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 Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2024 5:28 pm
 Finneas MacDavis-Grey
Gryffindor │ Third Year │ Thirteen Years Old │ Single
After spending the evening prior at the Adventurer’s Guild, Finn was ready to take in an afternoon at the Art Club. The start of this year’s in carnation of the club was going to seem odd for the young Third Year Gryffindor, as it was to be the first since his cousin graduated and passed the mantle of leadership off to Lewis. It didn’t seem right not seeing Linsey rushing about the Student Kitchen on Friday night baking treats for Art Club, while whipping up whatever she had in mind for the start of her other club, before heading upstairs to spend much of the night getting everything ready for her opening. He was pretty sure the English invasion of Montrose was done with slightly less preparation and planning.
Ditching his school clothes in favour of a camo green military-style woolly-pully, jeans and trainers, Finn was carrying his plastic tackle box filled with his ongoing projects, as well as his model paints, glue and tools he needed. He was hoping to get a bit of paint on a few more hobgoblin legionnaires, to fill out the ranks of the warband he was creating from scratch. The young man also went downstairs to collect Rey and, hopefully, Ells and escourt them to the club a little bit early, so they might help Lewis get the show ready to go.
Rey was looking forward to seeing how her cousin Lewis decided to start the new season of Art Club, and it was her idea they go upstairs early to give him a hand with getting the final preparations in place. As much as seeing the presentation Linsey did impress her, Rey was pretty sure she did far and away more than she needed to, and she hoped Lewis wasn’t knocking himself out trying to equal or better it.
When Finn arrived at the Hufflepuff area, she was ready to go, with a bag loaded with her sketchbook and extra pencils, and she was still wearing the pretty floral dress she’d picked out for Culinary Club earlier in the day. The little redhead smiled softly when Finn offered his arm for her to take, and they went upstairs together.
As they showed up at Art Club, Rey said cheerfully, “Hi, Lewis. We’re here to give you hand.” Looking around, Rey was feeling a bit guilty and wondered briefly if she could have made an extra pan of bread pudding and a batch of cookies to help out last night.
 Floating free as a bird
Sixty foot leaps it's so absurd
From up here you should see the view
Such a lot of space for me and you
Oh you'd like it
Gliding around get your feet off the ground
Oh you'd like it
Do as you please with so much ease
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2024 6:11 pm
xx❅ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Student Studio
xxx❅ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Rey, Finn, Noreen, and Lewis
xxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Art Club
xxxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? The big, puffy clouds are nice
Ella had finished Culinary Club (maybe a little early), and had headed back to her own common room. There had been a lot of people and a lot of food! Once in the safety of Hufflepuff Commons, she slipped up to her room to grab her sketchbook and the fancy colored pencils she'd gotten as a gift over the summer. It wasn't as involved as some other art projects, but it was good enough for her.
When Finn came to find Rey and her, Ella followed after her cousin, holding her book close. It wasn't too awful of a walk, but when they'd made it up to the art room, it was done up a bit differently. Brown eyes looked over the hanging artwork, admiring a particularly colorful abstract painting. She walked over to the window, liking to sit in the bench seat there. Plus, she could work on a nice sketch of the greenhouses, especially since she could faintly see Tàmhas outside planting some flowering shrubs. It was a good time to draw.
{{Wearing :: Comfy Cosy}}
I ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ. Wᴇ'ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏ̨ᴜɪᴇᴛ, ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ,
Wɪᴛʜ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛs, ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅ
Wᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ, ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɴᴏ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ
Tʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ғᴜɴɴʏ, ɪᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴇɴsᴇ! Yᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴍᴇss
Pᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏʟᴅ sᴜɪᴛ, ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅʀᴇss Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪɴ ʟɪғᴇ ᴄᴏsᴛ ʟᴇss
Wᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴀɴᴄʏ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ sᴋʏʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴠɪᴇᴡ!
Hᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴀɴᴅ, ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ Dᴇʟᴀɴᴄᴇʏ, ᴡᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ
Mʏ ᴏʜ ᴍʏ, ᴏʜ ᴍʏ ᴏʜ ᴍʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ's ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ
Mʏ ᴏʜ ᴍʏ, ᴏʜ ᴍʏ ᴏʜ ᴍʏ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I sᴇᴇ?
Mʏ ᴏʜ ᴍʏ, I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ʜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴛᴛᴏ ᴄᴜᴢ I ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ғʀᴇᴇ
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2024 6:32 pm
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Art Clubroom
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Nora, Rey, Finn, and Ella
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Art Club opening
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I thought it looked nice...
Lewis was finishing making sure the art was straight, including a rather colorful piece he'd painted over the summer. He'd been listening to one of his new favorite songs on repeat while he did it, but oh well. That's what headphones were for, right? As he was contemplating the wall to make sure everything looked even, he heard someone come in behind him. He listened to the soft teal hues of Noreen's voice as she asked about helping. "Oh! Hey Nora. Do you think this wall looks straight? There's so many colors it's making my eyes confused."
He re-straightened the framed picture of Linsey's fashion, stepping back. With a nod, he figured if anything was a little wonky, it just fit the whole messy vibe of art club anyway. He sent over a grin toward the door as three others walked in, all as a little group. "Hey guys, welcome in! Here, Finn, let me clear off part of this table so you can set stuff down." The tall teen moved quickly, helping clear enough space for the box Finn had along with him. Rey said they were there to give him a hand and he briefly wondered if he hadn't done enough. Linsey always went so wild with things... but was that now an expectation? Hopefully people wouldn't be upset... "Oh, thanks, Rey, but I think I'm all set up? I figured I'd hang up a bunch of projects from previous Art Club members for inspiration and memories and stuff." ....but he couldn't deny a creeping worry that it wouldn't be well received...
{{OoC: actual artwork credit to Christina Eve}}
Sᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ, I'ʟʟ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴡɪʀᴇ~ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ
Aɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғʀᴀɴᴋ, I'ᴍ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ Sɪɴᴀᴛʀᴀ! Tʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ɢᴜʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴍᴀ
Tʀʏ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ, I sᴡᴇᴀʀ I'ʟʟ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀ~ sᴏᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ
Sᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, I'ᴠᴇ ᴘᴀɪᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴅᴜᴇs! I'ᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ, ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ
Aʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴀʙʟᴇ ~ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ, ʏᴇᴀʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴅᴇʙᴀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ
Tᴏss ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ, ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ɪʀʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ, I'ᴍ ʙᴀɴᴋᴀʙʟᴇ
Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ, I ɢᴜᴀʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ I'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ
Wʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴍ I ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, I'ᴠᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛᴇᴅ ғᴀʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ, ʟᴏɴɢ! I'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴜʏ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ! Hᴇ'ʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Yᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʙᴇsᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ I'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴀɴ
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2025 11:51 am
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Art Studio
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? About a thousand cookies
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Art Club
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I'm so hype for this year!
Lewis was ready for Art Club this year. It was going to be grand, for sure. The day before club, he'd gone up to the studio to hang up and decorate with more artwork, plus set up and place all the new tools, colors, mediums... and everything else he'd purchased for the club. From there, it was down to the kitchen. He hung out with Alice in the student kitchens while she worked on a thousand dishes. He helped where he could, while also using a few of Nan's recipes for cookies.
After everything was done and he got a little sleep, he went back up to the studio. On one table was a grand spread of swirled icebox, chocolate chip, snickerdoodles, and butterscotch cookies... which certainly weren't all there because he got distracted and kept baking. He pushed open the door and put a stopper there, grinning happily. It was going to be super awesome and he hoped everyone that came in was ready for a fun year of art.
{{Wearing :: xxxxx}}
Pᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ! Sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
Lᴀsᴛ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ.ᴍ. ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʜᴏᴡ I ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
Cᴀʙ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ sɪᴅᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ
Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴠɪʙᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2025 12:14 pm
 Peggy Knapp
Gryffindor First Year
Art Club ♕ Culinary Club ♕ Herbology Club ♕ Art of the Sword ♕ Quidditch ▬"I don’t need to be the center of attention"▬ Peggy grinned as she stepped into the art club, her eyes immediately darting to the table piled high with cookies. She couldn’t resist snagging one as she walked past, her gaze then lifting to the walls where artwork filled the space. It felt like the perfect mix of creativity and comfort, and she was excited to dive in. She greeted anyone as they walked in and those who were already in the room, already brainstorming how she could leave her mark on this club
This is definitely my kind of place," she muttered, as she wondered if there was any remnants of her parents having been in the club, little secrets of the past.
▬ "I just want everyone to have a good time while I’m here."▬ ╔══════════════╗
Where & Who: Art club!
Thinking about: Art!
Wearing: emerald green-shirt, jeans in a faded indigo wash, black chunky boots,
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2025 3:15 pm
xx❉ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Art Studio
xxx❉ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Other Artists
xxxx❉ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Art Club
xxxxx❉ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Everything looks so neat!
After going to culinary club and also drama, Jazz was headed off yet again. They asked Director Yarrick for directions, then made their way toward Art Club. Walking in, Jazz noticed it was only two people so far.... though one guy was tall enough to secretly be two guys, one on the others' shoulders.... but he probably wasn't. The other was in Jazz's year, and said it was her kind of place. "Yea-ha! Mine too. I-I'm so ex-excited." Sure, they probably didn't have a glass forge in the castle, but that didn't rule out all kinds of art.
Jazz grabbed out their sketchbook, then grabbed a snickerdoodle from the table. "Th-this place is s-super cool!" There were also so many things to look at! Jazz couldn't help but look around. There were paintings of all sorts of scenes, paired with some that were just wild swirls of color. There were sculptures and pottery and everything else in between. Plus a few dress forms with fancy clothes on them. Who had done all this? Or had it been from everyone over the years?
{{Wearing :: Colorful Casual}}
Cʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs, ʀᴇʟᴀxɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Cᴏᴜɴᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ
Aʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇɪɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ
Wᴀʏ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ғʀᴇᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴛᴀʏ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ
Aʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ɢʀᴀᴠɪᴛʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ
Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ɢᴏᴇs ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ʙᴜʀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ's ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ sʜɪɴᴇ
Bʀɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀ, sᴏ sʜɪɴᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ
Fɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙʀɪʟʟɪᴀɴᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ sʜɪɴᴇ
Bʀɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ sʜᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀ, sᴏ sʜɪɴᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ!
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2025 4:38 pm
xx❅ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Art Studio
xxx❅ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Sebastian, Lewis, Peggy, Jazz
xxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Art Club
xxxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I'm going to try to figure this out
After Culinary Club, Ella had stayed behind, along with Sebastian, to help Alice pack up the leftovers, do dishes, and clean up the student kitchen. Where Sebastian was using bits of magic, Ella was happy to clean up by hand. Cleaning gave her a chance to clear her head, which could frequently be difficult. Sure, sometimes cleaning brought back traumatic memories... but so did most things. It was something she could push through if it was for her best friend.
Once the kitchen was spotless, Sebastian asked if Ella were planning on going to Art Club. Ella quickly agreed. He walked her down to her common room, then waited, while she hurried to her dorm and got her little sewing box. She was hoping to work on practicing her new skill. She also grabbed the book Milan had bought for her, then hurried back out where Sebastian was still waiting.
The two of them walked together, quietly talking about class plans for the week. They heard some chatter from the studio, which Sebastian identified as two different girls, probably younger than them, plus Lewis.. While she hated that he had his affliction, but she had to admit it had some small things that could help in the day-to-day.
They walked in, and sure enough, the two that were talking were correct. "Hey guys, welcome in! I'm Lewis, the captain of Art Club. You're welcome to any of the snacks or supplies. Feel free to work on any projects or even just chat and learn about the respective art of others. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask."
As they walked into the room, Ella was a little glad that Sebastian opted to handle their greetings. "Hey Lewis! Hi guys! Me and Ella are here!" Seb spoke up, a lot more loudly than Ella would. She offered a wave toward Lewis, who smiled back. "Hey Seb, hey Ella! Come on in. There's cookies, plus Peggy and Jazz are here. Go ahead and find whatever you'd like. All the mediums are available as always. Make yourselves at home."
"Thank you, Lewis. I just brought some embroidery things so I can keep figuring it out." She said in her usually quiet tones. With quiet steps, Ella climbed up to sit on the windowsill, then grabbed out her little embroidery hoop. She bit the tip of her tongue as her tiny hands worked to try and continue embroidering the leaf and flower design.
{{Wearing :: Sunny Yellow}}
I ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ I'ᴍ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ
Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ sᴀʏɪɴɢ "ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ɪᴛ"
Eᴠᴇʀʏ sᴛᴇᴘ I'ᴍ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ I ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
Mʏ ғᴀɪᴛʜ ɪs sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ I, I ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ
Gᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜɪɢʜ!
Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ
I'ᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ
Aʟᴡᴀʏs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴜᴘʜɪʟʟ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ
Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ
Aɪɴ'ᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ғᴀsᴛ I ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ
Aɪɴ'ᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴅᴇ
Iᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪᴍʙ
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2025 1:14 pm
We're moving forward with maximum power
And we're gonna dominate, pop it
So sick, we're the big news topic
Exp from all of my trophies
No one, nobody can stop me
Their hate is the fuel when I'm launching  ¸.•*xᕼᥙƒƒꙆᥱρᥙƒƒ ᖴɩƒtᖾ Ƴᥱᥲɾx¨*•.¸♪¸ xᙅᥱᥒtᥱɾ ᙅᖾɩꙆᑯx.•*¨*•.¸ xᗣɾt ᙅꙆᥙᑲ ᙅᥲρtᥲɩᥒx♥¸.•*¨*•.¸ (づ￣ ³￣)づ Rosa felt a bit better about opening the club this time after her anxious filled first few days last year. She wouldn't say she was a pro just yet, but she could hold her own now. Probably. Plus she knew better about the snacks this time and only brought one selection of cookies-this time being simple butter cookies in different fun shapes and colors- that she ACTUALLY MADE HERSELF THANKS- in case Rey, Wen or whoever wanted to contribute. She also brought drinks because well duh; one was a fruity sweetened ice tea (she fully blamed her dad but the fruit versions weren't actually that bad) and a warm sweetened chai drink (this one she blamed her mum for) with plenty of spill proof cups for obvious reasons. She went around throwing up any closed curtains or blinds to let the natural light spill in and while the house elves took great care of the room during the summer months, there was still setting up the different stations and finding some donated projects to set out for anyone to come by and look at.
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Working off time
That ratio got us going worldwide (Worldwide)
Thirsty day and night
They put us in the desert but we survive
Busy giving our light
Unlike them, we're getting all the spotlight
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