#dorm room

[lottiestudying]

12.02.2025—cosy afternoon reading this textbook on academic writing. it’s been very helpful so far, making loads of notes and annotations

[dieanywherelse]

2006

[skoaldippinredneck-blog]

[eeriewater]

An isometric drawing of Neil's (not at all book accurate) dorm room!

This is my first time attempting drawing with an isometric grid, and that shit is HARD. This casually took me 44 hours to complete so excuse the erratic timelapse... Anyhow, this was EXTREMELY effective for curing art block, so highly recommend!

[4rainynite]

I just realized something: Maddie's canopy bed is upside down!

As you can see the post are made of teapot spouts, yet the teapots are upside down. The crown/canopy crown part of the canopy is on the floor where the mattress is settled inside it, while the platform is up top and appears Maddie is using it as a mini garden of mushrooms, flowers, spices, and herbs for her tea.

I'm calling it we were robbed! I would've loves to see Maddie's side of the dorm; it looks so cool and whimsical.

Images from @teatime-with-maddie here !

[sfde8871]

Anderson Hall Rm20

“I’m Batmannnn”

[bluedevildish]

Asuls room in ramshackles 💙💙💙💙💙 i think i drew this for 3 days sksksk im so normal. (background is very much traced, i used it as my base and used clip assets for the rug and blanket pattern) the rest and extra details are drawn by me 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Ps. Fireplace removed because my character is a dormmate and we all decided our friend who we voted as a headmaster would have the fireplace in her room and we sleep over whenever its winter hehehehehe 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Orig + reference from twst wiki http://static.wikia.nocookie.net/twisted-wond...

[moonytoast-28]

23/09/2025, @wolfstarmicrofic, prompt 23 - dorm room, word count: 497

“So, it’s your birthday.”

“I’m aware,” Sirius teases, and Remus’ cheeks burn, a sweet rosy glow illuminated by the glowing tips of their wands. Well past two in the morning, the party having died down, they finally managed to get some alone time within the privacy of the bed curtains in the far corner of the dorm.

“I’ve already given you the cigarettes, but I also bought something else I was saving for later,” Remus continues. He’s shy, the adorable idiot, scratching the back of his neck and looking helplessly unsure of himself. Sirius almost dies of the visceral need to cuddle the shit out of this man.

“It’s kind of stupid but I had some time in the weekend and…” Remus huffs out a breath, fishing out a flat package wrapped in brown paper.

Sirius gasps, heart racing. “Is it an album?”

“A little more than that,” Remus provides with a small smile. “Open it.”

Staring curiously at his lover, Sirius tears out the wrapping slowly, before he reveals a glossy picture. It’s a sweet one Remus took in the summer with a shitty film camera, himself ducking his head to hide a grin as Sirius presses a fat kiss on his cheek. On the bottom left corner, in a black permanent marker, Remus’ handwriting scrawls, The Brightest Star In The Sky.

It takes him a second to realise it’s the cover of a long envelope, similar to the one they get their vinyls in.

“Turn it around,” Remus urges. Bemused, Sirius does so, smile getting wider as he admires the picture at the back, a candid one Remus took of him nursing a cup of coffee, sitting at the windowsill with his feet dangling. He traces the names of the songs Remus wrote in the corner: Lady Stardust, Moonage Daydream, Somebody To Love, Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy, Annie’s Song, Ballroom Blitz, Your Song…

“Baby what—”

“There’s stuff inside.” Sirius pulls out a large rectangular cassette tape.

“It’s like a fake album,” Remus scrambles to explain. “The tape…it’s kind of…you know…our album. You and me. The songs we’ve listened to on Pete’s old radio when we couldn’t sleep, the songs I listen to when I think about you. It’s a mix of songs that remind me of you in every possible way so…I thought I’d like you to have it.”

Sirius stares up, and he realises his vision is blurred with tears. Remus is looking at him hopefully, the softest whiskey brown eyes, pools of warmth Sirius fell into all those years ago.

He takes Remus’ hand, not knowing how words could equate this. It is so personal, so very touching, full of thought and care and adoration. Sirius can just imagine Remus choosing the songs over and over again, printing out the pictures on glossy paper, gluing them together. The fact that he took the time for something handmade makes Sirius’ heart swell.

That night, for the first time ever, Sirius says, “I love you.”

@wolfstarmicrofic

(ik october has its own prompts and people are busy but i reallyyyyy want to finish sept prompts so <3)