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This is my early Christmas gift for the hwanghan community lol. It’s my first time drawing fan art so I was kind of intimidated to post it since every secret forest fan is so talented but I also wanted to contribute something besides my writing! <3
Hospital Playlist & Cinnamon Rolls
dark academia: stem + medicine
math: solving problems in the middle of the night, equations are written on the windowpane, quick calculations in your head, seeing mathematics as a secret language and barrier from the rest of the world, using probability theory to present a person’s life before their very eyes, understanding the algorithms governing every single step of „fate“ and how to manipulate them for your favor, cryptic notebooks, and lost alleyways
engineering: the power to create something that surpasses that is more than humans will ever be, governing and shaping the future of a whole civilization, late-night philosophizing on the nature and difference between humans and machines, crammed study sessions and tired blood-shot eyes
biology: extensive knowledge about herbology and toxicology, knowing almost every plant-based toxin and toxic mushroom in the local area, midnight at the lab with lowlights on and the dark hallways shrouded in mystery, glancing white lab-coats from the corner of your eye
chemistry: spending hours upon hours alone in the lab, perfecting formulas and conducting research because you just know the breakthrough is so close, sudden heureka moments in the middle of the night, inhaling new substances at secret meetings in old buildings to reach a state no human has reached before, prolonged shared eye contact and knowing smiles, the sound of a pen hastingly scribbling chemical formulas into a notebook
physics: „after all, murder is just the redistribution of matter, and matter is my specialty“, pointing out constellations in the sky, seeing patterns no one has seen before, wearing black turtlenecks and long coats while discussing quantum mechanics, hushed whispers, the melancholy of the endless search for another inhabitable planet, coffee cups left on the window sill
comp sci: the sound of typing at lightning speed, a lone screen glowing the absolute dark, losing track of time as you completely lose yourself in your code, trying again and again and again until it finally works, absolute dedication, crafting algorithms that can be used for good – but also for evil, code marathons isolating you from the rest of the world, being able to change lives at the press of a button
medicine: death looms always an inch too close, becoming as natural as life, white coats looming over the dissection table, staring at Rembrandt’s „the anatomy lessons of dr. nicholaes tulp“ in absolute awe, gloves covered in blood, syringes and needles in hand, hollowed laughter, being the last one in the library, knowing too well what sacrifice means
I see a lot of dark academia aesthetic involving the classics fields, literature and languages and theater and music, but can the STEM kids get in on this too? Where’s my dark science aesthetic at? where’s my STEM gothic?
• It has to be a mistake, on the syllabus your professor e-mailed over yesterday. The lab class can’t possibly start at 8pm. Not that you’d notice the time of night anyway, considering that for some reason it’s held in a basement of the STEM buildings that you were sure was closed off. You’ve never seen anyone emerging from its depths, and honestly you’re not even sure how to get down there. But not to worry, your professor assures you when you reply with your concerns. He’ll send his TA to pick you up. Just try not to stare at their hand. Especially if it sparks. They’re still working out the kinks.
• The transparent lightboard you use in your apartment building for working out math equations that require more room is the only illumination piercing your otherwise dim living room. You’ve been working for hours, and haven’t noticed how late it’s become, mostly because you’re pretty sure that you accidentally just determined exactly when the world is going to end. Before you can grab your phone to tell everyone, there’s a knock at your door. “Well done,” the man and woman in dark clothes and glasses that reflect even the minor light so that you can’t see your eyes as they enter your apartment. “A little too well done, we think. You’ll be coming with us now.”
• H2 = H 2 0 [ Ωm(1+z) 3 +ΩDEexp {3 Z/z 0 dz 1+z [1+w(z)]}
• “We are doctors,” in heart if not yet in degree,” the neurologist teaching your afternoon class says, laughing. “We are the ones who stand between that looming reaper Death and all of our patients, scalpels and syringes in hand, and say “not today, old friend. Not this one.” But then the mirth fades from his voice, and his gaze drifts to the left of the lecture hall for some odd reason, fixed on some dark corner. “That’s why it hates us, you know. Death. All of us. We as doctors must be very, very careful in our everyday lives, because Death despises us for stalling its work time and time again, and it constantly has its eyes on us. Waiting for us to relax, to look away. There are rituals, as we get older and Death steps closer every day…” but then they come back to themselves, shaking their heads and laughing. “Not enough coffee for me today, apparently!” Shadows in the corner where no one sits seem to be shifting.
• The chemistry majors always seem to know something that no one else does. They all keep tiny glass bottles of clove oil in their backpacks at all times, for some reason. You’re starting to wonder if it wouldn’t be smart for you to do the same.
• The engineering majors know exactly what the chem majors think only they know, and they laugh when you mention the clove oil. “They really think that will protect them,” one future robotics pioneer says to you, shaking his head. “They really think they can stop what’s coming.”
• Something in the forensics lab whispers at night, but only when a lone student is working down there alone. One of them snags you in the halls one morning and says, “I know you’re not forensics and you’ve never heard it before, but last night I was working on a paper down there and, well. It knows your name.”
• Your roommate is a biogenetics student. She keeps beakers brimming with bubbling fluids in the fridge, and she often seems restless and distracted. You’ve caught her stealing hair off of your brush before, and one night as you watch her mixing and stirring and taking notes as she’s hunched over her desk, you realize that a single blinking eyeball is staring back at you from the green fluid surrounding it in her glass tube.
• The mathematics students have figured out what the chemistry students know, and what the engineering students have known for years. They all look anxious now, walking around campus and constantly looking over their shoulders. One of them suggests to you that maybe you should start stockpiling bottled water. Just in case.
• An astronomy major comes barreling into one of your classes one dim and dying afternoon, slapping a star chart down onto a desk in front of a newly enlightened mathematics student, sweating and furious. “You weren’t even going to tell us, you bastard?! You were just going to let it happen while we sat around unprepared?!”
• A week later. You sit up in bed and your roommate is gone. Their things are gone. Campus is still and quiet, the chem and engineering and astronomy and mathematics students having all cleared out save for you. The bio, forensics, and med students are left blinking, dazed. Clearly you’ve all missed something important, but your roommate responds to your text with assurance that it’s fine. You’ll all know soon enough.
Unpopular opinion but rather than listening to/reading about all the bitching and complaining about what we aren’t getting out of them, I’m just going to sit over here and be happy that we got anything at all with regards to the next Dragon Age or a new Mass Effect game, because good things happening have been rare in this ridiculous clusterfuck of a year.
BioWare: tevinter is a city run on magic
y’all: ok sounds cool
BioWare: *shows tevinter being very magical like they said*
y’all: no
i am so tired of the haters 😩 if you hate new DA and ME games so much just don’t play them? don’t write mean and negative comments under every related post? stop calling people who liked and enjoy it bad names and shit eaters? just stop for christ’s sake
Haters and hypocrites are trying to persuade everyone that BioWare are not the same as they were before. In contrast, these individuals will be the first ones drooling over ME/DA games in the future. Mark my words. Sometimes I wish their PCs burned.
you're laughing. varric tethras is out of retirement to fix thedas's mess and you're laughing.
why is everyone so adamant about playing one of the previous protagonists (inquisitor, hawke, etc) like the charm of these games is making a unique hero every game that goes from being unknown to the most famous person in thedas,,,,, thats the Whole Point
if you’ll bring varric to DA4 only to kill him I SWEAR TO GOD BIOWARE
it’s varric appreciation account and nothing more
everyone shut up varric’s got our backs
THIS TIME I JUST WANT TO ROMANCE HIM BIOWARE IS THIS TOO MUCH TO ASK?!?!?
OMG YES PLEASE MY WARDEN DISAPPEARENCE WAS BAGGING ME FOR YEARS
THIS IS A WARDEN ARMOR, RIGHT??
RIGHT???
despite that i know that greg ellis IS NOT cullen i can’t romance him anymore. i stopped my last playthrough immediately after i first discovered that he is a big piece of shit and couldn’t bring myself to play it again. on one hand it’s sad because cullen is my comfort romance character and i feel really cozy romancing him (he is the bottom after all), but on the other hand... i created new characters with an idea that was going through my mind for a long time now. a really soft and kind male elf who has a HUGE crush on cassandra because same boy same
My bi ass seeing Mark Ruffalo defending homophobic Cripsy Rat after being my advocating hero for 2 years now:
Jin’s phone: *rings*
Lord Shimura: “Daddy”? But you don’t have one. Who is that?
Jin: *answers phone* Hello, Yuna.
Lord Shimura: *chokes*
Sexuality in Space
because I like space, puns, and have no self-control :D on redbubble as per usual
lesbians won because they have their international day in the best month of the year
Yuna: I'm literally going to fight the next person who is mean to Jin.
Jin: I'm so fucking useless.
Yuna: ALRIGHT YOU BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING BASTARD, LET'S GO!
so i just finished the folk of the air trilogy and i want to say that I LOVE JUDE, she is my girl and my comfort character
i found an ideal picture for twitter icon and i am really happy about it
There’s been asks about my color tutorial / process
but, really, not much to say…it’s similar the way I paint oil paintings
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Dumbass Academia: A Concept
Making snarky jokes when someone asks what you plan to do with your major
Ex: “My real life plan is to marry rich and become a wealthy widow at a young age. College is just a pickup scene.”
Getting used to various mystery stains on all your books/essays/papers
Is it food? Is it a water stain from reading in the bathtub? Is it tears? Were you annotating the book and some ink blotted up? Who knows? Certainly not you, better read around it.
Speaking of annotating books: Underlining all the bad words
This is especially fun if it’s something more “high brow” like a poetry book
Your glasses (if you wear them) are somehow always either dirty or scratched. You can’t see with them off, but you can’t see all that well with them on either.
You have a book. You want to read the book. It is highly recommended. It’s supposed to be very good. It will allow your mind to grow. It may even have a deep meaning or important historical significance that you really care about absorbing. Alas, neither your brain nor your heart has room for new characters to love or new obsessions to fixate on. You read fanfiction instead.
Finding a way to justify pretty much anything you like as part of your preferred aesthetics
Ex: “The show Rick and Morty totally counts as dark academia because it heavily involves science and education and also because gay stuff happens in it.”
Ex: “Wearing black lipstick is totally within the realm of cottagecore because there are black flowers and good rich dirt is often black and there are black nights with beautiful shining stars.
Correcting people about small errors on an impulse and then realizing two days later that they were actually right.
Writing things in code and posting them randomly online
(If I get to 150 followers on this blog I will be doing that btw)
Posting stuff or saying stuff and pretending that you don’t care about people’s opinions on what you say because you’re in this for you but secretly anytime you get a notification you almost cry because you’re so excited
Using old beat up notebooks and any pens you can get your hands on because you don’t have the time or money for fancy stationary
Being a little pretentious and doing things purely For The Aesthetic but then ten minutes later you’re eating mac and cheese and watching cartoons in the bathtub because being elitist is fun but it takes so much time and effort
Having a lot of mottos but none of them actually really apply to you but you insist that they are in fact what you base your life on anyway. Sometimes they like, half apply? But never all the way
Ex: “Be gay do crime”
Were you a gifted kid who didn’t quite fit in with everyone else in the gifted program’s intellectual strong suits? Or a gifted kid who now feels like you’ve become completely mediocre/average? You fit in
Alternatively were you a student who wasn’t considered one of the “smart” kids and even may have been treated like you were dumb and/or less than other students because you didn’t connect to your schooling “the correct way”? You fit in too
Constantly changing your aesthetic because something else seems cool
You read those “tea or coffee?” things and scoff because who can decide?
Going feral over abandoned buildings for no reason
Making bad jokes that most other people don’t get because they’re about really niche topics
Whenever someone asks you about a book you’re reading or what you’re studying you panic and say something nonsensical
Coming up with or researching conspiracy theories, but more about small local things like why there are never major storms in your town than big conspiracies like the moon landing
Not that you can’t also be into the big conspiracy theories
Being either ridiculously emotional all the time or being completely devoid of emotions all the time.
et tu, wanting to read and write and learn yet choosing to mindlessly scroll through tumblr for hours on end?
Game of Thrones. "We wrote the worst last season ever."
The 100: "Hold my beer."