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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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JBB: An Artblog!
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━ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, a dependent mumu blog for wearelondonhq .
𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐒𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 ⸻ intro , has some memories.
𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒 ⸻ intro , has all memories.
𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 ⸻ intro , has no memories.
𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐒𝐎𝐍 ⸻ intro , has all memories.
welton’s golden boy
bejcwcled:
he was truly a horrible liar or at least horrible at keeping secrets. it was so hard to watch his language, to have to pay attention to his actions. he wondered if that frustration contributed to why his family wanted nothing to do with muggles. there had to be some explanation for why they acted and thought the way they did. “something like that,” he responded smirking. well at least neil hadn’t thought it was too odd. he had gotten away with the slip of the tongue this time. unless the two of them got much, much closer he would have to be more careful. “you definitely made quite an impression on me. i haven’t been this excited to talk to someone else in a long time.” he admitted, feeling a bit of color form on his cheeks. “i don’t mean to be rude and assume. i just- i’ve never considered any of my drawings like this worth showing. i’m still getting used to showing people my finished paintings.” he scratched the back of his neck. should he show him the sketchbook? part of him was curious how the other would react but it was so private and personal. “i- thank you. maybe… maybe instead of showing you the sketches you could come by to my studio and see some of my finished paintings? there wouldn’t be any pressure to buy anything. merlin knows i never expect anyone to buy anything.” he shook his head. the blush on his cheeks growing brighter as he talked about showing off his art. “really? that sounds quite interesting. i’ve never been that good at writing or at least not anything creative. yeah i get what you mean.”
it had been a while since neil was around somebody who kept to themselves as much as regulus did. being an actor meant he was surrounded by extroverted and oftentimes loud people, and he supposed that may be why he felt so intrigued by pretty much everything he learned about the other. they were clearly very different, but they shared a love for the arts that gave them an easy means of communicating. it didn’t hurt that regulus was easy on the eyes. “ honestly ? me neither. i was a little worried i’d scared you away at the gala. “ sure, they were interrupted by the destruction and violence that ensued, but neil had been wondering since that night whether or not he’d come on too strong. he wasn’t a master of flirting by any means, but it felt reassuring to know that regulus was just as interested in him as he was. “ i know i haven’t seen any of your work, but i can already tell you’re not giving yourself enough credit. “ he glanced back down at the bag in the other’s hand and felt his face reddening at the offer. “ yeah, i’d love to. that sounds really fun, actually. it’s been a while since i’ve seen any good art. “ neil nervously shoved his hands into his pockets and took a moment to formulate his thoughts into words before continuing. he needed to know that they were on the same page. “ but only if you let me bring dinner and make a proper date out of it. “
“ um, excuse me ? how dare you tell me about that job’s existence when i know i’ll never be able to have it ? “ neil joked before taking a long sip of coffee, knowing that he’d need the caffeine to make it through the rest of the day. the bags under his eyes were an obvious indicator of just how tired he was. “ tech week is exhausting, and the thought of dropping out to become a professional sleeper is a little too tempting right now. “ they shook their head, though there was an amused expression on their face. “ hopefully that means society will loosen up on actors ? i can’t tell you how many judgy looks i’ve received whenever people ask what i do for a living. “
daydrcamings:
“ hey, never say never, right? there’s still a chance you can get it if that’s something you really wanna do. ” sam admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. he nodded towards the other’s coffee cup. “ you may not be able to drink caffeine in such a career though if you need to sleep.” the man teased. his brows raised in interest. “ now hold on a minute. i think people might give some weird looks if you admit to sleeping for a living. ” sam mused before shaking his head. “ i think it’s pretty cool that you’re an actor, actually! shows you’ve got a lotta creativity! you been in anything that perhaps i would’ve seen? ”
“ listen, man, if there’s even a chance i could land a job like that, i’d stop drinking coffee in a heartbeat. “ which was much easier said than done considering his crippling addiction to caffeine, but the other man didn’t need to know about that. “ not many people would use the word cool to describe it, but i appreciate it. “ glancing back down at his drink, neil shrugged, somewhat abashedly. “ probably not, unless you’ve ever been to see an off west end show. i’m still waiting for my big break, i suppose. “ a pause. “ though … i am in a show right now, if you’re interested. it’s only a six month run, but it’s pretty good, if i say so myself. “
closed starter for @itwcsmcroon ( rose ! )
they’d already experienced one disaster together before, so what was another ? jack couldn’t fully remember what happened in the moment that separated them, but what he was certain of was his dedication to finding her again. knowing that she was here, in london, much less alive, was a miracle in of itself. to say it was difficult to navigate a new century on his own was an understatement, but knowing that rose was not far from him, experiencing the exact same thing ? something inside of him felt revitalized. as soon as things seemed to settle enough, jack set out on finding the woman that kept slipping through his fingers. it didn’t take long to figure out she was starring in a west end show, so on the afternoon of a matinee performance, he took his place at the stage door and waited. crowds had already begun to form around him, but he didn’t care. he wasn’t there for an autograph. he was there to reunite with the woman who came into his life one day and ruined all of his plans in the most amazing way possible.
“ rose DAWSON, huh ? “ he asked, waving around a playbill to grab her attention from what she was signing for a fan. “ in my completely unbiased opinion, i think it suits you. i was planning on asking you to change it myself one day, but i’m definitely not disappointed that you took the initiative. “ he half - shouted the words in an effort to speak over the excitement and chatter of the crowd surrounding him.
@walstarterblog
"listen... don't get me wrong, i love my job... but sometimes i swear kids just google 'weird jobs' and run with it." sam admitted with a shake of his head and a chuckle. "y'know what one kid told me he planned to be? a professional sleeper." a scoff left him. "so apparently that is indeed a real job. i looked it up. you get paid to test out mattresses, different lighting and all that kinda stuff." sam shook his head once again. "where was that job option when i was looking for something?" the man teased with a playful smirk, taking a sip of his drink. he was kidding, of course. he couldn't happily accept a job like that. he knew he'd get bored far too quickly. "i didn't realise how many odd jobs there are out there that people can genuinely apply for."
“ um, excuse me ? how dare you tell me about that job’s existence when i know i’ll never be able to have it ? “ neil joked before taking a long sip of coffee, knowing that he’d need the caffeine to make it through the rest of the day. the bags under his eyes were an obvious indicator of just how tired he was. “ tech week is exhausting, and the thought of dropping out to become a professional sleeper is a little too tempting right now. “ they shook their head, though there was an amused expression on their face. “ hopefully that means society will loosen up on actors ? i can’t tell you how many judgy looks i’ve received whenever people ask what i do for a living. “
bejcwcled:
up until quite recently regulus had very little experience interacting with muggles. he had never realized how annoying or challenging the statute of secrecy was to keep. “never mind. it’s just an odd phrase from the school i went to. i was going to say you could have written me but i never did give you an address.” he hoped that would be a good enough explanation. if neil was the very curious type and kept pressing it they could both get in some serious trouble. “i’m glad to hear you’re okay too. i actually got a bit worried for you. very strange for me i’m usually not that interested in other people and how they’re doing.” why did he tell him that? if he wanted to keep neil around that was not the way to do so. merlin, he needed practice at flirting. he looked down at the bag in his hands and turned red. “i um- yes it is. but it’s not anything great, just a sketchbook in there with some scribbles and a couple of watercolor attempts, was trying out a new medium. i’m not sure if i like it. nothing you’d be interested in seeing.”
there was something mysterious about the other’s behavior, but neil wasn’t going to push any further. in all honesty, they were just glad to have run into regulus again. “ must be a british saying, “ he joked, a shy smile finding its way onto his lips. what little experience he had in the romance department was probably blaringly obvious, but he was intrigued by the other and wanted to get to know him more. “ oh. i, uh, i guess i feel honored, then, to know that you’re interested in my wellbeing. “ there was a shift in regulus’s demeanor that neil immediately picked up on. clearly, his art was a sensitive topic. “ and how do you know what i’m interested in seeing ? “ they asked, brow raised in a teasing manner. “ i think it’s really cool that you’re able to express yourself that way. besides, i have no doubt that you’re an amazing artist. “ was he trying to flirt ? absolutely, but he was also being genuine. “ god, i can’t believe i’m telling you this, but i actually write poems sometimes. i’m wayyy too embarrassed to show anyone, but it’s nice to pour my heart out onto a piece of paper, you know ? “
BOREDOM HAD CLOUDED THE DIRECTOR'S MIND . as far as richie understood it , it did not seem as if it would leave him alone soon . it was not as if he could follow his true passion in the city of london - it would be sure to get him locked up . keeping in mind the fact that the cops in this town were idiots who had probably never witnessed true greatness ? He also knew that he had to be patient . he had to wait - time and time and time again , for the perfect opportunity to come once more . Would it come in the form of sam carpenter ? or someone else ? the truth was that he did not know it . regardless , a part of him was thrilled to find out . when the person who had sat in front of him at the restaurant had spoken , richie found himself freezing in shock , pizza slice halfway towards his mouth . " - WHAT ? man , c ' mon . that can't be right . you tellin' me you never heard of the stab movies before ? the fuck ? what - you livin ' under a rock or somethin ' ? "
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the artist was in the process of explaining how he’d only ever been to a movie theatre once before he found himself in london when something clearly struck a chord with the other. it felt like every time he began to feel like he was adjusting to his new environment, he was reminded of just how different his life had been from what modern people knew and understood. “ sorta ? i snuck in to see a nickelodeon when i was a teenager, but it was a god - awful feature. “ jack chuckled, although he wasn’t sure the other would understand his reference at all. “ are they good, though ? the stab movies ? sounds a little uncomfortable. “ a nervous smile had plastered itself onto his lips. “ sorry, pal. still catching up with twenty - first century technology, and all that. care to educate me more on it ? “
daydrcamings:
he nodded slowly, eyeing the other. “ just be careful if you do it. not to me but… there are a lot of people around here who wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you for that, unfortunately. ” even someone that peter had spent a long time looking up to. peter cleared his throat. “ uh not long after i ended up here. a couple months ago? i can’t say i remember the exact date. ” he added with a teasing smile. was it a weird conversation? sure but… weird was somewhat normal to peter after everything he’d seen. his brows raised. osborn? why did that name mean something to him? why did the name fill him with rage? like he had been betrayed or harmed by one? well, it wasn’t this guy, that was for sure. “ nice to meet you, harry. i’m peter parker. ” he smiled kindly as he shook his hand.
“ okay . . . “ harry responded with raised brows and a curious smirk, wondering just how much experience this guy was speaking from. had he not been hospitalized only a few weeks before, he might’ve taken the other’s words as a threat. perhaps being a victim to tony stark’s rampage instead left him in agreeance with the other. “ interesting. well, i’d have heard if you did a terrible job, so i guess that means you didn’t. congrats. “ there was an amused expression on harry’s face as he prepared to step away from the boy and spend the rest of the day wondering why he was so familiar, but then he heard a name he’d been avoiding thinking about ever since his memories came back to him. peter. “ excuse me ? “ he froze in place, face turning somewhat sour as he pulled his hand away. “ you’re a photographer, and your name is peter parker ? is this a joke ? “ he took a moment to look around them, surveying the area in case there were any cameras to reveal he was being punk’d. “ let me guess. you’re from new york city, and you have an aunt may ? “ a dry chuckle escaped him. “ who’s paying you to do this ? they’re going to seriously regret it. “
vigilantcshit:
“harry… honey.. your dad is so hot.” was she lying? not exactly. but it was also just really fun to annoy the other and talk all about the things she’d do to norman osborn. she’d save the details though, she definitely didn’t want things to come back on her if harry was to ever meet her mother. “it is kinda hot - the whole stepmother thing… but she usually ends with the son in the end, doesn’t she? “ a pause. “i love you - i don’t think i could do that.” she definitely doesn’t think she’s loved someone like she has harry and it’s not even romantic in any way. there’s a small wince at his words however, shaking her head. “i don’t think i can do the name miranda. not the sexiest name now, is it?”
“ are you trying to ruin my appetite ? “ the boy rolled his eyes, though there was a hint of a smirk on his lips nonetheless. this was just what they did — they pushed each other’s buttons in an entirely endearing way. there weren’t many people that harry would consider an equal, but regina george was certainly one of them. “ i’m a little offended, but i respect your decision. i doubt we’d work out, anyway. knowing that you had a thing for my dad would ruin it. “ a shrug of his shoulders as he leaned back in his chair. “ miranda is still sexier than harold. ugh. just come up with a nickname for her. problem solved. “ arms crossed over his chest as he turned his head to look at the bakery display from across the room. “ want a chocolate croissant ? my treat. obviously. “
wickedmysteries:
The dark haired agent had moved swiftly through the streets as she began looking around. This wasn’t Raccoon City, and she was still on high alert. A part of her questioned, almost daily, how she got here. Was it thanks to Wesker? Umbrella? The wondering continued heavily as she turned a corner, eyes locking onto someone. “Excuse me, hello!” Jill shouted as she jogged towards them. “I’m Jill Valentine, STARS Agent, can you tell me, where the hell am I?”
the heir was still reliant on a cane to get around most places, so when he heard somebody calling to him, he shifted his weight to his uninjured foot and took a moment to examine her before responding. she certainly seemed . . . serious. “ hi, jill valentine, stars agent. it’s nice to meet you, too. “ a playful roll of his eyes as he brushed some loose hair back behind his ear. “ you’re in london, as in the united kingdom, london. unsure why you ended up here ? join the club. “
wildcstdrcams:
Nancy tried to imagine how he felt. Sure, she knew what it was like to worry and be separated from her younger brother in times of danger, but she’d been lucky in the fact that Mike had never been taken. “I know,” she told him softly. “We’ll figure it out. I promise.” Of course she would do everything in her power to figure out a way to contact the others. Plus, she knew their friends that were here would do what they could to help too. Nancy nodded along as he shared his most recent memories. “I remember all of that… Well, from my point of view.” She offered him a little smile before focusing on the present again. “But I have… fake memories too. Or maybe they’re real, I don’t know. I just have memories of going to college, or what I think was college.” Now that she was older, she figured the false memories were the weird magic’s way of having people believe in whatever it wanted them to. “We’re… I’m older.” While she thought he might be too, she didn’t know for sure.
the longer they spoke, the more jonathan realized he wasn’t alone in any of the strangeness he’d been experiencing lately. he, too, had fake memories that somehow felt real but also completely fabricated. none of it made any sense anymore, and he’d spent the past few weeks nearly driving himself insane over it. “ i . . . yeah, i have fake memories, too. i don’t remember ever going to college, but i think i was a photographer. i have some photography awards, but i don’t remember much about it. it’s . . . cloudy. i can remember things, but it’s like i’m seeing through a fog i can’t explain. “ he hoped his words made any sense to nancy as he rambled on. “ i think i am, too. it feels like it’s been a few years since i saw you. does it feel the same for you ? “
fxtxdsxuls:
Closed Starter for Jonathan Byers ( @hopeshattered )
Dustin walked down the street, his backpack hanging on his shoulder as he headed towards the college. It was quite the strange feeling, getting to live somewhat of a normal life when they had to face all that they did back in Hawkins. But it was nice though, not having to worry about Vecna and the possible end of the world. Dustin almost collided with someone as he was distracted with his thoughts. When he looked up, he recognized Jonathan almost immediately. “Jonathan? Is Will with you?” He asked immediately, a smile spreading wide on his face.
the elder byers was having no luck when it came to locating his younger brother, and it was beginning to truly freak him out. he was just as worried about finding his mother, but will had already been through enough, hadn’t he ? jonathan had hope that finding will would lead him to their mother anyway, and even if they were all stranded in london for some reason, at least they were together. his head was hanging as he walked down the streets, avoiding eye contact with passersby until there was a familiar presence right in front of him. “ dustin, hey. i, uh, was planning on asking you the same thing, actually. “ he replied with a sad smile.
moondczed:
— mini ! starter for @hopeshattered | jonathan x lucas.
“jonathan?”
feet pattered one in front of the other before he could stop himself. before he could second guess. it had to be the elder byers. lucas was sure of it even. if jonathan had made his way into this weird, bustling town — surely that meant will had to be somewhere. right? “jonathan!” he called again. twice for good measure. eyes that locked on his own had the sinclair’s arms thrown around the older boy. “ — it’s you! it’s really you! when did you get here?”
hearing his name called, especially in public, startled jonathan enough to make him jump, but it didn’t take long for him to connect the voice with its owner. part of him was relieved to keep finding himself stumbling into people from hawkins, but he couldn't exactly say he was glad to see a familiar face in london. none of them should be there in the first place. “ lucas ? “ he reciprocated the other’s hug, taking in the sight of him for a moment before continuing. “ i don’t know. not long ago, i think. it’s hazy, but . . . listen, lucas, have you seen will anywhere ? do you know if he’s here ? “ he was beginning to sound like a broken record at this point, but he needed to find his brother.
“And I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates. Then you won’t have to cry or hide in the closet. And just like a folk song our love will be passed on.”
@hopeshattered
america was completely blown away by all of the art on display. “god, this is incredible!” she exclaimed with a grin. “i mean… I wish I could draw half as well as all of these guys. can you believe it?” she turned to the other, no idea she was speaking to one of the actual artists. “where do you think they get their inspiration from? I mean I get that sometimes they probably just sit down with an item in front of them but some of these are actually breathtaking!”
initially surprised as being addressed directly, jack turned to follow the other’s gaze, a sense of pride swelling within him when he realized she was talking about his artwork. “ hmm . . . i think this one, “ he pointed to a charcoal drawing of a woman he met a few weeks ago in the park, “ probably got inspiration from an older art style. if you look closely, you can make out a face, yeah ? i think the artist uses live models for their pieces. “ he shrugged, feigning ignorance as he stared straight ahead at the art. “ i hear the artist is really weird, though. “