Livie

As of this morning, this is how much money is in my bank account. This is a very inopportune and unsexy time for this to happen, given that I am currently in between jobs (layed off a couple weeks ago and still looking) and life doesn’t really give a shit—I still owe about $70 this week for my car and phone, as well as upcoming medical bills for my fall a month back or so (insurance is still finagling how much to fuck me with), as well as sometimes food and almost definitely gas (I’m gonna hit low tank again this week), so I need as much as I can get. In addition to what I will entail further down this post, I am also trying to sell whatever extraneous things I can to put towards the above expenses.

I’m now opening commissions! It’s sort of an odd product, but space art has always been what I’m best at, so I’m putting it to use as best I can:

For $5, I will make you a fully customized planet.

We’re talking environment, coloration, rocky, gas giant, you name it. If you specify, I can do it. I can even work in specific continents/oceans if you provide me with a decent description/map to build upon. These pieces will be a combination of photomanipulation (with royalty-free images) and digital painting.

Optional additions include:

Any additional moons: + 50 cents per moon

Depending on the angle you want your planet viewed (towards the front or back), one sun is free by default. Any additional suns: + 50 cents per sun

Stars are free with the backdrop, but additional objects including hand-drawn nebulae will be an additional $2.50

The pieces will be a square 1000x1000, with the planet as the central focal point. If you’re interested in a sizing outside of this method, with the planet(s) decentralized, then feel free to discuss it with me. As of now, if in the same piece, each fully-developed planet will be $5 and the remaining objects will be the same price as stated above. If you want enough objects to form a full piece, then we can negotiate a compounded price that’s variable on the time and detail (it would be my first time commissioning a full piece, so bear with me please). Same goes for humanoid characters—I can draw them, but the results may be interesting.

Now for examples:

Note: For reiteration, the stars are included by default, but some of these examples don’t have them.

Front-lit, sun is on the “same side” as the viewer

Back-lit, everything is on the “opposite side” of the viewer

Backlit with some nebula

Full focus on nebula

Examples of figures

Avatar The Last Airbender is not a kid’s show. I know I’m not the first one to say it. I won’t be the last.

The themes in the show are not themes young children can really understand. I was very young when I started watching, and only recently rewatched the whole entire thing.

And let me tell you, the difference was stunning.

As a kid, I saw people throwing rocks with their minds or throwing air, water, and fire with their hands. All of the messages about Yin and Yang, balance, and discovering yourself flew WAY over my head.

I mean, all I saw with Tui and La, was fish. Just fish. I didn’t think they had any special meaning, despite what the characters were saying around them. My whole entire focus was on “who’s gonna fight next” and cheering Aang on. Nothing else.

I didn’t understand the sacrifice Yue made either when she became the moon spirit, not until I was much older. I just thought she did it because she wanted to do it, not because the moon spirit had literally JUST BEEN SUCKER PUNCHED TO DEATH. Like I said, I thought it was just a fish. (I cried though. Poor fishy.)

I didn’t understand character development either. I hated Zuko from day one. I didn’t care that he made himself into a better man. I just didn’t like him. He was evil, always would be evil to child me. Hell, I hated him so much I hated Uncle Iroh. I hated anyone who was on his side. Kids don’t have the understanding that people can, and do, change. That’s why if you’re mean to a kid once, they’ll hold a grudge for a long ass time.

Bloodbending scared the ever loving shit out of me. Not because I understood what was really happening, but because Hama made it seem so horrible and the atmosphere was really well done. Now it is still scary, but because I understand that the person being bloodbent has absolutely NO CONTROL over anything their body does. And they’re still fully conscious of it. Imagining that is terrifying.

I didn’t understand the darkness in Katara either. I always thought she was nothing but a good person, that she could do now wrong. That she never would. Again, going back to not understanding the Yin/Yang messages and that people can and do change. I didn’t understand what pain could make you do because I was still too young to have experienced much.

And Azula. Much like Zuko, I hated her guts. Still do to a point, but when you look back at her childhood, you can see why she turned out the way she did. Her Mom didn’t have much time for her because she was too busy protecting Zuko from Ozai. Ozai used that to fuel her fire, to turn her into his version of what she should be. Pretty soon, all she cared about was power, just like her father.

As a child I was cheering when Azula was chained up after the Final Agni Kai. Even when she was crying I was happy about it. Finally, all the bad guys except Zuko are gone! That’s what ran through my head.

But now, the expression on her face breaks my heart. You see all that pain in her eyes. You see all of the abandonment issues, the desire to be respected, to be wanted, to have the power back that was just taken from you because you were raised to believe that’s all you had…

Not to mention the themes of racism, genocide, tyranny, and war that had to be overcome. Bottom line, this show is definitely a better watch as an adult. I understand so much more.

(Zuko is now my favorite character, please don’t crucify me.)

Hermione: You know, it sounds a lot like your regular voice.

there’s fic. there’s people who analyze a character’s motivations and voice and inner workings to the point that they can write that character, and write them well, and explore them beyond the boundaries of the canon, the everlasting questions of “what if?” or “why that?” or “what happened then?”

and there’s podfic, there’s people who see fic and say “there are people who can’t read this, or don’t have time to, and I should make it available to them”, and then they make their own audiobook.

there’s fan-art, there’s edits, there’s people creating visual representations of works people love. fan-art that makes people cry, or laugh, fan-art that depicts characters attaining the happiness that they don’t get to achieve, or that depicts them in a way that aligns them with part of a group that the author didn’t think to include.

and there’s people who write meta, who write brilliant, thought-provoking analysis for fun, people who change the way everyone else thinks about the characters. there’s people who look up relevant facts and do the necessary historical research.  there’s people who contribute with their knowledge of a certain language, a specific historical period, anything relevant that furthers the understandings of others.

and there are people that they do it for. people who comment, people who ask questions, people who keysmash in the tags, people who leave asks on a bad day, and anyone can be that, and fandom can’t function without these people, 

Some fluffy, friends-to-lovers fluff for @mhcalamas. I hope you like it! 

She felt Draco’s shoulder nudge hers and her mouth pulled into a twist. His grey eyes were wide, a heavy furrow in his brow. Hermione sighed, sinking deeper into the couch.

“You’re right,” she muttered, “it’s time I move on. I get it. He was just…”

“I know,” Draco agreed with a flippant shrug. “Crooks was family.”

Her mouth pulled into a smile at his easy admission. At the way he always seemed to understand her. It was strange to think how they had spent the first eight years of knowing one another at complete odds, when given the fact of how intuitive their friendship had become, years later.

“But Granger, really,” he went on, a hint of a smirk dancing at the corners of his mouth, “he was ancient.”

“Well fine,” Hermione agreed. It had been two months since Crookshanks had left her but she hadn’t quite been able to shake the melancholy, and Draco had caught her on a rough day when he’d Apparated over. “I suppose he’d seen quite a few days.”

“No greater life by a feline has ever been lived.” Draco gave a solemn nod. His expression was hesitant as he turned to face her. “But believe it or not,” he went on in a drawl, “I’m actually here for a reason today.”

“Aside from irritating me?” Hermione asked with a derisive snort.

Draco released a mocking ‘ha’ as he rose to his feet. “Wait here.”

He returned from the kitchen moments later with a large box in his arms. Hermione perked up, curiosity piqued, as she leaned forward in her seat.

Without ceremony, Draco reached into the box and deposited a small kitten in her lap. It was black and grey and blinked up at her with large blue eyes. Hermione’s mouth fell open, wide eyes swinging to Draco as he handed her another kitten, this one cream and toffee coloured.

“I know.” He shook his head. “You always tell me I’m indecisive. But look at them, Hermione. There was no way I was leaving with just one.”

She gaped at the fresh pair of kittens crawling across her lap, stunned.

“You bought me two –”

“Three,” he interrupted, handing her a pure white kitten with grey eyes. He offered her a smirk, his grey eyes meeting hers. “But you have to name this one Draco.”

“Three kittens,” Hermione said, her eyes stinging as she nodded. Something pulsed in her chest as she stared at the look on his face.

“Three kittens.” Draco gave an appraising nod. “You always said you wished you’d been able to get Crooks a friend but you didn’t have the time growing up to look after more than one.”

“Draco, I –” She shook her head, lost for words at the kindness of the gesture. She cradled the kittens to her chest, peering up at him from a mass of fur.

“Before you get too soppy on me,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “I also got you this.”

He handed her a small box from within the pocket of his trousers, and Hermione felt a surge of trepidation before he gave a hurried gesture and she popped the lid.

Inside was a thin silver chain bracelet, featuring a small charm of an orange cat. But it had the squashed face and irritable countenance of Crooks, and Hermione released a watery laugh as she grinned at him. “It’s perfect.”

“So you’ll always be able to keep him with you,” Draco mused, absently reaching for the bracelet and releasing the clasp.

Hermione swallowed, meeting the sudden intensity of his stare. “You bought me jewellery.”

“I did.” There was a hard set to his jaw as he held her eyes.

For as long as they’d been friends, Draco had stubbornly refused to declare for any witch, much to his mother’s chagrin. There was a heavy significance to the gifting of jewellery in the wizarding world, and Hermione felt a breath catch in her throat.

His fingers grazed the back of her hand, questioning.

She whispered, “You’re serious?”

His lips pressed into a smile but Hermione could see the nervous hesitation behind the gesture. He ran a hand through his hair. “If you’ll have me.”

Hermione’s heart raced in earnest now as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “Suppose I’m going to need help raising three kittens, now won’t I?”

Heartcanon: I don’t have a particular rationale for why this ought to be the case, I just like to imagine it’s true because it gives me the warm fuzzies

Gutcanon: it’s not that I actively want this to be the case – it just unaccountably feels like it should be

Junkcanon: I like to imagine it’s true because it gives me the other kind of warm fuzzies

imagine Hermione & Draco’s surprise in POA when Hermione punches him in the face and suddenly everything is in color

Draco would notice the red tint that’s settled onto her cheeks due to her anger towards him & the brown color of her curls along with the hazely warmth of her eyes

Hermione would be shocked to see everything turn so vibrant, her anger subsiding because what the fuck?

Malfoy is so not her soulmate

but he also kind of is

Spring Ravenclaw

A/N: A little birthday gift for @sayrahsunshine ❤️

Summary: Draco will admit that Hermione is a brilliant witch, but there are still moments when she is incredibly oblivious.

Pairing: Draco/Hermione.

Draco’s eyes skim across the crowd once again, his lip curling up ever so slightly in the corner as he watched his fellow classmates spin and twirl and move to the music pounding across the room.

The formal part of the evening for the Yule Ball had come and gone, and most of the professors had taken their leave, allowing the younger wizards and witches to thoroughly enjoy the night of festivities.

Draco cared little for it.

“Are you ever going to come dance?” An exasperated voice says from his left, and Draco’s eyes flicker over to where Pansy is standing, arms crossed and a pout resting on her painted lips.

Her dark hair and been pinned up into some elaborate style, and she’d chosen a striking red dress that left little to any wizard’s imagination for what lay under it. The colour did suite her, and the style was particularly right for Pansy and her personality, but overall, the look did nothing for Draco.

“No.” He replies, lifting the glass of chilled pumpkin juice in his hand to take a sip, “Better off finding someone who will actually dance with you.”

“Why did you even invite me, Malfoy?” Pansy hisses, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Why did I waste this,” She gestures at her body, “On you!”

He shrugs casually, “Couldn’t tell you.” His gaze has already wandered away from her and into the crowd, catching on a familiar periwinkle blue. “But it isn’t as if you are short of admirers, Parkinson.”

And that much was true. Standing only a short distance away from the two Slytherin’s was a gathering of boys all eagerly and openly staring over at Pansy. She would have her pick of whomever she liked best, and seconds when she was done with him.

Which was exactly her style.

“Still think it was a waste of time,” Pansy huffs, “You inviting me.”