushed from playing and screaming. The blush makes her freckles across her cheeks and nose stand out. Her blue-grey eyes are sparkling like stars on a clear night sky. She was also the palest of the three. Matching the tiara, she is wearing a violet dress. Two playing cards stick out from her dress pockets. Her dark bat-like wings are tucked behind her tightly. She is barefoot. Her hands are covered in blue chalk, as is her forehead and her dress. She lands with a soft thump in the mountains of pillows, nearly being completely swallowed by them. With a laugh she frees herself from it and races back to the other side of the bed to climb on top again.

The second to jump was also the second oldest, having just turned 5 years old two weeks ago. She also had a braid as the girl before her, but it came apart not that long ago. Her black hair is tucked behind her ears, keeping it out of her face. The green tiara is almost falling off her head. Her amber brown eyes are alight with joy. Her chubby cheeks are red. The golden skin nearly glowing. To keep up the trend, her green dress matches her tiara, but instead of cards, a tiny teddy bear is peaking out her pocket. Her wings, the same as the first one's, are folded neatly. She is wearing two different colored socks, one light blue, one dark pink. Her hands seem to be clean, but her dress has white chalk stains.

She jumps and lands on her back with a delighted laugh, before she rolls down the pillow mountain. Jumping back up, she runs around her bed to climb up again. Yes, the girls are certainly playing in her room.

The last and the youngest one, is only 4 years and 6 months old. And she looks the most different from the other two. Her gold brown hair is braided into five different braids that fall messily around her head and face. Her blue tiara fell off some time again. Now her hair is covered in different chalk colors. As was half her face. Her almost bronze colored skin makes the chalk even more stand out. Her fawn brown eyes shine like sunshine and she smiles a big and toothy grin. Her blue dress was also covered in chalk. As are her hands and barefoot feet. She looks like she fell into a pool of chalk dust and rolled around in it. She could make clouds by moving. Her pockets seem to contain two play tea cups and chalks.

She jumps with a scream and lands with a chalk cloud and a giggle. She tries to get out of the pillow mountain before she was completely submerged. After she managed to crawl out of it with the encouragement of the other two, she just continues crawled around the bed while laughing.

This goes on for two more rounds, when they are interrupted. “Girls, it's late! Could you please clean up before you two get picked up?” Asks a beautiful winged female in the doorway, looking over the chaos the girls have created. The girls make a sound of disappointed.

“Mom, can't we play just a little longer, please?” Pleads the second one with puppy-eyes. “Yes, please?” The other two follow suit. “I'm sorry, Echo, girls, but I have already let you play way longer than usual and this is a mess.” The girls make a grunt in disappointment, but say a small, but defeated fine. But Echo's mother wasn't done. “Arianna, Aurelia, wash of the chalk first.” The girls look down on themselves and than internally agree that yes that should be off before they clean up. “Where did you even get that? We don't own chalk.” “I brought it with me. But now it seem it gone up in dust and clouds of dust.” Aurelia, the chalk covered child admitted with a solemn smile at nothing in particular.

“Move, Aura we still need to wash it off, before we can help Echo!” Arianna, the oldest, demands. She pushes Aura slightly into the direction of the bathroom and while pointing at Echo, who already picks the tea sets back together where they were strewn around In-between stuffed animals and blankets. Ari takes Aura's hand impatiently and strings her behind her, before Aura could move herself. Giggling at being dragged forward, Aura starts skipping to catch up with Ari. Echo meanwhile finds Aura's tiara and places it on her dresser. With a fond smile, Leda, the only grown up in the house at the moment, leaves her daughter and her nieces to their own chaos.

After ten minutes and some shouting and sounds of chaos, which don't sound promising, the doorbell rings. At the sound the girls let out a shriek and the sounds out of Echo's room get more fanatic and chaotic. Shaking her head with a smile, Leda opens the door to reveal three fae. The first through the door and greeting and hugging his Auntie Leda, is Artemas, a Raven haired and lanky fae and Arianna's older brother. The red haired and rather tall female, Hemera, Aurelia's oldest sister, greets and hugs Leda next. The last one, a black haired and buff Half-Illyrian, Cadan, her nephew and the other's cousin, copies Art and Hemy.

“Girls, your pickups are here!” Leda shouts and ushers her older niece and nephews, into the living room.

“We're almost done!” Ari screams back, immediately. “You have five minutes, Ari! Dinner at home is already ready. So move your butts!” Art shouts back. “You said butts!” Aura's giggles can be heard in the living room. “We also don't have that much time, Aura! Mom said dinner's almost ready and grandpa is visiting for dinner.” Hemera hollers back. “We're almost done!” Echo shouts calmly back.

“You want anything to drink, dears?” Leda asks already standing up. “No need Aunt Le, we're fine.” Cadan says and tugs her down to sit again. It wasn't the biggest surprise to see Cadan here, even if he didn't have anyone to pick up. He loves his younger cousins, and was most probably just hanging out with Hemy and Art before coming here. And just decided to go with them, either due to boredom, to hang out with his best friends more, or to see his younger cousins.

He is always welcome in their home, Leda is just happy to see him again.

As they wait for the girls to be done cleaning up, the trio and Leda just talked about trivial things and updates in their personal and familial lifes. At the same time they also partly listen to the sounds of madness from Echo's room.

“I think we're done!” Echo says as she stands in from of her closed door, looking over her room. Ari and Aura standing beside her, nodding and looking rather proud. The room does infact look pretty clean. Here and there are still some things out of place, but otherwise the room looks vastly different from a few minutes before. Both Ari and Aura already had their bags and shoes in hand. Aura's tiara has found its way back on her head. Ari's braid had been so loose that she needed to open it up and put her hair into a ponytail.

Echo opens the door and let's a storming Ari and a skipping Aura out before she follows them to the living room. As they march, if you can call it marching with one charging, one skipping and one jogging, into the living room, the adults in the room stood. Because they know what's comes next.

The Archeron-Night greeting ritual.

A family tradition they adore.

A spiel to say hello and goodbye.

A thing they always do. And always will do.

And the spiel begins.

Ari immediately charges to Hemera and jumps into her open and waiting arms. Ari screams a delighted “Hi, Little Sun!” while Hemy in return mumbles a “Hi, Little Night!” into Ari's hair, avoiding the tiara.

Aura at the same time bounces into Cadan's outstretched arms with a sunny “Hilla, Little Hero!”. Cad laughs out a “Hilla, Sunshine!”, as Aura knocks into him.

Echo, a moment behind Aura, jumps into Art, his arms coming only around her as she makes contact with him. She greets him with a merry “Hi, Little Moon!”. Art purrs out a content “Hi, Little Wonder!” against her temple.

They all hug for a few seconds, before the girls are released and already jumping to the next person.

The spiel continues.

This time Ari lands in Cadan's arms, Aura in Art's and Echo in Hemy's. Greetings are exchanged again and the hugs last a little.

And the spiel is finished for now.

Ari finally jumps into her older brother’s arms and greets him the same as the others. Aura also is now in her oldest sister's arms and greets her in kind. Echo on the other hand lands into arms of one of her only three male cousins, Cadan. The only other male cousin she has, beside Art, is Morpheus, Aunt Mor's son. But Echo likes Cadan the best from her male cousins, even if Art is a good challenger for the top spot.

“Why do you all stink like chalk?” Hemy asks as she sniffs Aura and the air. “Because we played with chalk!” Aura begins merrily. “It got a little out of hand” Echo continues a little apologetic. “Aura was practically dosed in it!” Ari finishes their statement, swinging her feet. “I made pretty chalk dust clouds!” Aura tells them in a wondrous tone, as if she is imagine them in her head.

“Oh Sunshine, you'll definitely need to take a bath before dinner!” Hemera begins as Aura cheers at the mention of bathing. She does like bathing time. A lot. “A quick one, because Mom would never let you to the table like that.” Aura just hums and tilts her head.

“I don't need a bath right? Art?” Ari suddenly asks loudly, drawing the attention to her. Art sniffs and looks at her closely. “I don't think so, Ari. I think a change of clothes should do,” Art shrugs “Now say goodbye to Auntie Leda, Hemy and Cad, Echo and Aura, in that order.” And he sets her down, vanishing her bag and shoes.

At this Echo realizes, she is still in Cadan's warm and strong embrace. She had been in the same height as her friends and was not looking up to them as she most of the time would.

Looking up at them was not one of Echo's favorite things to do. It reminded her of something she doesn't like to think about. That she is an only child and is envious of Ari and Aura having older siblings. By the mother she would love to have an older sibling, she dreams of it sometimes, what it would be like to have an older brother or sister. A big brother like Artemas or Cadan. That would be the dream. A dream that will never come true.

Echo is suddenly startled out of her envious thinking, as Cadan sets her down too, to say goodbye to the others.

And the whole spiel begins again.

Almost everybody hugs and says goodbye to almost everybody. Echo has a feeling she misses a small detail in the goodbye ritual of their family.

After the ritual was done, the two older faes with their little sisters in their arms move to the door, they are trailered by the rest. Finally goodbyes are said as Art and Hemy vanish into nothingness as the crossed the lawn.

Looking a little bit at where she last saw her cousins, Echo sighs, she needs to finish cleaning up her room. Her mother would not be that happy with the way it is right now. She turns and runs right into Cadan's leg.

Startled and baffled she looks up, eyes wide, mouth open in surprise and disbelief. Cadan raises both eyebrows at her. He can't raise one eyebrow.

“What are you still doing here?” Echo knows that the question is rude. But that's the only question that her brain is able to release. She hears her mother beginning of a reprimand, but Cadan throws his head back and laughs. Her mother sighs and smiles softly at Cadan and than goes back into the house.

“Because, Little Wonder, I was invited to dinner and I accepted.” Cadan tells her with a big grin, not acknowledging his Aunt Le's retreat. “And I didn't really had anything else to do today.”

Echo blinks at him and tilts her head with a frown. “Don’t you have Family dinner with Uncle Cass and Aunt Nesta?”

“Ha No, they have date night tonight. I would rather be anywhere but there.” He ends his statement with a shudder. Then he turns and asks into the house. “Speaking of dinner, can I help you with that, Aunt Le?”

“Don't be silly, Little Hero, you're a complete guest tonight. But if you really want to help, than help Echo finish cleaning up her room.” Her mother voice is carried over from the kitchen. The smell of roasted chicken and potatoes and spices is finally reaching the open doorway. Cadan chuckles and than bends down to pick Echo up again.

“Now Echo shall we start our quest of defeating the enemy in your room to report a victorious ending on our side to the Lady of the house?”

Echo starts laughing but nods as Cadan carries her into the house, letting the door close behind him, and into her room.

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And that's a wrap for the first part. Five more to go.

I hope you all like it. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.

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magnussenlau9-blog · 5 years

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Coloring in grey scale

So, hey, this is somewhat of a tutorial for those curious about some of my coloring and blending. I made this especially for anyone younger than me and is exploring digital art, but this is also for others who are curious about what I do. I love reading other artist’s comments and looking at their WIPs, so why not.

Another reminder: if you’re looking for my artwork, please follow @rainbow-illness and not this blog. All of my finished stuff goes there; usually, my works in progress (WIPs) or Angry Doodle Corner go here. Sometimes I use this blog to repost my art, but that is my official art blog, no this one. Not unless you like nonsensical posting and metal, then have at it. If you have any questions, don’t be afraid to hit me up, I love talking about art.

So I can’t always sit down and talk about my processes and how I go about doing them, but I was able to sit down and take some screencaps while I was working on my iPad Pro. Using the iPad is actually my first choice to draw on because of the convenience of carrying it around like a sketchbook, whereas my laptop isn’t always easy to carry around--it’s a big laptop. While I use my iPad, I also like to go back and correct things, recolor, re-proportion, or spend more time privately working on a drawing. I have my iPad with me, all the time, so I’m out in places usually like Starbucks doing this. I also struggle with pretty bad PTSD and agoraphobia, so having my iPad out with my headphones on gives me an excuse to put my mind elsewhere to calm down. My family just usually looks at me and goes “oh, she’s working on her art again”; I did this as a kid, too, only with sketchbooks.

I do not have a Cintiq either, though I would absolutely love one. This laptop is capable of using a stylus, but I think I need a better one to do it with. All I’m using is a cheap Wacom Bamboo tablet that I’ve had for five years, that’s it. Everything I’ve done on this blog has been on a small surface. So if you’re just dabbling into art, don’t beat yourself up for having the small stuff, I’ve worked with small stuff and still do. The only thing I have that’s not small is, well, the space and processor on my laptop are much faster than any other laptop I’ve owned, bought especially for graphic design classes and my artwork.

So, that being said lemme just forewarn some of you guys. My artwork is all done in two to three layers! Yes, you read that right! Why? When I was 16, I didn’t have a Wacom tablet to mess with, so I had to use a mouse and learned from there. When I turned 18, I got my first Wacom tablet while working my first official job and the family computer didn’t have a good processor. So when I got my first official laptop, it was basic and not made to run anything beyond the web browser and such, it could barely handle Photoshop. It did, however, run Paint Tool SAI with no issue (which is why I still prefer it over anything I use), it just couldn’t handle more than five layers. After losing my drawings constantly and not being able to do anything in the prized software I’ve been eyeing since my Sophmore year of high school, I found a workaround with it.

And that’s what I’m going to write about here. With that in mind, no, you do not have to limit your layers! I’ve taken traditional art classes so my first instinct is to literally paint over my stuff like I would on a canvas. If you don’t want to do that, you don’t have to! Yes, I am nuts.

That being said, let's do this.

If you haven’t taken traditional art classes, that’s cool! I’m going to be using some art terms you haven’t heard of, but you definitely will when you take your first ever drawing class. These terms are foreground, value, negative space, contour, and weighted line (I’ve seen it called line weight too). For the more experienced art students who are likely groaning over that stupid contour practice from that book “Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain”, I’m sorry, guys. Newbies, you are going to know this.

And you are going to hate it. While I still hate it and, yeah, my eyes are rolling into my skull right now just even talking about it, there are some useful practices in here that I... actually use. Who would have thought? At least we’re not talking about still lives.

Anyway, here’s what I’M going to say that some art teachers will not tell you but I want anyone to read this to know:

- Do not obsess over your drawing to look exactly like your reference. Just don’t. Forget this completely, worry about it later or don’t even worry about it at all. This is your style, your interpretation.

- Digital art is hard. Art is hard! Practice makes perfect and you learn over time just by studying (looking at) other pieces of art. It took me like well over 10 years to find my own little niche and I’m still playing around with coloring styles. I have a lot.

- If you’re just starting to draw with a tablet of any kind, play around with it. My first official program was a cheaper version of Paint Shop Pro and when I first got it when I was 14, I sat around and experimented on layers to see what it would look like. Explore!

- When you start drawing figures or faces, try not to think of it as, well, face or a figure. Reduce it to basic shapes, like squares, triangles, and circles.

Greyscale can establish light source, value, scale, and negative space.

I don’t always use greyscale for my art, but when I do, I appreciate it because it makes my life easier. For example, Alphonse Mucha’s pieces here from his “Slav Epic”.

Chances are, you’ve seen Mucha’s art nouveau on prints, fanart, fabrics, and all of that. But Mucha did so much more and he is a huge influence on me for a reason. By the greyscale we see here, we can see foreground/subject with each illustration. Mucha is using value (that’s shadow) to emphasize this, in addition to negative space (background) to draw you in, just by using black and white. Notice how the other subjects don’t have such a powerful contrast and light source versus the other, especially the woman on the left. Mucha made his art pop by his understanding of contrast.

For this first part of this entry, I’m going to be using Papa Emeritus II from “Ghost”... who is a good example of how to draw faces, too. Huh. Regardless of what drawing program you’re using, keep your opacity low, at 50%.

Simplicity at its finest

Instead of focusing a lot on Emeritus’ face, I’m going to focus on the negative space behind him. I’m using this to define his figure. This is a good picture because of the stark contrast, though, it’s a little tricky because it is really contrasted and you can’t see where the light source really is. But that is okay! I am going in and just using this negative space, the contour of his head and torso. Before I even think of a face, I want to softly go in and use black (or grey) to fill up that negative space. Keep it simple and work your way up.

After I lightly fill in the negative space around him, I can start lightly going in and establish his face by blocks of shadow. And this is why Emeritus II is such a good example for this kind of work. I don’t usually start going in and drawing eyes, I rely on the shadows of the face to see where their eyes, ears, lips, and such lie.

Here’s another example (though, it’s old):

This is in my maroon style underpaint, which is what I post most of the time. For their faces, I just used basically eye sockets to start working on their faces, like Papa Emeritus II down below. Again, this dude is a great example.

Here is where it may get a little funky. I created a new layer and set that layer to Multiply, still keeping that opacity low. Since I have no light source and I just want to create a really dramatic lighting, I made a vignette with a simple airbrush tool.

With that little vignette, you can create a new layer (unless you’re me, I just merge it down because of that constant fear of nonexistent software crashing) and I’m using the color pick tool to go back and forth to start using greys to really get into Emeritus’ face, especially his wrinkles. I’m painting over it constantly, switching back and forth between a paintbrush tool and color pick tool to blend. Again, keep your opacity low... unless you’re me and you’re feeling adventurous. You’ll also notice here that I have more than one photo reference. I use several for a lot of my art, so I encourage you to do the same. I had no idea what his jaw looked like, so I grabbed a second photo. Now that I have a better idea of where his hat ends on his forehead and how his nose looks, I start doing a weighted line.

Weighted line and Contour

Now is the dreaded talk. Of contour.

Welcome to Drawing I hell. This cursed image is from the book “How to Draw on the Right Side of the Brain” and if your teacher does not talk about this in your first drawing class, I am going to eat my hat... I have a hat lying around here somewhere. ANYWAY, the contour line exercise is basically you just using a neverending line for a drawing. I don’t know who drew this (and tbh, thanks a lot for every single boring assignment I’ve done in drawing classes), but this guy used contour lines for his drawing. I’m having war flashbacks over here, but I managed to find an art teacher’s page talking about different types of contour. My god, they are evolving.

Going back to our dear friend Papa Emeritus II, I used weighted line to start adding in little shadows to his face. Weighted line goes hand in hand with contour; it is a great technique to not only add details, but add little bits of shadows.

This is a simple example; the thicker line is adding to the shadow of the apple, giving it value!

Papa Emeritus II is such a good reference... I used him as inspiration for King Melwas here.

Gwenhwyfar is also a good example of weighted line. Gwen is essentially a very, very pale character. In contrast to Melwas, who is in darker clothing, Gwen is soft, she is the focal point in this drawing. For the little pieces of her hair, the corner of her lips, eyelashes, and her fingertips, I used a weighted line to establish these things, otherwise, Gwen is so pale, she’ll easily be washed out completely.

This drawing of Alice, which I’m still messing around with, is another example of how effective a weighted line can be with depth. The lines I added into her face, eyelashes, creases, hair, and fingers add those little details since everything I’ve done before like Papa Emeritus II was so soft with a low opacity on the brush settings.

Layer masks and curves

There are two ways you can color greyscale images.

You can do this by going into Layer > Adjustment Layer > Curves (this is how it looks like in Procreate).

This gives you a neat ol’ base color! I am playing around in the blues, adding soft hues of blue in their figures and the white in this picture can either turn blue, cream, or even green. You don’t have to use Blue, you can use any of the other colors. For me, I’m always drawn to blues. Another cool thing to play around with is Color Balance, which is underneath the same function as Curves.

But if you don’t have any of these, you can add a new layer, and do Multiply.

The only drawback to this, of course, is how destaturated (the lack of color) it looks. And yes, that’s an issue you will have and I did run into this while doing this. How I combat this is using additional layer masks. Believe it or not, Alice here was once at a grey scale, looking even more desaturated than Gwen.

For Alice’s face, I went in and use:

- Soft Light because she needed more peach and roses in her skin. Omri’s original drawing gave her a light rose blush so I wanted to do the same.

- Overlay to mask out the black lines from the greyscale I had.

- Lighten which I used to make her lips pinker, her apron’s shadows lighter, and parts of her hair brown.

The same went for Gwen, who is, again, very pale. But while she’s supposed to be pale, I didn’t wash her out completely. To add more saturation, I used a combination of Soft Light over my Multiply layer and Overlay to start working at the highlights on her hair, nose, and shoulder.

This little walkthrough isn’t as visual as I like, but with limited software like Fire Alpaca, GIMP, or Paint Tool SAI that don’t have the abilities of Photoshop in terms of color correction and playing around with colors, I really encourage you, readers, to play around with these tools. Using the color picker back and forth, especially after using layer masks, gives you an ability to mix and blend colors. The reason why I work with greyscale or a maroon under paint is that you can create brilliant colors and make a new palette; the trick is to constantly mess around with them. I never go in and flat out color anything, with the exception of things like “angry doodle corner” which is basically what I call my lazy drawings, drawings where I’m just honestly goofing off with.

So in summation...! Or me trying to summarize this.

Experiment and explore with layer masks and adjustments. Whoever says that using these tools isn’t real art, they’re wrong. And please don’t ever be afraid of using references of any sort! Alphonse Mucha is saved ten times over on this computer.

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1dreversebang · 6 years

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Thank you!

We’d like to take a minute to thank everyone who made our first 1D Reverse Bang such a wonderful success. We ended up with more than 40 fantastic fics and dozens of works of art, play lists, and mood boards. Thank you to all the authors and artists that participated, as well as all of you who read and recommended and reblogged posts. We couldn’t have done it without you.

In case you missed any of the fics that were posted, here’s a master post (in order of posting date) so you can catch up (most of it is under the cut)!

All I Want Is To Be Free by @lululawrence / prompt & art by @harrehleh

Uh, you saw photos? Of me wearing the shirt?”

The guy nodded eagerly while he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Yeah! I took a picture of the photo I saw so I could remember to look it up. Hold on.”

The guy scrolled through his phone and made a happy sound when he found it. “Here!”

Louis grabbed his phone to look at the picture. Yep. That confirmed it. He was going crazy.

The photo he was looking at was definitely one of him wearing his beloved shirt, but there was a taller man standing beside him, looking at him and laughing as Louis had his hand resting possessively on the guy’s hip. Louis had absolutely no recollection of this ever happening.

Or the one where Louis keeps finding photos around campus of him with a man he's never met before, and the only logical explanation must be he's going crazy.

I Want To Write You A Song by pigslay / @anna-wa // prompt & art by @birdstattoo

Harry Styles is a time traveler who uses the guitar, the microphone, and photography to ignore the pull in his stomach. Zayn Malik is a professional nature photographer who never expected to fall in love with something other than his work, much less a time traveler with brown curly locks. Together they go on an adventure more magical than either of them ever expected.

Let’s Watch The Flowers Grow by shhhhharlotte / @thwrites // prompt & playlist by @polkadotsvstripes

After finishing med school, Dr. Louis Tomlinson returns to his small hometown to give back to the place where his mother spent her last days. Dealing with recent loss and heartbreak make loving and opening up to people difficult, but something about Harry Styles makes it possible.

Gem and The Hunters: The Treasure of Babylon by AsphodelKnox / @iamasphodelknox // prompt & art by @neon--diamonds

“Were you so sure I would say yes?” Louis asked, already knowing the answer. “You’re my best friend, Louis Tomlinson. I know you better than you know yourself.” Niall pointed at him. “You say losing Babylon was terrible and you’re right, it was. But you wouldn’t turn down a second chance.” Louis rolled his eyes at his friend. “What makes you say that?” Niall just grinned. “You’re too curious.” - Louis Tomlinson wished, for one thing, his whole life: to find the ancient city of Babylon. After one failed attempt, he swore to never again attempt a search for the city. His friend, Niall Horan never pushed the issue, but when his family finds themselves in trouble, Niall’s only option is to convince Louis to try and find Babylon again. Niall enlists the help of two famous treasure hunters: Harry and Gemma Styles and their friend Liam Payne. Harry and Gemma love ancient cultures as much as Louis and would give anything to find Babylon. Liam is just along for the ride, running from a shade in his past. The five embark on the adventure of a lifetime… and find much more than any of them bargained for.

No One Like You by myownspark / @myownsparknow // prompt & art by @tomlinshires

Dear Niall,

I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.

Some background: as you may remember, I’ve been researching for a book I’m writing about Harry Styles. I’ve been in communication with Styles’ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.

Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.

Are you up for a trip to France?

Sincerely, Liam Payne

Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.

We’re What’s Right In This World by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite // prompt & mood board by @alivingfire

“Why did you talk like that in Brighton? If you weren’t planning on ever telling me?” Louis asked. “Is it because you think you’re going to die?”

“It’s war, Lou,” Harry said finally.

The words were a knife slipped between his ribs. Everything hurt and he was bleeding. He shifted up, his palms cradling Harry’s jaw, his lips against his boy’s. Not kissing, just resting there, so Louis could feel him. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Harry’s hands smoothed down the sides of Louis’ body. “You know I can’t do that. I’ll never lie to you.”

“Promise me. We’re going to have our cottage. And our dogs. And our breakfast in the garden where nothing grows because of the wind from the sea. Promise me.”

“I won’t.” Stubborn as always, his boy. “I’ll promise you, I’ll love you all my life. I’ll promise you, you’ll never leave my thoughts. I’ll promise you, you’re my forever and my always. But promising you something I can’t cheapens the things I can.” ---- Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.

Too Much To Bare by soloistharold / @flickeralbum // prompt, art, & original song by @be-brave13

"From where Harry was sitting, Louis’ face looked more angular, more mature. He found himself studying Louis’ features, from the way his hair fell against his forehead, to the prominence of his cheekbones, to the dip of his cupid’s bow, and finally, to the subtle curve of his small lips.

He stared and stared and stared, noticing how his eyes crinkled every time he laughed at one of Chandler’s stupid jokes, watching the way his mouth moved when he smiled, feeling a slight yearning in his chest for more contact. He wanted to reach forward, maybe tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear, press his lips against the warmth of Louis’ cheek… perhaps let them wander to the right a bit and capture Louis’ lips in a kiss.

He wondered what Louis would do if Harry kissed him. Would he get mad and push him away? Or would he welcome it? Maybe bring a hand up to cup Harry’s cheek and use the other to stroke his hair.”

Harry has been in love with Louis for as long as he can remember despite his many efforts to move on, until finally, in a last ditch attempt to put it all behind him, Harry pushes away everyone he loves.

I Ain’t Leaving Without Your Love by calmemal / @youngandmadeoflightning prompt & art by @harrehleh

Anne puts her hand on Harry’s bicep and looks at him, obviously concerned. “Are you alright, m’love? What is back there that’s had you distracted all night?”

There is no way Harry is getting into this discussion with his family, especially not in the middle of the dining room, so he just shrugs it off. “Nothing, mum,” he promises, “just thought I recognised someone. It’s nothing.”

Later that night, they have family game night in Anne and Robin’s room. Harry loves it, really; it’s a tradition that he cherishes, especially now that he sees his family so rarely. It’s just hard for him to focus. There’s a guy somewhere in this resort, a really, really handsome guy, and he may or may not be wearing Harry’s hoodie.

How is he going to find him? And more importantly, did that guy really take his clothes?

Or, a holiday AU in which Harry goes to St. Ives for Gemma’s wedding and his baggage gets lost at the airport, only for him to find a stranger at his resort who is definitely wearing his clothes and definitely won’t admit it. The little shit.

Sounds of you sounds like love by @sweariwouldnt / prompt & art by @curleduphl

Louis can’t sleep. Enter a very special YouTube channel.

A love story about how something ordinary can become very extraordinary, and how feeling rootless and like you’re drifting can - with a little bit of help from fate - turn out okay.

Sunrise on Your Sins by cuppalouie / @same-white-shirt // prompt, mood board, & play list by @dimpled-halo

Louis Tomlinson is at his wit’s end trying to keep up with all the responsibilities and demands that come along with being the Crown Prince of England. Exhausted and desperate for an escape, his life is suddenly derailed when in walks Harry Styles, renowned rentboy and expert on all things BDSM. Blessing or curse, Louis decides to see where this unlikely partnership will lead.

Or: Sometimes the things that aren’t meant to last end up being the only reason we keep holding on.

watch what happens by fakeheaux / @fourgoddesses // mood board by @jessimond

“Liam,” Louis says slowly, turning to him bodily. His hands are clasped together in front of him, as if in prayer. “I’m not the one who bit the bleedin’ prince!”

“You bit me?” Prince Harry cries, hands shooting, inexplicably, to his chest, hands covering where his nipples must be under his shirt. “Are you insane?”

or liam bites harry, the prince of england

Quite Unconventional by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird / prompt & art by @harrehleh

Louis Tomlinson's mother asked for one thing for her birthday, a murder mystery party. One of the families invited drops out last minute, and Louis absolutely needs to find replacements for their characters or the party will be ruined. A hero emerges in the form of the cute new guy at work that Louis has been crushing on from a far.

Walk That Mile by purpledaisy / @daisyharry / prompt, mood board, and interactive travel blog by @allwaswell16

Harry stares at him, the line of his jaw standing out scarily. “I wanted to get the most out of this trip so I planned it carefully.” His voice is low and steady and somehow that’s worse than when he was yelling. “So far, you’ve put your sticky fingers on everything I’ve tried to do.”

“Sticky fingers?” Louis repeats, offended. “Are you saying it’s my fault you got stung by a bee? Had you been alone you would have gotten halfway to the Dotty Diner and ran the car off the road because of an allergic reaction, so don’t go blaming me.”

“Polk-A-Dot Drive In,” Harry spits before getting out of the car. He slams the door shut with a deafening reverb and Louis rolls his eyes. - A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

Boots & Boys by Ashtarok / prompt & mood board by @suddenclarityharry

Model Louis Tomlinson had a hard climb to the top, fraught with betrayal and lies. He’s been there long enough to be tired of the same old games. Could Harry Styles, up and coming, way too endearing for this kind of cutthroat industry photographer, be the one to pull him out of his funk?

Like One of Your French Girls by @elsi-bee / prompt & art by @curleduphl

Harry thumbs through his sketchpad before he stops on a blank page. He looks Louis over for a moment, seemingly studying him. It’s a odd feeling, even if it is what Louis signed up for, just sitting in a crowd in broad daylight while a stranger looks him up and down. Louis is the subject of Harry’s first year art project, and what starts as an assignment blossoms into a friendship. It’s unfortunate that only one of them wishes it could be more.

Yellow by 13ways / @13ways-of-looking // prompt & art by @twopoppies

The city of Gotham turns blood red with a new, mysterious criminal element, a beautiful woman named the Blind Cupid.

She threatens to tear the fabric of the city apart, aided by her deadly protégé, the Cat.

Can Batman stop them?

Will he resist the bewitching allures of the Cat?

A Batman/ Catwoman AU

Burn by @anchortied / prompt & art by @pupperlouis

Louis is plagued by nightmares of being burned at the stake. Every time he closes his eyes he can see the flames, smell the smoke, taste the acrid smell of his own death in his nostrils. There is nothing he fears more than this. Besides being something other than what he truly is. Which is, to say in the very least, a powerful witch. One of the most powerful in in the world, as far as he knows. His magic can't even be matched by Liam, who learned quicker than anyone he's ever met, or Niall, who's magic fire could burn through a whole village in a mere moment if he wanted to. When Louis meets Harry however, he realizes that his magic isn't as strong as he thought. And as he tries to navigate through this magic, and the trials of friendships and lost loves that come along with it, Louis finds that being powerful is more of a plague than he realized. A plague that infects more people than he is comfortable with. (A Witch AU based off of The Craft -a very loose interpretation)

Just Holding On For Something Great by DuchessKitty16 / @duchessknowseverything // prompt & art by @crurulbys

Steve and Louis have been best friends since they were kids. They’ve seen each other through good times, family dramas, bad haircuts, first loves, first heartbreaks, and all of the milestones that make up the bonds of friendship. The BFF roommates share a ramshackle cottage in Venice Beach, CA, and a large cat named Smoky. They also have a band with their friends Ed and Niall, and while they dream of making it big, the reality is that they’re just a semi-popular local band that plays gigs in the Santa Monica bar scene a few times a month. Steve is getting engaged, moving in with his girlfriend and moving on with his new life. Everything seems to be changing fast; Louis isn’t sure he’s ready to handle growing up and being the adult he’s been so good at avoiding becoming. Will Louis finally buckle down and finish his degree and get a job that doesn’t require waiting tables? Will he finally get up the nerve to ask the cute guy that comes to his coffee shop everyday and to all of their shows, out on a date? And when an unexpected opportunity lands in the band’s lap, will the 4 friends be able to capitalize on it and finally get the big break that they’ve wanted for so long?

Un Verso Que Hiciste De Mi by messofgorgeouschaos / @goldbootsandvans // prompt & art by @becomeawendybird

Harry froze as he looked up to his handler’s face. He found himself staring at the most beautiful twin pools of blue he’d ever see, and had to take a second to breathe before he remembered what to say.

“Please, don’t kill my friend,” he whispered.

Louis looked over at the red headed man. “You are to go back to your manor, and tell his family he will only be brought back if my ransom is met.”

or a Scottish Borderlands AU where Louis is a laird that kidnaps his rival’s betrothed, and Harry just happens to be that betrothed.

the stars look very different today by colourexolosion / @jessimond // prompt & mood board by @juliusschmidt

Harry's an alien who blogs about aliens. Liam's a human. Or is he?

an AU

In This Life I Shall Have Joy by polka_stripes / @polkadotsvstripes // prompt & art by @tomlinshires

Assigned to be Mormon missionary companions together in Cortez, Colorado, Elders Styles and Tomlinson find a little more joy in their service than they anticipated.

(we will be) as if chosen by @alivingfire // prompt & art by @harrehleh

There's not a royal in the world who doesn't carry some sort of secret, and Prince Louis has more than his fair share. To protect himself and his family, Louis withdrew from the public eye and tried to live a quiet life, biding his time until his sister Lottie could take the throne in his stead. Unfortunately for him, the national media and the worst person Louis has ever met team up to bring him kicking and screaming back into the spotlight.

Under the watchful eyes of millions, Louis has to figure out how to keep his carefully constructed house of cards from falling, and the first step to accomplishing that is to keep from falling in love with the irritatingly charming Prince Harry, who just won't stop showing up and trying to whisk Louis out of the constraints of his boring life.

Or: the course of true love never did run smooth, because sometimes people are stubborn and sometimes people are scared and sometimes, just sometimes, love can cause just as many problems as it solves.

Boiling Blood Will Circulate by whoknows / @crazyupsetter // prompt & mood board by @louehvolution

The wait isn’t long before something starts rustling in the bushes. Harry takes aim, squeezes the trigger, body moving unconsciously. They’re motions he’s done a thousand times before, and his body knows how to do it without the input of his brain now. It’s what makes him such a good shot.

He misses. The shot misses.

Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.

Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.

The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.

“Fuck,” Harry says.

Let’s Move Into Our Old House by stylindad / @larrystylingsun // prompt & mood board by @juliusschmidt

“He’s your son now!” Harry said, clapping his hands together before he leaned over to give some butt scratches to the dor.

“What? Son?”

“Oh, that’s his name! Watson!” Harry insisted. He grabbed onto Zayn’s shoulders and shook him a bit. “You need to keep him, Z! He’s perfect.”

It did worry Zayn, the thought that something big was going to change in his life with the arrival of a new pet. He loved his job, loved his friends, didn’t think he was ready to start a relationship.

In the end the change was none of those things. It happened the day after getting Watson, and began with a knock on the door.

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Zayn is a Uni dropout/inventor/pet dad who is suddenly surprised by the death of his great aunt, who left her entire house in his name. There is one catch, though (and no, it's not Liam the realtor).

Funny How The Stars Crossed Right by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove // prompt & art by @tamikare

Liam and Louis round the corner to see a horse trotting around the ring. She (or maybe he) is a beautiful animal, with a dark black coat and white socks. A tall man in riding clothes sits atop the horse, speaking softly. He’s completely focused on the horse, and doesn’t notice their entrance at all. Dark brown curls spill out from beneath his helmet, and his expression is one of total joy.

“Who’s that?” Louis asks, finding himself oddly breathless.

“That’s Chester,” Liam says. “He’s an angel.”

Louis is about to comment that he looks like an angel, but then pauses. “The human or the horse?”

~*~*~

Louis is a photography student, assigned to do a project at Greenfield Stables. Harry is a veterinary student, working part-time at Greenfield to gain experience and make a little money. They both have something to teach the other.

a hundred red balloons (a thousand sleepless nights) by neonmoonlight / @grapesodalou // prompt & art by @pattern-pals

The nights where they got to walk around were some of Louis’ favorite. The two of them would just walk in companionable silence for the most of it, Louis doling bits of his life back home before he moved out for university. Some of his favorite times to walk around the city were the hot and humid nights after a rainstorm when everything was soupy and kind of hazy around the edges. Those nights were soaked in the weird orange color of the streetlamps and tasted like milkshakes and salty fries Louis was fond of getting at the diner near his apartment building.

Louis felt as if Niall was a gift from the universe sometimes.

or the one with vague magic, lirry being meddling mom friends, a dog named Bob Ross the Second, binge watching questionable shows, sunrises and sunsets and nouis being soft with each other.

You Smiled by @taggiecb / prompt & art by @londonfoginacup

Just then, the man looks up, and catches Harry's eye. Harry freezes, feeling as though he's the one trapped. The man doesn't smile, just watches Harry watch him, until finally he lifts his eyebrows in question, and Harry somehow manages to release himself from the spell that he feels he's under.

It's 1758 and on the eve of a battle with the French, Captain Harry Styles of the British army has just begun his appointment as a prison warden in Louisbourgh, Nova Scotia. Harry prepares himself and his guards for their prisoners of war, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of the most beautiful man he has ever seen- who is now his prisoner.

Hands Clasped Tight by @afirethatcannotdie / prompt & art by @harrehleh

“What am I looking at here?” Harry asks.

“This, my friends, is a ‘proof’ Instagram account, run by your students,” Liam announces.

“It’s got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,” Niall adds.

“I heard about that,” says one of the math teachers. “Confiscated a kid’s phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that you’re dating is pretty damning.”

“Really,” Louis says dryly. “Do you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

Calling Out For Somebody by beautifully_cyan / @girlthatsnotafraid // prompt & mood boards by @pretty-pebbles

“Oh, Louis, hi. Do you need something?” Harry furrows his eyebrows. “Yes, I need something. What I need is my phone back,” Louis says slightly annoyed. How has he not realized that he doesn’t have the right phone yet? “Oh, well I don’t have it, sorry mate,” Harry sounds confused, and Louis is going to kill him. Louis lets out a steady breath to stay calm and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Harry, babe, do me a favor. Turn your phone over and see if there’s the initials 'LT' painted in white nail polish on the back of your case.” Louis takes another deep breath staring at Liam as he listens into the phone for Harry checking the phone. “There is,” Harry slowly admits. “Perfect. Now that we’re on the same page, when can we meet up and switch back?”

or the one where Harry and Louis accidentally switch phones the day before Harry leaves for his world tour

memories of light and green by @sitandadmire / prompt & art by @pattern-pals

“You have all of me,” Louis whispered softly, but clearly. His mouth was so close again that Harry could see his lips moving with each new word. “Please know this and remember it well every day that I’m away.”

Or: The year is 1880. After the sudden passing of his beloved uncle, 24 year old Harry Styles inherits the property left behind. Together with his mother Anne, sisters Gemma and Mabel, and their dog Rufus, he relocates from London’s dark and winding streets to the Cheshire countryside. It isn’t long before he falls in love with the fresh air, the horses, and wandering through the gardens. Anything that keeps his mind off of his own future.

Years later, with questions still left unanswered, Harry runs into Louis Tomlinson: the man and artist he’d only ever heard of through Gemma’s drawn out stories. From lazy afternoons to a dinner party at the infamous Malik estate and an end-of-summer ball by invitation of Lady Stewart, Harry soon finds himself on another journey - feeling confused and drawn to Louis’ presence more than he imagined possible. A Late Victorian AU about life and death, and all the days in between, featuring floral suits, moonlight kisses, and a puppy (or two).

Wanderlust by SexyAssWoman / @thesexyasswoman // prompt & art by @louistomlinsons

As he splashed some water on his face, his mind drifted back again towards the strange picture. Why was he so drawn towards it? It wasn’t even a nice picture. It was jittery and blurry on the edges and just overall not thoughtfully taken. No one looked prepared. But maybe that was the whole reason why it looked so alive. It wasn't fair either that the boy in the picture was utterly attractive. Harry was a mess of tired brain cells.

He wiped his face with a tissue as he dragged his feet out of the restroom, closing the door lightly behind him. The water did not help at all because he still felt sleepy as he sighed in defeat. He really needed some coffee.

It wasn't until a warm breeze hit his face that Harry was forced to open his eyes. Did they crank up the heater or something? Even if they did, it still wouldn't explain the sudden breeze he was hit with. He was inside a bloody building after all.

Except when he opened his eyes, he wasn't.

He was now stood on a sidewalk.

What the actual fuck?

or,

Harry wanted to sleep, not get lost in a city he never visited, nor in the boy with sparkling blue eyes.

We’ll Rise Up by FallingLikeThis / @suddenclarityharry // prompt & mood board by @dimpled-halo

“So,” Liam begins with a smile, “you were the associate pastor at your last church?”

“Yes,” Louis can already feel himself scrunching down in his seat, shrinking against even the reminder of the church he was forced from.

“Was that a good experience for you?” Liam steeples his hands in front of him as he leans his elbows on the desk in interest.

“It was for a while but, to be honest, things ended rather badly,” Louis leans forward too, he needs to get this out and he wants to tell Liam everything, have everything on the table.

Leaning forward even more, Liam seems to be looking for the same thing, “What happened?”

Louis can feel the trembles in his hands again, so he sits on them, biting his lip before admitting, “They found out I’m gay.”

In the hallway, there’s a terribly loud thump and then a grunt of pain and Louis twists around to see Harry, sprawled out on the ground just outside the doorway.

Louis is a Pastor with no church and a heart filled with uncertainty. Pastor Payne is more than willing to give Louis a new place to work, but it's Music Director Harry that helps him rebuild his faith.

Can I just be the same? by Star_Henderson / @tommosgun // prompt & mood board by @suddenclarityharry

“Are you skint?” Louis studied his face. “I can give you the bloody bus fare home, Harry. You don't have to walk.” His voice was soft. Caring.

Harry stopped, his body tingling. Fuck. He shouldn’t have crossed the road. Keep walking. Always keep walking.

“I’m not skint, but thanks for the offer. There’s not many kind people like you around. You’re lovely, you know that?” Harry reached his hand out tentatively, cupping Louis’ elbow and squeezing. “Thank you.” His voice hitched a little.

He’d roamed the country for centuries, coming in and out of people’s lives, never able to forge bonds. Or, if he did, breaking them and suffering the pain of lost love. That was his life forever. Stuck in this limbo with not one other person in the whole world who cared about him. So the kindness of a stranger really hit home, and this stranger with the bluest eyes and brightest smile was making Harry feel alive again. Reminding him of what he was missing

OR Harry is a two hundred year old Vampire with no one in the whole world and Louis is the kind hearted stranger who comes into Harry's life bringing something that Harry had missed. Love. But Harry is forever running, can Louis be the one to change all that?

nobody knows you baby the way I do by 5sexualhomos / @hogwartzlou // prompt & video by @larrystylingsun

Harry meets Louis at university. Once he finally gets the nerve to take their friendship to the next level, Louis vanishes without a trace. Harry doesn’t see him again for four years. Only now he goes by Charlie, and pretends not to know who Harry is. Now Harry wants answers more than ever.

Running in the Shadows by rainbowninja167 / @rainbowninja // prompt & manip by @sparkling-larry

“Zayn was right,” Liam says. “Someone is searching for his asset, and they’ve got about a month’s head start on us.” “And I assume this is where I come in?” Louis asks wryly. “We don’t have a lot of information – Zayn did a very thorough job protecting him – but we think there are three strong contenders: a photographer, a baker, and a yoga instructor.” “Seriously? Do we even know this bloke’s real name?” Liam shoots Louis a small grin and shrugs. “Yeah, actually. The man you’re looking for? His name is Harry Styles.”

Louis is a MI6 agent, and Harry is...difficult to find.

Blacks Stars and Endless Seas by objectlesson / @horsegirlharry // prompt & art by @twopoppies

A Star Trek Original Series AU where Lt. Styles is a young science officer on his first away mission, and Louis is the headstrong ensign assigned to his security detail, and maybe they would be able to function together professionally in a normal setting, but not when their shuttlecraft crash-lands and they end up marooned together on an improbably and unfairly beautiful planet.

(Take Me Home) Country Roads by Awriterwrites / @a-writerwrites // prompt & art by @twopoppies

“Sir, I can help you. Just let me — “ He tried moving closer but the eldest child blocked his way. He backed off, putting his hands out in a passive gesture. “I’m a physician. I can help,” he tried again.

The man shook his head vehemently, passing the cup back to his grandchild. “Tol’ ya. Don’t need ya.” All of the fire had gone out of his voice, leaving behind a frail, sick old man with barely any breath to talk.

“I have medicines...I could make you comfortable…” Louis’ voice was still small, but pleading.

“Mountain Mama cares for wha’s ailin’ me. Don’t need no fancy city doctors.”

Louis blinked at the man, still shaking from the coughing spell. Mountain — well, fuck. That backwoods, uneducated scam artist…

“Of course he is,” Louis said curtly. ***** OR a Northern Exposure AU featuring Louis as the big city doctor, Harry as a natural healer, Niall as a secretive barkeep, Liam and Zayn head over heels for each other but they don't know it and a lot of hurt, comfort and moonshine in between.

Sleep of the Sword by KelliDiane / @ladsnightout // art by @sleepymouses

The next morning sees Liam leaving the castle’s courtyard among cheers and a massive fanfare that only the King himself could have arranged. He bows once before the royal family, taking note of the pure anger upon the princess’ face, and mounts his horse to begin his quest. He is excited to finally have a proper quest to help him feel like he has earned his position in society. He loves that his father left him with such a title and wealth that would mean he could be barred from nowhere, but the thought of working for all of his wealth and glory was rather appealing as well. He would not fail.

Liam recites a lot of pretty poetry, Louis tries to get Liam to see what’s wrong with his love life, Harry hops along for the ride, Zayn has a fiery temper, and Niall just really like to rhyme.

For Reasons Wretched and Divine by @indiaalphawhiskey / prompt & mood board by @dimpled-halo

Ten years ago, Harry Styles was just a nerdy kid with one friend and a debilitating crush on the captain of his school’s football team. He thought the stars were smiling down on him the day he and Louis Tomlinson were paired for their end-of-term Literature project. But because Harry’s life is decidedly not a fairytale, the budding friendship quickly leads to the least happy ending of all time.

Now, Harry Styles is a household name. Barely twenty-seven with two Grammy nominations to his name, the singer-songwriter is poised to take the music industry by storm with his highly anticipated third album. So, what happens when the best producer in the business is also the only person Harry’s vowed never to speak to again?

An AU in two parts. Two boys, two stories, and hopefully, two chances at love.

Underneath by secretswekeepxx / @theficwritersblock // prompt & mood board by @dimpled-halo

“And this is how fucking horror movies begin. I’m in the middle of fucking nowhere, taking a right onto ‘Payne Lane.” He mutters to himself as he flips his turn signal on and starts making his way slowly down the bumpy lane.

He’s surrounded on both sides by expansive, fenced fields with sparse trees, randomly placed sheds and lean-tos, and various breeds of livestock grazing about. The grass is long and rustles in waves with the dry, late August breeze. There’s a beauty to it, though Zayn’s momentarily unable to appreciate it because the further along he goes the stronger the urge to turn around becomes. It’s as the lane opens up and he can finally see a house materializing in front of him that he sees the sign for ‘Payne Farm’.

Tiny, Beautiful Unknowns by offwiththeirheads / @hazzabooween // prompt & art by @pattern-pals

“If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;”

Louis knows hard work and small dreams, empty pockets and debt. He perfects the art of obscurity, paints the human chaos, and will never wear his heart on his sleeve.

So when Harry Styles, seemingly pretentious art enthusiast crosses paths with him, Louis feels like he's being tested.

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trbld-writer · 7 years

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Pairing: Kim Taehyung x female Reader

Genre: fluff / smut; couchsourfing!au, hints of a blogger!au

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and weed, graphic depictions of sex, some swearing

Word count: 7,536 words

Summary: In a case of emergency, a young man comes to your aid and offers you his couch. And maybe a little more?

Note: We did it, this is the last repost from my old blog! This is for @sydist and @kittae and all you other Taehyung stans out there. This was inspired by my own trip to Amsterdam. I hope you enjoy and feedback is appreciated as always!

[masterlist]

You huffed as you stepped into the dimly lit bar, the smell of alcohol and weed filling your nose and you looked around to see a little booth with no one in. Walking towards it, you slowly slipped your backpack off your shoulders, gently throwing it into the booth as you sighed in content while you slumped down on the red leather bench.

You had been wandering around Amsterdam the whole day, your shoulders cramping and feet burning. Your host had canceled you for an ‘urgent matter’ right when you arrived, right when you were stepping out of the train. Your mind raced in confusion and anger but you shrugged and carried on with your plan for the weekend. Opening the Couchsurfing app and asking for help, you knew you’d find another couch to sleep on.

So there you were, your head in your hands as you closed your eyes and took deep breaths to calm your racing heart. A friendly waiter walked up to you and took your order, which consisted of a Screwdriver and a glass of water. You desperately needed something to get your mind off the tiring walk through the city, the pain in your back and feet and the pounding in your head. Your lips were attached to the straw as soon as the drinks arrived and you closed your eyes at the heavenly taste that seemed to ease your mind, relaxing your tense body, leaving it in a pleasant tingling state.

The peace was interrupted by your buzzing phone. You pulled it out of your pocket and let your fingers ghost over the Couchsurfing app, the notification being a message from a guy called Taehyung Kim. Furrowing your brows and opening the message, you felt your heart pounding at its content.

Taehyung Kim: I saw your host canceled, you can come to my place. It’s just a few blocks from the bar you’re sitting in.

Your breath hitched and you frantically looked around with your brows furrowed, trying to find the face shown in his profile. Seeing someone moving in your peripheral vision, you looked and saw him turn around, immediately locking eyes with you. His hazelnut hair was pushed up, revealing soft tan skin, flawless eyebrows, and a piercing gaze, framed by golden rounded specs, now focused on you. His plump lips quickly curved up into a smirk. Blushing, you quickly averted your gaze and tried not to stare at him making his way over to you, sliding into the booth, across from you. You looked up and the dazzling smile he shot you was entirely different from his fierce gaze earlier, making your heart pound in your chest.

“Hi, nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Taehyung. Wanna get out of here?”

You tilted your head and furrowed your brows again.

“Excuse me? I don’t even know you,” you laughed shyly and your gaze darted towards the pink tongue that wet his smooth lips, eyes immediately shooting up to his attentive look as he inched a little closer. His eyes were the color of caramel, warm and calming yet sweet as he looked at you through his round glasses, the warm light illuminating his face. Taehyung’s smile widened a tad bit, making his eyes curl up in little crescents as he let out a deep chuckle that sent shivers down your spine.

“Very well then. Shall we get to know each other?”

His sincere question had you nodding and in a flash, he began introducing himself.

“I’m Taehyung, 21 years old and a student of journalism at the university of Amsterdam. I’m Korean and I love food and dogs a lot, but I’m also very interested in other people,” he wiggled his eyebrows, underlining his statement with a sense of ambiguity. You giggled and he swore he could feel his heart picking up its speed and a slight blush tinted both of your cheeks, although for different reasons.

Taking a sip from your Screwdriver, you leaned back with your eyes wandering down his frame.

“Y/N, 20 years old and just taking a break from life. I’m working at a library but I got bored so I travel around and see the world.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened and he smiled that beautiful smile again, your heart melting. He leaned forward and took your straw between his plush lips, taking a sip and closing his eyes, reveling in the sweet taste.

“So you like books a lot? What’s your favorite?”

“I like Pet Samatary by Stephen King a lot, it was better than the movie,” you stated and crossed your arms in front of your chest, smirking at the way Taehyung’s chocolate colored orbs flickered over your body, quickly taking it in before replicating your smirk and leaning back.

“That’s true. But you struck me more like a poetry kinda type,” his smooth voice reached your ears and you closed your eyes momentarily, burning it into your slightly hazy brain as one of the most beautiful sounds you’d ever heard. As your eyes opened, you smiled and blushed at his now soft, almost worried gaze.

“I like poetry, too. I especially liked Rupi Kaur’s Milk and Honey, it hit home.”

As if lightning struck him, Taehyung quickly sat up and put his chin in his hand, the other playing with the straw of your drink absentmindedly. His eyes fluttered from your face, glowing in the warm light of the bar, to the glass and he hummed in appreciation of your taste.

“I like that as well, it’s really well written. If you like, I can show you my bookshelf. I think you’d like a lot of what I have back home,” he murmured and you tipped your head back to let out a short, delightful laugh.

“That’s a really original pick-up line if I may say so. Sure, show me your ‘bookshelf’ and I’ll see if I like it,” you wiggled your eyebrows and your heart raced at the crimson that spread over his cheeks, warming up his caramel complexion even more. He denied the hidden ambiguity, his hands waving in front of his figure and his lips curving up into a shy smile. Your conversation then went on for what felt like hours and you soon felt the warm feeling of trust and interest blooming inside of you, the pain in your body soon forgotten.

You thought he was cute with his rounded specs that he constantly had to push up the bridge of his nose. The way his long fingers tapped a slight rhythm on the table when he listened to you talking, the way he tilted his head like a puppy, his coffee-colored eyes attentively watching every movement of your lips and his own parted, his tongue occasionally swiping over them, leaving them glossy and more than kissable.

Waving for the waiter, you quickly paid for your drinks and picked up your backpack as Taehyung stood up, holding his hand out.

“Let me take it, you’re probably in pain already,” he calmly stated and you blinked a few times before handing the backpack to him. He huffed as it was heaved over his shoulders and he placed a warm hand on your shoulder, setting your skin ablaze, as he led you outside.

As you two walked along the waterside, the smell of weed constantly in your nose, you continued to talk about yourselves. You told him you’d be staying for three days, asking him if it was okay and earning an enthusiastic nod and an “Of course!” from him, eliciting a giggle out of you. His arm slowly snaked around your shoulders, keeping you close to his warm body and pulling you out of the way when a car or a bicycle approached.

After a few minutes, he stopped walking and pulled keys out of his pocket. Just then, you had the opportunity to take in his appearance. Apart from his cute face, he was well built and healthy, black pants hugging his legs beautifully and his white, slightly transparent shirt letting his collarbones peek out, contrasting his skin in a stunning way. His look was topped off with a mustard-colored jacket and black sneakers. He looked like the typical Amsterdam student strolling through the streets. The clinking of the keys and his velvety voice snapped you out of your daze.

“Like what you see?”

You felt heat rising up your cheeks and quickly averted your gaze as he opened the door to the house. Walking up the stairs, you felt anticipation rise inside you. Different kinds of questions flooded your mind, about his apartment, his style, his personality reflected in the way he decorated his four walls but most importantly: where would you sleep?

You’d done couch surfing for quite a while, always meeting different kinds of hosts. Some had let you sleep in a guest room or even their own bed, some offered you a simple couch or a mattress on the floor; you were fine with anything as long as you had a place to stay. But this time was different. The attraction you felt for Taehyung hadn’t been there with your past hosts and your heart raced as you stepped inside his apartment.

“Welcome, make yourself at home and don’t hesitate to ask me anything. Unfortunately, I’m quite on a budget as a student so you’ll have to sleep beside me in my bed if that’s okay for you,” he smiled as you nodded with a blush and set down your backpack in the hallway, leading you through the apartment.

“The room over there is my roommate’s. She’s visiting her boyfriend in Rotterdam right now and I’d gladly let you sleep in her room but she locked it and I don’t have the keys,” he chuckled awkwardly and looked at you. “Do you want anything, tea or hot chocolate?”

You shook your head and looked around, walking over to the bathroom and back to his room, complimenting his choice of art. The works he had hanging on the cold white walls were by Vincent Van Gogh, albeit not originals. They looked pretty nevertheless, framed with dark wood and contrasting the white interior of his room. He handed you the backpack and threw himself on the quite spacious bed with a content sigh and closed eyes. Sitting down, you quickly got out your pajamas and toothbrush, wiping off your makeup quickly and walking to the bathroom.

It was only then when you realized that you hadn’t packed a shirt to sleep in. Putting on the dark blue shorts and keeping on the shirt you’d worn before, you padded your way back to Taehyung’s room, fiddling with your fingers as you shyly asked him for a shirt. His warm smile erased your anxious thoughts and you quickly walked back to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and pulling the shirt over your head. It smelled like a mixture of washing powder, fresh flowers, and the sea breeze. Mixed with Taehyung’s perfume, you close your eyes and took a deep breath, memorizing the scent.

Making your way back to the room, you silently admired the view of the adolescent. His back was turned to you but you could make out his bare torso and you blushed at the imagination of what his body looked like in the front before slipping under the covers next to him. Snuggling into the comfortable warmth, you heard his voice mumble a quick “good night” that you shot back at him before closing your eyes and falling into a deep slumber.

A harsh pull woke you up abruptly and you took a sharp intake of air as you noticed an arm around you. Blushing, you turned your head, looking at an already awake Taehyung smiling sleepily.

“You almost fell off the bed. Seems like you had a nightmare or something. You okay?”

You nodded bashfully, looking away. “Sorry for waking you-”

“No, no, it’s totally fine! I was awake anyway and I saw you moving and furrowing your brows so I figured you have a nightmare so I, you know, tried to calm you and pull you away from the edge. As long as you’re fine, I’m good,” he smiled and threw a peace sign, making you chuckle and turn to him. His face was illuminated by his laptop that he had pulled up as his long fingers flew over the keyboard. He furrowed his perfect brows and bit his lip as he focused on reading whatever was on the screen.

The way he looked, so concentrated on his task, had you imagining about what those fingers and lips could do to you. How good he would feel and how he would furrow his brows when you engulf his length… what the hell were you thinking?

You quickly shook those thoughts away and looked at your host again. His eyes flickered over to you and his lips curved up into a sly smirk that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. He snapped his fingers in front of your face.

“Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Do you want me to turn the lighting down?”

You shook your head and shot him a tired smile, sitting up and peeking over his shoulder.

“No, it’s okay. What are you writing?”

He blushed and turned the laptop a little away from you as if he was hiding something. You squinted your eyes with a small smile and poked his side, feeling the warm skin.

“Come on Taehyung, spill it! What are you doing?”

“I, uh, I’m running a blog about my, you know, life as a journalism student in Amsterdam and I’m just, er, writing about today, I mean, yesterday,” he scratched the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly.

“Oh? So what’s there to hide?”

You were genuinely curious and your heart jumped when you saw him averting his gaze with a blush, closing his laptop quickly with a loud “Nothing!” and an awkward chuckle. He suddenly was aware that his torso was bare and he quickly scrambled out of bed to put on a shirt before he slipped back under the covers. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he had looked down at his tummy and then back to you, his eyes widening in shock and almost fell out of bed in a poor attempt to get a shirt as fast as he could. As he was back in bed, he huffed and apologized but you only shook your head and smiled.

“I don’t really mind. I mean, it’s your home, you can wear whatever you want,” you grin and he let out a deep chuckle.

“Yeah sure, but I don’t wanna shock you already.”

And that’s how your trip to Amsterdam really started.

That night, you two made plans about the following days. Taehyung would take you to the Van Gogh Museum, through the city, and to the best places to get food. He’d show you the university, the library he worked at, and take you to the movies on your last evening. Your mind was filled with a pleasant buzzing as he rambled about how great Amsterdam is and how well you’d fit in.

When you woke up, you felt an arm around your waist, again. It took you a while to remember that no, you hadn’t gotten too drunk and hooked up with someone, but you were on a trip to Amsterdam. And the young man beside you, that suddenly pulled you closer to his body, emitting comforting warmth, was your host. You turned your head, looking at the sleeping figure beside you. His soft breathing against your back soothed you in a weird way and you slowly turned around to admire his features without him making a snarky comment.

His long eyelashes cast shadows onto his tinted cheeks and you had to resist the urge to trace his plump, parted lips with your finger, running along his sharp cheekbones and jawline. His hair fell into his face as he adjusted his position and let out a small sigh, a soft smile creeping onto your face. Your heart picked up its speed as you saw that he wasn’t wearing the shirt anymore, his soft caramel skin on full display as he rolled onto his back. You were so lost in thought about how his chest would look covered in hickeys that you hadn’t noticed that the juvenile had already woken up, watching your concentrated face with an equally focused one as he smiled softly, bringing you back to reality with his morning voice that seemed to be deeper than the ocean and you felt yourself falling into the depth and darkness.

“Enjoying the view, darling?”

Your eyes widened and heat rose up to your cheeks as you quickly looked away but the smirk that played around his lips didn’t go unnoticed. Biting your lip, you looked at your host again, smiling lightly as he tripped over his feet in an attempt to pull the shirt over his bed head. You got up as well, looking at the time. 10:33 am. Perfect. You booked the museum tickets for 2 pm so you’d have plenty of time to stroll around the city and eat. Pulling your clothes out of your backpack, you made your way to the bathroom and got ready quickly. Your outfit consisted of a simple black shirt tucked into blue jeans with a gray cardigan on top, finishing the look with a high ponytail and some simple makeup. As you stepped out of the room, you saw Taehyung already waiting for you, a smile on his face. He looked angelic in his navy blue button-down, black pants and a black jacket on top.

“I don’t have much food for breakfast so I figured we’d eat in the city if you’re up for it.”

You slipped on your shoes, grabbed your coat and the two of you headed out.

Amsterdam was a buzzing city, even in the morning. Tired faces of students and adults making their way to work, tourists walking around with cameras around their necks and then there was you. You would belong to the tourists but you’d already been here so you could walk around freely. Taehyung took you to a small café near the university, talking about how he “could show you his workplace in one go,” as you sat down in a corner booth, relishing in the delicious smell of coffee and pancakes.

You both gave up your orders and started chit-chatting again, getting to know each other bit by bit. In the middle of your pleasant conversation, your food and coffee arrived and you dove into the pancakes as if you’d been starving for a week. Moaning and closing your eyes, you leaned back and lost yourself in the delightful taste of the pancakes, Taehyung doing just the same.

He then went on with the conversation, mumbling with his mouth stuffed with more of the utter fluffiness, a giggle erupting from your lips and a blush spreading across his soft cheeks.

After he paid for everything, you walked to the university he studied at, linking your arms as if you were a couple or best friends. Usually, you’d feel weird doing this when you remembered how quiet your former hosts were. But with Taehyung, you felt completely at ease, feeling as if you’d known him for your entire life, his smile lighting up the cloudy sky at least a little. As soon as you stepped into the building, you marveled at the huge entrance hall filled with all kinds of students, chatting their morning away with a mug of coffee in one hand and their binders in the other. Thinking about the university you worked in, everyone was enclosed to themselves and never talked to anyone, unmotivated and grumpy from the lack of sleep, especially during exam season.

As he showed you around quite quickly, grabbing a few books from what you supposed was his workplace, the two of you strolled through the city, waiting for the clock to strike 2 pm so you could finally go to the Van Gogh Museum. Walking along the waterside, his arm around your shoulder in a friendly, affectionate way and his face sometimes too close to yours, you felt yourself slowly falling for Taehyung’s charms. The way his glasses slowly slipped down his perfectly straight nose and the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about books or things he’s engaged in had your chest tightening in affection.

You made your way to the museum, getting your tickets and bags checked as the familiar warmth returned to your shoulders and you smiled. As the two of you walked through the rooms where several artworks were presented, a crowd in front of each, you were in awe.

“How can someone have so much talent?”

“I really don’t know. Plus, he was never satisfied with himself and always wanted to improve, that’s something really admirable.”

His face was too close to yours again. So close that you could’ve counted his eyelashes and your gaze wandered to his lips and he looked at you just the same. He quickly pecked your lips and grinned as if nothing happened, whereas you hid your burning face in your hands, not believing what had just happened.

“Sorry, but you looked so cute, I just had to,” he mumbled and pulled you a little closer to keep him from losing you. You looked up at his face and smiled softly at the crimson painting his tan skin. Telling him it was fine, his boxy smile appeared and you walked in comfortable silence to the next floor.

Once you were done strolling around, you walked into the souvenir shop, almost spending half of your money on notebooks and prints, as you saw Taehyung through the glass door. He looked around, both of your coats on his arm as he waited patiently. You locked eyes and he shot you a quick smirk before it was replaced with a soft smile just as instantly, leaving you confused as you waved at him.

Promenading through the streets, eating great food and chatting the time away, Taehyung noticed the sun setting and led you back to his apartment as you let out a small yawn. Your heart fluttered at the way he held your hand tightly, fingers interlocked as he squeezed it gently. You really must’ve looked like a couple since you earned some admiring glances and even heard a girl saying how lucky you are to have such a handsome boyfriend, making you blush for the nth time that day.

When you arrived, both of you threw your forms on the bed, letting out a content “Finally” as you laughed. It was the first time in a while you felt this carefree and you were glad that you agreed to stay at his place. Closing your eyes, you felt fatigue tugging on your limbs, but the sound of the Rick & Morty intro had you sitting up in seconds, scooting closer to the boy next to you as he placed the laptop on his lap and again, snaked his arms around your shoulder.

The warmth and comfort he emitted had you melting under his touch and soon enough, you felt your eyelids growing heavier until you slipped into the land of dreams, not feeling Taehyung’s kiss on your forehead as he gently pulled his arm back and closed the laptop. He found your pajama shorts and slowly, deliberately, he slipped off your pants, putting the shorts on you before taking off your cardigan and covering you with the blanket. He quickly got ready for bed and pushed some strands of hair out of your face before whispering a quick “good night” and closing his eyes, dozing off.

You opened your eyes as the sunlight hit your face, frowning at your bra pressing uncomfortably against your ribcage and you looked around, taking in the way Taehyung’s room looked when the sunlight shone through the half-closed blinds and your eyes quickly found the adolescent’s sleeping face, adorably puffy, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed. Smiling softly, you quietly got out of bed, washing your face and putting on some light make-up as you put on some comfortable clothes. Pulling out your phone from your coat, you quickly googled the nearest supermarket and grocery store. It was just a few minutes from Taehyung’s apartment, so you grabbed your coat and purse, heading out.

The smell of french toast filled Taehyung’s nose as he slowly opened his eyes, glancing at the clock. 11:28 am. He touched the space beside him, only to find your body missing. He groggily got up, pulling a shirt over his head as he followed the heavenly smell to the kitchen, seeing you flipping the toast around with precise motions.

“Good morning. You told me that you didn’t really have anything to make breakfast with so I bought some stuff so that we don’t spend that much money on breakfast,” your soft voice called out to him and he smiled before opening the fridge, in awe at the arrangement of food you’d brought. He straightened himself and leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“You didn’t have to buy all this, you know that right?” he asked, a sly smile appearing on his face.

“I know, but I wanted to do something to thank you for having me,” you chuckled and put the sizzling toast on the plate, over the other one. The smell filled the whole apartment and Taehyung couldn’t help but imagine what it’d be like to have you standing in his kitchen every day, making french toast and waking up late. His smile widened and he chuckled.

“No need to thank me. I enjoy having you here,” he mumbled and you blushed, taking a plate and handing it to him. You walked to his room and slipped under the sheets, watching the episode of Rick & Morty you couldn’t finish the night before as you happily munched on your toast.

After you both got ready, you strolled through the city with his arm around your shoulders and his soothing voice telling you about the different museums in the city, suggesting to visit the Moco, his favorite. Turning your head, you looked at the banner that hung from the wall. Banksy and Dalí, what could you want more than street art and crazy paintings?

You quickly agreed with a smile and so the both you made your way to the still short line in front of the house, sighing at the dark clouds hanging over you. Luckily, you’d brought your umbrella, just in case.

“Ah, it was so sunny just a few hours ago! How can the weather change this fast?” Taehyung pouted and you giggled, shrugging with an “I have no idea” falling from your lips.

You quickly got in, paid for the tickets and started roaming around the rooms, admiring Banksy’s significant style and smiling at the little girl reaching for the red balloon. But your favorite piece was definitely ‘Love Is In The Air’, the flower thrower and you took several pictures of it. You were so focused on the art pieces that you didn’t notice Taehyung taking out his phone and taking pictures of you as if you were the art displayed. He captured your soft smile as you read the descriptions of the pieces, walking around and looking outside. You turned around, a blush spreading over your cheeks as you noticed Taehyung taking pictures of you and you shyly called out to him, startling him as he smiled awkwardly. Walking over to you, his usual friendly demeanor reappeared and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Liking it so far?”

You nodded and as you walked down the stairs to admire Dalí’s works, you almost tripped if it weren’t for Taehyung’s hands grabbing your arm and pulling you close to him. He grinned at you innocently and continued to lead you down the narrow stairs. You were in awe at the beautiful pieces and sketches displayed, taking pictures and buying a sweater with the flower thrower, almost immediately slipping it over your frame, grinning at Taehyung. The boy took your hand, fingers intertwined, leading you outside as you opened the umbrella, holding it over the two of you. Your hand fit perfectly into his and again, you felt comfortable, not a single ounce of uneasiness in your body as he waved his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your daze.

The pair of you walked through the streets, looking for a small café to grab a quick coffee before making your way to the shopping places, where you got more souvenirs and clothes, a travel journal and books to read on the train. After the sun had begun to set, you ambled along the waterside again, stepping on each other’s feet clumsily, laughing the time away as you reach the Foodhallen. The smell of food overwhelmed you and you looked around aimlessly, mouth watering at the displayed delicacies. You opted for some Indian kebab, walking over to the stand and giving up your order that was done in no time. Grabbing the naan bread with a napkin, you turned around to see Taehyung munching on a piece of flammkuchen, his eyes in crescents as he smiled at you, motioning to go outside and look at the night sky. While both of you were eating peacefully, Taehyung’s velvety voice broke the comfortable silence.

“Wanna go clubbing tonight? I know, we planned to go to the Filmhallen but it’s your last night here and I really wanna dance with you,” he grinned and looked at you, his eyes almost as dark as the midnight sky, the street light reflected in them like the stars. You agreed and laughed as you imagined a drunk Taehyung throwing his limbs around, hitting people in the process and making half-assed apologies the second after.

Little did you know that drunk Taehyung equaled utter sex appeal.

After you’d quickly changed into black ripped high waisted jeans, a navy blue cropped sweater, and black sneakers, you stepped into the club with Taehyung, his arm now around your waist as he guided you to the bar, ordering a round of shots to get you in the dancing mood. Downing the liquid, you were pulled onto the dance floor, squished between sweaty bodies grinding against each other as he twirled you around, laughter erupting from his chest as he pulled you close. You danced a while, being watched by many people as your body moved on its own accord.

Your mind grew hazy as he looked at you with those midnight black eyes and bit his lip as suddenly ‘Shape Of You’ started playing. Singing along, you stepped back and let the song consume your being, your hips swaying sinfully and you closed your eyes, the alcohol rushing through your veins. You couldn’t deny that Taehyung looked astonishing in his outfit, even if it was the alcohol and the lack of a good fuck talking. Taehyung licked his lips and pulled you close again, singing along as well, his deep voice doing wonders to your body as you let your arms snake around his shoulders, fingers interlocking behind his neck, his own hands wandering down your sides, stopping at your swinging hips as he imagined what else those hips could do.

You locked eyes with him and he smirked, tilting his head to place little kisses along your jaw, strong hands pulling you even closer, feeling his warmth as your breath hitched. Your heart almost jumped out of your ribcage as you felt something brush against your thigh and you drowned out the music when Taehyung’s lips kissed their way up to your ear.

“God, you’re so hot. I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you, baby,” he breathed out and you shivered at the feeling of his hot breath on your neck, teasing you. His hands wandered further down your waist, gripping and squeezing your ass through your jeans. You let out a whimper at his ministrations, pulling him against you. Your gaze was locked onto his red lips and you let the alcohol control your actions as you closed the distance between your bodies, letting your lips crash onto Taehyung’s.

His eyes fluttered shut and his hand caressed your jaw as his tongue swiped over your bottom lip, asking for the permission you gladly gave him. Your tongues danced around each other, moans were swallowed by the bass and the heated kiss you shared, finally. He tasted like tequila, chewing gum and something you couldn’t quite make up, but his taste was insanely addictive. You whined as he ground his hips into you, feeling his hardness against your lower abdomen. Parting, you panted and gripped his shirt.

“Let’s go back and continue this,” he breathed out and took your hand, pulling you through the sweaty crowd and out of the club. The walk home was quick as you both hurried, quick glances and smiles exchanged. His hands fiddled with the keys as he managed to open the apartment door, shutting the door and pushing you against it, his eyes almost black with lust pumping through his veins. His right hand pinned your wrists over your head as the other one roamed around your body, squeezing your left breast through your bra, leaving your whimpering and arching into his touch.

“Tae, please. Don’t tease,” you breathed out needily and Taehyung could’ve sworn that his nickname never sounded this good falling from a pair of lips but then again, it was your pair of lips. The juvenile picked you up with ease, hands under your butt and lips latched onto your neck as he carried you to his room, gently throwing you on the soft bed.

He parted and took a minute to take in your already disheveled appearance. Your hair was messy due to his fingers carding through the locks, your face flushed and lips swollen, painted in a beautiful pink as you bit down on your lower lip, pulling him down again, locking your ankles behind his back.

“Please Tae, fuck me.”

That’s all it took for Taehyung to turn on the switch in his mind and soon enough, your shirts were on the floor, followed by your shoes, socks, and pants, leaving both of you in your underwear as his hips ground into yours in a deliciously sinful way that had you gasping and gripping his brown strands of hair, the arousal between your legs growing. Hushed whispers and pleas left your lips, telling him to hurry up but he savored your whimpers, taking his time to hear more of those melodic sounds leaving your plush lips.

His lips traveled over your skin, nipping and sucking to leave soft buds of rose and lavender all over your chest and collarbone up to your neck, hands slipping behind your back to unclasp your bra skillfully. His big hands running over your skin, toying with your hardened nubs, leaving you in a flustered and whining state, gently tugging on his hair to silently tell him to hurry up as your lips connected once more in a sweet kiss. Taehyung chuckled lowly and pinched your nipples as his plump lips continued their journey down your breasts, again leaving your skin scattered with marks in hues of red until he reached the waistband of your panties. Hooking his long fingers under it, he slowly pulled them down your legs, throwing them over his shoulder and spreading your thighs to admire the glistening heat between your legs and run a finger through your already soaked folds. You closed your eyes and spread your thighs even wider, encouraging him to go further, pushing a finger inside the tight heat.

You didn’t feel embarrassed or bashful as you opened your eyes, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch Taehyung’s awed face as his now two fingers slowly pumped in and out of you. The pink tongue that swiped over his lips mere seconds ago was now lapping at your swollen clit, your hands instantly flying to his hair and curses leaving your lips. His tongue was merciless on you, flicking and pushing flat against it, humming as if he was the one receiving all the pleasure. Your hips bucked up to his face as he directed his gaze towards you, face contorting in pleasure as he groaned, his cock straining against his boxers.

“Fuck, you’re already so needy baby,” he smirked and you gasped as his lips wrapped around the sensitive nub, sucking gently, letting go and moving his fingers a little faster, curling them up to rub against that one spot that had you writhing from his actions.

“Please Tae, stop teasing,” you moaned out and he retreated his fingers, replacing them with his skillful tongue that had you almost screaming out in pleasure as you felt your high approaching already. His teasing and the way his tongue moved against you, paired with his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit had your back arching and incoherent words leaving your lips in a string of curses as pleasure washed over you. Your eyes were screwed shut, white spots flashing your vision as you almost ripped out some strands of Taehyung’s hazelnut hair, overwhelmed with pleasure. He kept rubbing your clit, prolonging your high until you were trembling under his touch. He then wiped his lips and his chin with the back of his hand before kissing you passionately, making you taste yourself on his tongue and stealing your breath.

“You taste so fucking good, do you know that?”

Your eyes opened as he retreated, reluctantly taking off his boxers and getting a condom from the back pocket of his jeans. Raising an eyebrow, you giggled as he shrugged, a nonchalant comment falling off his lips.

“You never know and I guess the stars aligned in my favor tonight,” he chuckled and pumped himself a few times before rolling the condom on and stepping closer to you. You placed your hands over his shoulders, causing him to look up at you through his lashes. You pulled him against you, kissing him feverishly as you switched your positions, his back now against the headboard, with you straddling his hips and aligning his cock with your dripping entrance.

You let out a moan in unison as you slowly sunk down his length, relishing in the pleasurable stretch as he filled you up deliciously. Gripping his broad shoulders, you wasted no time and started moving your hips. His hands quickly found your waist, guiding your movements as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back in pure pleasure, your walls clenching around him so heavenly that he almost came that instant. Taehyung tilted his head, bangs sticking to his forehead, kissing your neck as you ground down on him, small mewls and whimpers leaving your swollen, pink lips.

“God, Y/N, you feel so fucking good around me,” he grunted and pulled your hips up to slam them back down, a guttural groan coming out of your mouth. He shifted and leaned back, pulling you on top of him as he propped his feet up on the mattress and started thrusting with a fast and steady pace. You were taken by surprise and gripped his shoulders, your nails leaving little red crescents as he pounded into your tight heat, bringing you closer to ecstasy with each thrust. He wrecked you, recklessly chasing his high as his hand sneaked between your sweaty bodies and rubbed your clit slowly. Your walls clenched around him, hands sneaking up to gently pull on the locks as your orgasm crashed down. A loud moan of Taehyung’s name left your lips as you came, body trembling in his hold as he slowed down his thrusts to ride out your high. He felt his own approaching and just a few harsh thrusts later, he groaned your name and let his come fill the condom.

You collapsed on his chest, panting heavily as he pulled out of you with a hiss, softly rolling around to throw the condom away before he walked back to the bed, pulling the covers up and over your bodies, feeling exhaustion take over the both of you. You smiled tiredly as he pushed a few sweaty strands out of your face and pecked your lips, blushing as he did so.

“I know this is a really bad time to confess, but I,” he averted his gaze, only looking at you when you softly touched his cheek, “I kinda like you, Y/N.”

Your heart pounded in your ribcage, threatening to be heard as your smile widened and you traced his lips with your thumb.

“I kinda like you too, Taehyung. And I’m glad I took up your offer to stay here, you made my trip amazingly memorable, especially this last night,” you giggled and felt his arm around your waist as he pulled you closer, kissing your forehead. He smiled warmly at you and you stole a last sweet kiss before you let the sleepiness take over you.

Waking up, you felt a slight sting from in between your legs and you recalled last night’s activities with Taehyung, who was still sleeping peacefully beside you. You blushed and smiled to yourself because you finally did it. You’d felt attracted to him the second you laid your eyes on him but you never thought that the attraction would develop into something more, especially in that short amount of time. You were so deep in your thoughts that you were startled by the adolescent pulling you close, mumbling a gruffy “good morning baby” before opening his beautiful eyes, the chocolate irises warm and his smile making your heart beat faster.

“Did you sleep well?”

You nodded and pushed some strands out of his face, revealing his forehead. He hummed and rolled onto his back, pulling you onto his chest where you absentmindedly traced patterns, even attaching your lips to the smooth skin and littering it in hickeys like you’d imagined doing on the first night. You mumbled against the skin.

“I really don’t wanna leave.”

“Baby, I don’t want you to leave either but you booked the ticket and I figured it was quite pricey, no?” Taehyung chuckled and you propped your face on your hands, looking at his cute puffy face.

“You’re right, it was. And I don’t wanna miss that train because if I do, I’ll have to spend even more money,” you pout and sigh. He caressed your jaw and tilted his head, sitting up and pulling you onto his lap.

“I meant what I said last night. I really like you, Y/N. I’m glad you came here with me,” he smiled and you kissed his cheek, a slight blush tinting your cheeks as you reciprocated his confession.

Your last day consisted of eating pancakes at Taehyung’s favorite place, taking some with you for the train as you strolled through Amsterdam’s streets one last time, the familiar smell of food and weed filling your nose one last time before Taehyung pulled out his phone, taking pictures as you talked, blushing as you caught him.

“At least send me those,” you frowned playfully and he then realized he didn’t have your number. You laughed as you punched in the digits on his phone, smiling warmly at him as you stole a quick peck. You quickly headed back to his apartment, packing your belongings and making your way to the main station. Realizing that you were about to spend your last minutes in Amsterdam, you grabbed Taehyung’s hand, holding it tightly as you waited for the train to arrive. When it was time for you to leave, he cradled your face and kissed you gently, leaving your lips tingling and your chest buzzing.

“Text me when you’re home, okay? I promise I’ll see you soon.”

You nodded and waved at him as you stepped inside and took a seat, pulling out a book he’d lent you - his favorite - and his smile widened as he sent you a flying kiss. He waved as the train started moving and you slowly disappeared from his sight. With a sigh, he made his way home as he looked around, the city suddenly seeming dull as you weren’t by his side, your precious giggles filling his ear. He flopped down on his bed, opening his laptop and his fingers flew over the keyboard as he recalled the past two day’s memories.

As for you, you carried on with life as usual, but you were missing a certain energetic boy by your side. It had been a month since you met him and you felt lonely without his smile, frowning when you didn’t wake up next to the sunkissed adolescent. You sighed, texting him when you walked home from work. Your gaze was steadily focused on the ground as your phone buzzed and your brows furrowed as you pulled out your phone and read Taehyung’s text.

Taeddy Bear: Look up darling, don’t frown, it doesn’t suit your beautiful face.

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1. Who was the last person you held hands with?ella2. Are you outgoing or shy?depends3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?ella, my parents, jordan4. Are you easy to get along with?depends lol5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?yes6. What kind of people are you attracted to?apparently I have a thing for brunettes. but it depends... personality wise7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?I hope so, yes8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?um. I babysat for my sister so my brother in law?9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?depends on who im talking to10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?ella11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?“it autocorrected)12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?only the wild ones - dispatchkept woman - fleet foxesperfect places - lordenancy from now on - fjmtime is dancing - ben howard

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?i mean it depends but yeah14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?maybe? idk15. What good thing happened this summer?ella’s parents like me and they talked about when I become a music teacher which means they think well stay together and that just makes me really happy16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?yes17. Do you think there is life on other planets?yes18. Do you still talk to your first crush?god no19. Do you like bubble baths?yeah :)20. Do you like your neighbors?I don’t really know them21. What are you bad habits?picking my skin. especially the bottom of my feet. they havent healed since before january22. Where would you like to travel?so many places, but right now the south pacific and greece23. Do you have trust issues?oh yes24. Favorite part of your daily routine?facetiming ella when we go to bed25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?my stomach26. What do you do when you wake up?check my phone, text ella, attempt to go back to sleep lol27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?darker but like. when I tan I tan kinda like... Mediterranean if that makes sense (I think it’s jewish genes?) but I wanna be like that all the time not just in the summer28. Who are you most comfortable around?ella, my dad, jordan29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?no30. Do you ever want to get married?yes31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?yes32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?none? idk33. Spell your name with your chin.leah34. Do you play sports? What sports?not really but I used to play softball until I quit35. Would you rather live without TV or music?TV36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?yes 37. What do you say during awkward silences?nothing... or too much38. Describe your dream girl/guy?my gf39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?candy stores and cute book/art stores40. What do you want to do after high school?go to college for music education41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?depends42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?im sad, thinking, dissociating, or angry43. Do you smile at strangers?yes44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?space45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?idk tbh46. What are you paranoid about?a lot of things... right now someone breaking into my house47. Have you ever been high?no48. Have you ever been drunk?yes49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?yeah50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?purple51. Ever wished you were someone else?sometimes52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?anxiety53. Favourite makeup brand?I don’t wear makeup a lot54. Favourite store?annie blooms55. Favourite blog???? I like a lot... anything with a nice soft aesthetic

56. Favourite colour?lavender or turquoise57. Favourite food?mac n cheese or olives58. Last thing you ate?mac n cheese lol59. First thing you ate this morning?bacon60. Ever won a competition? For what?yes. I won a national award for community service. that’s the only one that comes to mind?61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?nope62. Been arrested? For what?nope63. Ever been in love?right now64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?my first kiss ever was in a play with a boy. he was paris and I was helen of troy. it was..... unpleasant.my first kiss that was not acting was last summer. we were watching criminal minds but that’s all I remember because I had so much adrenaline65. Are you hungry right now?no66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?depends67. Facebook or Twitter?facebook68. Twitter or Tumblr?tumblr69. Are you watching tv right now?yup70. Names of your bestfriends?jordan, ella, nichole71. Craving something? What?love and affection 72. What colour are your towels?blue and pink72. How many pillows do you sleep with?4-573. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?no74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?like 6 maybe?75. Favourite animal?my dog76. What colour is your underwear?pink77. Chocolate or Vanilla?chocolate78. Favourite ice cream flavour?mmm honey lavender from salt n straw is pretty good79. What colour shirt are you wearing?blue80. What colour pants?black81. Favourite tv show?of all time? idk I love grace and frankie a lot82. Favourite movie?83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?184. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?mean girls85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?I... couldn’t tell you it’s been a while since I watched it86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?dory87. First person you talked to today?in person? nichole88. Last person you talked to today?my sister89. Name a person you hate?jacob. I hate several jacobs lol90. Name a person you love?ella91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?pick any of the jacobs 92. In a fight with someone?no93. How many sweatpants do you have?294. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?like 7 or 8 probably95. Last movie you watched?beginners but nichole and I werent paying attention96. Favourite actress?I admire meryl streep a lot97. Favourite actor?martin sheen98. Do you tan a lot?yeah99. Have any pets?yes, a dog100. How are you feeling?okay? my leg feels weird and my dog is afraid of the fireworks101. Do you type fast?pretty fast, yeah102. Do you regret anything from your past?oh boy103. Can you spell well?I can spell pretty decently104. Do you miss anyone from your past?yes105. Ever been to a bonfire party?no106. Ever broken someone’s heart?maybe?107. Have you ever been on a horse?yeah but for like 5 minutes108. What should you be doing?sleeping109. Is something irritating you right now?my leg110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?yes111. Do you have trust issues?oh yes112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?my mom? or maybe ella113. What was your childhood nickname?monkey or leah bu114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?yes115. Do you play the Wii?I used to116. Are you listening to music right now?no117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?yes118. Do you like Chinese food?yes119. Favourite book?milk and honey is good120. Are you afraid of the dark?sometimes121. Are you mean?depends122. Is cheating ever okay?no123. Can you keep white shoes clean?probably not but I dont know because I dont trust myself to own them lol124. Do you believe in love at first sight?no125. Do you believe in true love?....yes?126. Are you currently bored?knda127. What makes you happy?being with people I love, dogs, music128. Would you change your name?no129. What your zodiac sign?cancer130. Do you like subway?it’s okay131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?turn them down nicely132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?ella I think133. Favourite lyrics right now?ummmmmmm good question134. Can you count to one million?if I wanted to, yeah135. Dumbest lie you ever told?“im not upset”136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?closed137. How tall are you?5′4138. Curly or Straight hair?curly139. Brunette or Blonde?brunette140. Summer or Winter?summer141. Night or Day?night142. Favourite month?april or may maybe143. Are you a vegetarian?no144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?dark145. Tea or Coffee?tea146. Was today a good day?pretty good yeah147. Mars or Snickers?snickers148. What’s your favourite quote?I like what Tchaikovsky says about music149. Do you believe in ghosts?maybe?150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?“just get an early start” from good poems for hard times by garrison keillor

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Darling Deer! SFX Makeup!

Welcome Back!

So. I believe I've discovered that doing these every week is not exactly the most viable of options. So I'm going to just put one up each time I go and try a new activity or when I want to write about a previous experience. Should be simple enough. I have to admit, this blog has been a lot of fun thus far. Writing about and sharing my experiences with everyone who takes the time to even peek at this is a nice feeling.

That being said, I'm sure you're not here for my rambling. You're here for the newest entry. One where I went a bit outside my comfort zone and tried something completely new and foreign to me. (And generally foreign to a lot of guys as well. Hopefully this blog encourages more of them to explore!)

SFX/Theatrical Makeup.

You heard that right. Special effects makeup, or as some say, theatrical makeup. It was on my list of suggestions and seeing how there are plenty of Makeup Artists in the area. I decided to tackle this one (And a future one) on my list first.

Now I have to admit, I was surprised at how difficult it was to find a makeup artist willing to do this. It seems there is a certain stigma that hangs in the air that is slightly particular to men seeking out a makeup artist. Especially via Kijiji, Facebook etc. So instead of plenty of replies, I managed to only get two interested parties. One of which flat out denied me and the other which I would consider a diamond amongst the rest of them!

Enter Lauren Victoria Kirk Makeup. (Link to her page below! Check her out if you're local. Or not. Spread the word!) She was the first MUA to really respond with genuine interest, and despite my own anxieties and self-conscious habits. We managed to come to an agreed date, and I showed up.

Now before I continue, a little unknown fact about me. I'm SUPER self conscious about my skin. I've never been particularily blessed in that department, I've had acne for a very long time, I've got all sorts of scarring on my face, neck, chest etc. and it's enough that I rarely even take my shirt off anywhere but home. So this whole makeup thing was kind of a big deal for me, as well as it was a new experience.

Moving on!

Being a guy. I can't say I've ever really been in this sort of scenario. We aren't generally the type who go out and get our makeup done just for the heck of it. A stigma that this amazing MUA made me realize should be broken down a bit. Because makeup is genuinely fun and enjoyable and an experience everyone should try at least once. IN my experience, makeup can be magical. Don't believe me? Go look up dramatic makeup transformations and wait for the tears to flow <3

So going into this, I had an idea of what I wanted to do. Another little known fact about me, I totally follow makeup trends and watch beauty bloggers on youtube. So what was I looking for? To be turned into some spooky scary creature? To look like I was undead or have 12 eyes? Nope. I wanted to become a fawn for a day. This little makeup trend popped up into the public eye a few years back as a halloween look. It's as much a SFX look as it is a beauty look because the eyes are made to really 'pop'. It revolves around tastefully extreme contouring, and varying shades of brown, white and everything in between.

Leading up to this, I'd seen so many ideas for this look that I simply made a giant pinterest board and sent it to my soon-to-be makeup artist and told her to choose one she'd like to do. Kind of like a surprise look! (And a surprise it was! She totally made me wait until the end to see the final look! No sneak peeks! Which was amazing and made the experience that much more enjoyable.)

Located in a cute little suburb not far from my home, Lauren works out of her home. Which I assure you, is not at all discouraging. I was greeted with a smile and she did a great job at putting my anxieties at ease after sitting me in this AMAZINGLY comfortable optimus prime transforming makeup chair. What I mean to say, is it was a wood and canvas chair that unfolded in a really neat way and was ridiculously comfortable to sit in. And it's unfolding. reminded me of a transformer.

We chatted a little bit, and then it was down to business. Now I have to say, I now understand why makeup applications are offered at most local spa's/hair salons now. Not only is it convenient for clients. But it's totally something I could see myself falling asleep during. It was a surprisingly relaxing experience as my face was worked on. From foundation to lashes, and oh yes. There was lashes. Another new experience within this new experience. False lashes feel funny, you can see them on the outskirts of your vision. But do they ever make your eyes POP! it was neat.

Overall, it was a genuinely enjoyable experience. From the first brushes of concealer to the final pokes of the cute white dots lining my face. It was honestly enjoyable. It took us a good few hours to get through, but we had plenty of things to chat about as she worked. I was more than comfortable after the first few brushstrokes.

So, now that she's made me wait the WHOLE time without knowing how my face was looking. Now came the reveal and I was stunned to say the least. Not in a bad way. But a good way. While it was SFX makeup, it was the first time I'd ever seen my skin without any sign of redness, or acne. So kind of a big deal to me. Thank you for that Lauren.

BUt then there was the whole look. It was pretty, cute and stunning all at the same time and I kind of loved it. It makes me regret not pursuing the art after doing 4 years of cosmetology during my school career. But I was genuinly blown away by how unique it looked. I did in fact, look like a pretty fawn. And my eyes were almost glowing with the accents that had been added.

I even came out a bit more knowledgeable. My MUA did a great job explaining everything step-by-step and guiding me through the process on where to look and what to do. Needless to say, the people at the halloween part I was at afterwards were surprised!

It was an experience that I genuinely enjoyed and would definitely do again. Perhaps I'll make a yearly entry for SFX makeup during the halloween season. I feel like that could be quite fun!

So I feel like this is a good place to leave things. If you haven't gone to your local MUA and had them doll you up into something unique, I encourage you to do so! These people work hard at their craft and need people like us willing to let them work on our faces to hone it.

Oh! And before I forget, Please check out my Makeup Artists Page and give it a like. She's a great lady;

https://www.facebook.com/laurenvkirkartistry/

Without further ado.

Dare To Try,

Sam

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5000 Questions Part 1

I found this cool 5000 question survey. I’ll be posting 100 answers every few days or so, whenever I feel like it, until I get through all of them. Don’t worry, they’ll be hidden behind a “keep reading”. You should also participate! The questions are over at https://5000questionsur.livejournal.com.

1. Who are you? Alice 2. What are the 3 most important things everyone should know about you? My real identity will never be revealed on this blog, most of these posts are word vomit, meditation significantly improved my well-being.

3. When you aren't filling out 5,000 question surveys like this one what are you doing? Probably watching Netflix or wishing I was asleep.

4. List your classes in school from the ones you like the most to the ones you like the least (or if you are out of school, think of the classes you did like and didn't like at the time). I really liked my cognitive psychology class and some of my other psychology classes. Math and history were always my least favorite.

5. What is your biggest goal for this year? Feel more confident about dating and my future. 6. Where do you want to be in 5 years? Working at a theatre company full time. Have a cat (or two). 7. What stage of life are you in right now? Post-grad 8. Are you more child-like or childish? Lmao what? Child-like I guess. 9. What is the last thing you said out loud? It wasn’t words, it was like a “ughhhhhhrhrrrrrrr” from stress. 10. What song comes closest to how you feel about your life right now? I don’t have one. I honestly don’t pay super close attention to lyrics in songs. 11. Have you ever taken martial arts classes? Yeah once when I was little. 12. Does your life tend to get better or worse or does it just stay the same? That’s a hard question to answer. This past year, it’s stayed mostly the same. 13. Does time really heal all wounds? Maybe not heal, but scab over. 14. How do you handle a rainy day? Put on my anorak and grab an umbrella. 15. Which is worse...losing your luggage or having to sort out tangled holiday lights? Losing your luggage. Are these two even comparable? 16. How is your relationship with your parents? Eh it could be better. Will you miss them when they are gone? Yes and I don’t appreciate them enough now. 17. Do you tend to be aware of what is going on around you? Sometimes. It really depends on what I’m doing. At work I’m pretty good of being aware of things, but tbh I zone out a lot when I’m driving. 18. What is the truest thing that you know? My boobs are two different sizes. 19. What did you want to be when you grew up? An actress. 20. Have you ever been given a second chance? No but I haven’t really needed or wanted one. 21. Are you more of a giver or a taker? Hate to say it, but taker. 22. Do you make your decisions with an open heart/mind? Lmao no I usually make decisions on impusle. 23. What is the most physically painful thing that has ever happened to you? When I was like, 11, we were on my aunt’s and uncle’s farm and we were feeding the goats and one of them RAMMED INTO MY KNEE. It even made a hole through my pants. 24. What is the most emotionally painful thing that has ever happened to you? This is a really long story. I might actually make a post about it sometime if people were interested. But TL;DR I told my best guy friend I liked him, he took advantage of me, and then stopped talking to me. 25. Who have you hugged today? Myself and my blanket. 26. Who has done something today to show they care about you? The guy I’m going on a date with tonight texted me this morning saying he was excited to meet me :) 27. Do you have a lot to learn? Fuck yes. 28. If you could learn how to do three things just by wishing and not by working what would they be? A Act B Sing C Dance 29. Which do you remember the longest: what other people say, what other people do or how other people make you feel? What they say and how they make me feel 30. What are the key ingredients to having a good relationship? Trust and support? Lmao idk not like I’ve ever had a relationship. 31. What 3 things do you want to do before you die? A Become friends with a tiger. B See the northern lights. C Adopt a cat. 32. What three things would you want to die to avoid doing? A Anal B Having a boring dead-end job C Having to kill someone 33. Is there a cause you believe in more than any other cause? Evolution over creationism. 34. What does each decade make you think of: The 19.. 20's: Flappers 30's: Flappers??? 40's: Victory rolls 50's: More victory rolls 60's: Hey mama welcome to the 60′s 70's: HAIR HAIR HAIR HAIR HAIR HAIRR HAIRRR HAIRRR flow it show it long as I can grow it my HAIR 80's: women’s business suits with insane shoulder pads 90's: grunge 2000 (so far): Brittney Spears 2010's: depression 35. Which decade do you feel the most special connection to and why? Probably the 2010′s because it’s the one I have the clearest memories of.

36. What is your favorite oldie/classic rock song? Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce.

37. What country do you live in and who is the leader of that country? USA, D****d T***p If you could say any sentence to the current leader of your country what would it be? You have tiny hands. 38. What's your favorite TV channel to watch in the middle of the night? Adult Swim 39. What Disney villain are you the most like and why? God I don’t know, I don’t pay attention to these things. 40. Have you ever been a girl scout/boy scout? Nope. 41. If you were traveling to another continent would you rather fly or take a boat? Boat! 42. Why is the sky blue during the day and black at night? Something about light particles and water, right? 43. What does your name mean? Whatever I want it to. 44. Would you rather explore the deeps of the ocean or outer space? The ocean! So much cool shit down there. 45. Word association What is the first word that comes to mind when you see the word: Air: Bender Meat: Sandwich Different: Good Pink: My blog Deserve: More White: Wine Elvis: Presley Magic: My friend Heart: Love sucks Clash: of Clans Pulp: Fiction 46. If you could meet any person in the world who is dead who would you want it to be? Mr. Rogers 47. What if you could meet anyone who is alive? Obama 48. Is there a movie that you love so much you could watch it everyday? What We Do In The Shadows!!! 49. You are going to be stuck alone in an elevator for a week. What do you bring to do? Computer with internet connection 50. Have you ever saved someone's life or had your life saved? Nope

51. Make up a definition for the following silly words... Fruitgoogle: When you put your eye really close to fruit to try to get a closer look Ambytime: A special unit of time that ambidextrous people use Asscactus: A specialty buttplug with thick spikes 52. What was the last thing you made with your own hands? A sandwich 53. What was your favorite toy as a child? Bunny blanky 54. How many TV’s are in your house? 2 55. What is your favorite thing to do outside? Watch the clouds go by 56. How do you feel when you see a rainbow? Like I want to find the end of it. 57. Have you ever dreamt a dream that came true? Maybe??? 58. Have you ever been to a psychic/tarot reader? No 59. What is your idea of paradise? Wherever I’m happiest 60. Do you believe in god and if so what is he/she/it like? Not one bit. 61. Do you believe in Hell? No. 62. What one thing have you done that most people haven't? Lived in another country for a few months. 63. What is the kindest thing you have ever done? Idk but the other day I gave a homeless person the trail mix I had in my bag 64. Are you a patient person? Lol FUCK no. 65. What holiday should exist but doesn't? National Voting Day. Everyone should be excused from work and school so they can vote. 66. What holiday shouldn't exist but does? Columbus Day. It’s not even historically accurate. 67. What's the best joke you ever heard? http://longestjokeintheworld.com/ 68. Where is the most fun place you have EVER been? The Pink Palace in Corfu, Greece 69. Is your hair natural or dyed? Natural

70. Do you have any deep dark secrets or are you pretty much up front? I have one that I will never tell anybody and I don’t even like thinking about it. 71. What is under your bed right now? A thong. 72. If you were in the Land of Oz would you want to live there or go home? Probably go home. 73. If you drive do you frequently speed? Yeah but I just do it to go with the flow of traffic... and a little faster than that. 74. What is the world's best song to dance to? The Way We Touch by WE ARE TWIN 75. What song was on the last time you danced with someone? Absolutely no idea. 76. Do you prefer Disney or Warner Brothers? Either one is fine. 77. What is the first animal you would run to see if you went to the zoo? TIGER!!!! 78. Would you consider yourself to be romantic? Not particularly. 79. If the earth stopped rotating would we all fly off? No??? Lmao what kind of question is this? We have gravity. 80. What is the one thing that you love to do so much that you would make sacrifices to be able to do it? Well, acting. But I’m already doing that. Although I guess “having a miserable life” isn’t really a sacrifice compared to secure finances, in my opinion. 81. If you (and everyone) had to lose one right or freedom, but you could pick which one everyone had to lose, what would you pick? I have no idea so I’m just going to say guns. 82. If you had to choose would you live on the equator or at the North Pole? Equator! So much cool wildlife there. 83. Would you rather give up listening to music or watching television? Omgggg I’m gonna go with listening to music. Watching Netflix and tv accounts for way too much of my time. 84. What do you think makes someone a hero? Being selfless in the face of hardship. 85. What cartoon would you like to be a character in? Avatar the Last Airbender/Legend of Korra 86. Name one thing that turns your stomach: Bodily fluids 87. What was the last thing you paid for? Taco Bell 88. Are you a coupon clipper? No 89. Get anything good in the mail recently? No but my Grandma is mailing me something this week and I have no idea what it is. 90. Which would you rather take as a gym class...dancing, sailing, karate, or bowling? Dancing or sailing 91. In Star Trek people 'beam' back and forth between different places. What this means is they stand in a little tube and their molecules are deconstructed and sent to another tube somewhere else where they are reassembled. Only problem is when the molecules are deconstructed the person is dead. When they are put back together it is only a clone that has all the dead person's memories. So... Is the person who gets beamed the same person on both ends? WHAT 92. What insects are you afraid of? All of them 93. If you could print any phrase on a T-shirt, what would it say? leave me alone 94. What's the most eccentric thing you have ever worn? For one part I had, I had to wear a really short tight leather skirt and thigh high stockings. 95. If you could pick one food that you could eat all you wanted but it would have no effect on how much you weigh, what food would it be? CHOCOLAAAAATE 96. What are your parents interested in? Retiring 97. Have you ever caught an insect and kept it as a pet? No but I did that with snails when I was little. Have you ever caught and tamed a wild animal? Caught a feral kitten and brought her to the humane society but I didn’t tame her myself. 98. What is more helpful to you, wishes or plans? Plans. 99. When do you feel your life energy the strongest? Night time. 100. You are spending the night alone in the woods and may bring only 3 items with you. What do you bring? A knife, a fire starting kit, and plenty of clean water.

#5000 question survey #survey #answers #5000 questions

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