Jack Zimmermann was accustomed to dealing with difficult situations;
he was captain of the Samwell Men’s
Hockey team after all, but this? Thiswas never in the job description.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Bitty whispered into the side of
Jack’s neck, breath hot and sweet against his skin. The kegster ended a while
ago but Bitty was still feeling the effects. When he fell off the coffee table
attempting to dance to All the Single Ladies, Jack swept in ready to piggyback
him to bed.
“Alright,” Jack said, mouthing I got this in Lardo’s direction before heading to the stairs.
“I don’t wanna be a single lady anymore,” His voice faltered
and Jack became acutely aware of Bitty’s thighs around his hips. “I want a
person. Everybody else has got a person.”
“With moves like that I don’t think you’ll have to wait
long,” Jack said, supressing a chuckle.
“Mmhmm,” Bitty mumbled, fighting a losing war against sleep.
Jack pushed open the door to Bitty’s room with his foot and ducked inside.
I’VE SPENT 3 YEARS TRYING FIGURE OUT HOW TO COLOUR THINGS AND DO LIGHTING EFFECTS IN FLASH, I EVEN STARTED LEARNING HARMONY BECAUSE IT WAS LOOKING FUTILE… AND THEN I DISCOVERED FLASH HAS A COLOUR BLENDING MODE IF YOU SET YOUR SYMBOL TO A MOVIE CLIP.
I… I think to lay down…
Anyways, have some pretty gems that I’m super proud (I’ve been trying to figure out ways to animate gem glimmers as well). Which one is your favourite? I have a bias towards the ruby because it was the first one I succeeded at, so I have sentimental feelings towards it :)
neil and any of the fox fam with #1? i live for angst
01: “I’m sorry.”
In retrospect, they really should’ve hired some sort of security for the court. It sits nestled into campus like Palmetto’s gaudy oversized jewel, bright bright white like glaring snow, impossible to pass by without some part of you wanting to deface it.
It’s also like a neat little box with Neil’s name on the label. Even though his biggest enemies are mercifully holding back with an open palm and a cocked gun, he has a host of new people to fight since he’s been in the news. A thousand more misguided fans trying to come calling.
A year ago he would’ve understood that staying at Palmetto is like a wanted man staying in a burning house, waiting for the smoke or the police to get him first. But Neil has a taste for smoke, now. It’s so easy to stay at the court, where he’s surrounded by family — most of whom have mile long protective streaks and criminal records like the markings on poisonous snakes.
He’s not worried. He has Andrew simmering at his side with the best right hook he’s ever seen and a clinical willingness to kill someone if the occasion should call for it. He’s wasn’t worried. He should’ve been worried.
It’s a former Raven who ends up coming for him; someone who took the tyranny of Riko’s regime and tried to shrug the crown on himself. Someone who got a taste for the sweet, dark paralysis of a life that’s never yours.
Neil never leaves a door to close without waiting for the click of the latch, so he can’t imagine how this bulky, wild-eyed person came to be facing him in the heart of the court, palming a gun from his pocket into a threat at half mast.
Neil’s head is a full suitcase. He can’t even see through the panic. There’s stuffing coming out of his eyes and all he wants to do is gather it up and run.
It’s stupid, really, that he hadn’t properly tried to see this coming. He’d discarded the possibility and settled into the flames.
The guy— Spencer?— is a raven dealer with an upper body that could incapacitate Neil with one well-placed collision. He watches the old raven line number shift on his chest as he shoulders the door to the court open. Neil considers the heft of a ball still in his racquet. His aim isn’t precise enough to take out the gun if Spencer still has the presence of mind to be a moving target. Kevin would know how to calculate his odds and find an angle that works, but all Neil has is his nerve and his speed.
“If rumour serves, you’ve changed a lot, Nathaniel.”
Neil shifts backwards, adjusting his grip and breathing through the familiarity of the gesture. Hunted, defended, retreating.
Sorry these are so rough- it was more of a
costume design exercise then a drawing one.
A few weeks ago I did these allegiance-switched
versions of Jyn and Krennic, and popped them onto my twitter feed. It’s only
just occurred to me to put them up here too.
It’s was fun trying to figure out how to
incorporate a cape into the Rebel Alliance aesthetic- but looking at some
concept art they seem to be fans of zippers and pockets. I added that mustard
lining to give it a nice flash of colour. Not very stealthy but favouring appearance over
practicality seems to be Krennic’s thing anyway.
As for Jyn, I think Felicity would make an
awesome SW bad guy- love the idea of tiny Jyn sizing up next to gigantic
Tarkin. The haircut was fun too- with that Kristen Stewart vibe going on.
Request: Can you write a smutty mafia boss au where Yoongi is known to be the most heartless person alive and would kill anyone in an instant, but when he comes home he treats his wife like a queen and would do anything for her.
Yoongi adjusts the cuffs of his expensive designer suit as he steps into the elevator.
He catches sight of himself in the mirror of the elevator. He hair is parted at the side, the jet black strands contrast beautifully with his pale skin giving him an intimidating, almost ghostly look. His eyes are cold and unreadable and despite his rather small height, his overbearing presence is enough to make even the bravest of men cry.
He smirks at the younger boy next to him, Jungkook, who seems to be staring at the older in awe. Yoongi had taken Jungkook under his wing a few weeks ago when he’d found the boy battered and bloody on the side of the road. It was unusual of Yoongi to show such kindness, his reputation of being a cold hearted killer preceded him, and everyone had been surprised at his act of generosity.
Maybe Yoongi was becoming too soft.
He would continually insist that he was only using Jungkook for personal gain, the boy was proving to have a lot of potential after all. He could probably make Yoongi and the organisation as a whole a lot of money in the future. Yet, there was another reason Yoongi was so fond of the boy, he reminded Yoongi of himself when he was younger. Back when his final shred of innocence hadn’t been taken away.
When the doors of the lift open, Yoongi takes the lead, confidently striding down the hallway with Jungkook following behind like a loyal little puppy. When he reaches the right room, he swings the door open without hesitation and everyone sitting inside falls silent due to his powerful, intimidating aura.
The only sound that can be heard is Yoongi and Jungkook’s footsteps against the polished wooden floor as they enter. Out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi could see Jungkook’s face turning slightly red, he knew the younger hated being the centre of attention. One day he would have to get over his shyness, however, Jungkook always got the job done when it needed doing and that’s all Yoongi cared about for now.
Yoongi sits down at the head of the table, Jungkook sliding into the chair next to him.
No one dares speak.
Finally Yoongi clears his throat “So is anyone going to tell me what’s going on or are you all just going to sit there?”
Here is my baby boy Jumin to continue my little Borrow series. I don’t know why, but I instantly felt drawn to this guy when I started playing this God forsaken game and he’s remained my favourite even after playing Seven and Yoosung’s routes.