Nonnie Prompt: :) Post season 1 Oliver doesn’t go to Lian Yu, but Digg convinces him to go with him on vacation (lake, beer and fishing) and Oliver accidently meets Felicity somewhere and invites her too and she’s beyond happy and they go together as OTA :)
A/N: Again my prompts are closed, I’m just completely what’s left in my inbox. I don’t even know what I did with this, my brain just sort of changed things but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
This fic is based on an amazing graphic AU made by @casparleeds which you can check out right over here.
He sketched her expertly, his piece of charcoal gliding
smoothly across the A3 piece of paper. “You’ve got gorgeous hair, ma’am,” he
told the adolescent who seemed about his age. She clearly felt flustered by
that comment and let her fingers slide through her hair before putting her hand
back on her lap.
“Thank you,” she said with a wide smile on her face.
“No need to thank me, miss. I’m just telling the truth,” he
replied, tilting his body to the side so he could see her properly. He flashed
her a charming smile and then straightened up in his chair, continuing to
There was indeed no need to thank him, but not because it was
the truth. It was because the complimenting came with the job. It was common
knowledge on the streets, especially with the artists working on these streets,
that complimenting your customers earned you tips. Sometimes if you were lucky,
enough tips to have a fancy meal at the end of the day.
Fortunately, Joe’s earnings weren’t dependent on how well he
was able to compliment his customers, as he wasn’t a full time street artist.
This wasn’t his job, it was his passion, and whenever he wasn’t out thatching
roofs, he was sketching, sometimes painting and even drawing whatever inspired
Joe wasn’t surprised at the heavy tip that he received from
his customer after he gave her the sketch. It hadn’t taken him a long time to analyse and find out which compliment
would be the most effective on her. He’d seen her fixing her hair while she’d
been walking around with her friends, and when she’d been sitting down in front
of him, she’d been twirling her hair around her fingers.
It was almost evening when Joe finally decided to wrap up and
take his last customer of the day. Joe had been scrolling through his phone,
texting his friends that he would be home after he took one last customer, when
a shadow fell across him. He could hear the heavy breathing and make out from
the shadow that his customer was a male slightly taller than him. As he looked
up, he realised that he
was indeed right.
This boy seemed slightly younger than Joe and had the most
beautiful blue eyes that Joe had ever seen. They were so clear and deep that Joe
was instantly fascinated by them. The boy had a messy lump of blond hair on his
head, which he tried to tame by swiping it to the side, and he wore a blue
t-shirt with pyjama pants.
Joe personally thought that the t-shirt brought out the blue in his eyes and he
had never imagined that any one could pull off wearing pyjama pants in the middle of the busy streets of London,
but here blue-eyed boy was.
He waited patiently as Joe checked him out, and then cleared
his throat. “I was wondering if you were still…like…sketching,” Blue-eyed boy
managed to say.
“Oh, yes, of course. Why don’t you sit down?” Joe quickly
chose one from a variety of different shades of charcoal, as blue-eyed boy
settled down. “What’s your name?”
“Um…Caspar. Caspar Lee,” the boy muttered, and Joe tried to
remind himself that the only reason he’d asked that was because he had to write
his name on the paper. “What’s your name?”
Joe blinked at Caspar, surprised. He hadn’t been expecting
Caspar to ask him that. None of his customers ever had.
“I’m Joe. Joe Sugg,” Joe looked down at Caspar’s hand, which
was awkwardly held out and it took a few seconds for him to keep the charcoal
piece somewhere safe and wipe his hands before he could shake Caspar’s hand.
“Well it’s nice to meet you Joe,” Caspar quickly spoke with a
smile as Joe began sketching him.
“You know Caspar, you have the most beautiful blue eyes,” Joe
said after a few minutes, looking up from his work. He could make out a blush
forming on Caspar’s cheeks, but Caspar’s face didn’t seem show any emotions.
In fact, Caspar narrowed his eyes at the compliment and said,
“I bet you say that to all of your customers.” Well, wasn’t that the god’s
honest truth? But the truth was also the fact that unlike most of the times,
when he was just saying that for the tips, this time, he genuinely meant it.
Joe laughed at that. “I’ll tell you what, Caspar. How about a
deal? I’ll give you this sketch for free if you agree to have dinner with me.”
Caspar’s eyes widened slightly. Yes, Joe was aware that this
was a long shot and that there was a chance that Caspar wasn’t really
interested in guys, but Joe was willing to take that chance. He wanted to get
to know this attractive boy and he hoped that Caspar would accept to go out on
a date with him.
“I don’t know…maybe…we’ll see,” Caspar seemed deep in thought,
as if thinking about what he should do.
“Alright, take your time,” Joe tried not to seem too
disappointed with the answer and dove straight into his sketching. He didn’t
say another word, but neither did Caspar, as Joe concentrated on his sketching
for the next few minutes.
After he was done, Joe handed Caspar the painting and heard
Caspar thanking him and complimenting his sketching skills while Joe cleared
everything up. As soon as he was done, Joe turned to Caspar, waiting for him to
He was surprised though, when Caspar suddenly looked up from
the sketch straight into Joe’s eyes. “I’ll pay for dinner,” he said.
Joe raised an eyebrow, even more surprised as he saw Caspar’s
hand moving towards Joe’s. Joe bit his lip. Noticing the slight hesitation in
Caspar’s features as his hand touched Joe’s, Joe took the final step, entwining
his fingers into Caspar’s. The smile that graced Caspar’s lips made a sudden
warmth spread through Joe’s chest and he found himself smiling even wider.
“Sorry about this,” Joe said pointing to himself, “I’m a mess.
I know that I should probably go get changed but I’m starving.”
“No you’re not,” Caspar said, sincerity ringing through his
voice as he squeezed Joe’s hand. “You look beautiful, Joe. Just the way you
are.” Caspar’s voice was soft and full of underlying emotions.
Joe felt his stomach flip at that, his heart beat rising and his
face heating up. For the first time in his life, Joe Sugg was struck
speechless. He didn’t know what to say to that. He could play it off with a
sarcastic answer like he usually did, but something stopped him from doing that
and he decided to answer just as genuinely as Caspar had. “So do you, Caspar.”
He put his free hand through his mop of muddy brown hair and
decided that he’d made the right decision when he’d decided to skip going
clubbing tonight with his friends and had decided to go out with Caspar
So I hope you guys enjoyed the fic. Tell me if you guys want a part 2 or if you’ve got any requests.
Hello, sorry for the long wait. I don’t have as much time as I used to. I’ll get onto the EXPERT WORKS as soon as possible. While there aren’t any huge differences from the episode and novel, but it’s still interesting how the episode one could have played out as there are a lot of cuts and edits. Although the storyboards are slightly different from the scenario booklet, I’ll also add in some pictures to the matching respective scenes. I hope you all enjoy this long read.
This is part of my “500 Follower Celebration”. There will be five drabbles in total; fear, happiness, anger, love and sadness. These are just scene shots in the form of drabbles. They may eventually be turned into fics. I hope that you enjoy them and thank you again for following!
You both sat there together, watching the stars high above lighting up the night sky. You laid back against his chest, resting your head on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you, feeling the warmth of your body against him. He breathed in the scent of your perfume as he leaned his head against yours, getting lost in the moment. There was no place in the world where he would rather be than right there with you on that rooftop. This was his happy place.
This is where he always went to find you when you snuck off by yourself. When things were quiet and you found yourself free, you would leave the formality of the bunker and climb the stairs up to the roof. You would get lost star gazing for hours, often falling asleep on the blanket you sometimes dragged up from your bedroom.
It was your secret place that only he knew about. The boys didn’t know where you always ran off to and he had sworn to keep it that way for you. It was the place that you and he shared on beautiful nights like this when the lights of the city didn’t reach far enough to drown out the stars in the sky.
He had told you all of the stories; how all of the stars were made and which ones his father allowed the angels to place. He had shown you his favorite, a small star so far in the distance that reminded him that everything was put in place for a purpose; that his father had placed you in his life because he knew that he had needed you, then and there. You were his blessing and he would never let a moment go by where he took you for granted. Every look, every touch, every kiss echoed through him as a memory that he would carry with him throughout his existence.
He held your hands in his as he felt you sigh and nuzzle your head into his neck as your breathing slowed and you quietly drifted off to sleep. He pulled you closer, letting you curl into him as he covered you with the blanket and softly kissed the top of your head. His father had not made another human as wonderful as you were. He was lost the minute that he had laid eyes on you; your smile disarming him immediately when the boys introduced you.
His fingertips softly brushed the hair out of your eyes and he smiled down at you, his beautiful human. His chest tightened and he wanted to keep you like this forever; safe and happy in his arms.
He looked back up at the sky and watched as a shooting star streaked across the night. He smiled and silently thanked his father for bringing you into his life.
I saw one of the questions someone asked, about an Emerald an Ice fusion. My Gemsona was Emerald, so I thought I’d do a concept of what mine and yours would look like. I had trouble with the hair. I’m too lazy to do the body uwu. Hope you enjoy 😅.
i’d like to say you seem to have a really cute style of drawing and they look really handsome uwu
((If it’s too small to read, this is what Photon said:
“And fuck you, thespecificgentleman. You’re nothing but trouble. You’re not God. You’re not even anything good. You’re a thorn at everyone’s side. Especially to those you attack. And to those who were dumb/foolish enough to befriend him (lookin’ at you, Sketchy and Rose), it’s only a matter of time before he decides to make you his next targets. Hope you enjoy getting hate from him.”))
Just because I asked someone a question, doesn’t mean I befriended them, y’know. I mean sure theyre mean sometimes but at least they’re smart, unlike you. The shit between you and Rose happened for a pathetic goddamn reason. The shit between you and Astral happened for a reason that you could’ve avoided if you weren’t an ass. The shit between you and me…well its just a lot of things in one, like your bad decisions, asshole attitude etc. altogether, but I just snapped and had ENOUGH after I found out about the shit between you and Astral.
Since being blocked, can’t get mentions or reblogs, could a kind soul mention or message Photon about this post please. I’ll check if he responds but eh I doubt he will since every time someone’s right in an argument, he just doesnt know what to say, bcus he’s a pussy.
Oh my god this is absolutely massive… IT’S
JUST LIKE AN OTOME GAME OR SOMETHING BUT I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING IT uwu I hope
you like it too! Thank you so much for requesting~
PS. Cookies for anyone who catches the John
Tucker Must Die reference! I am actually a complete dork for chick flicks…
Your life has recently turned extremely topsy-turvy. The strangest
things have been happening to you, of late, and you absolutely cannot
It all started when you subbed in for your friend Momoi
as the Generation of Miracles’ manager during a tournament, just for a week.
She had assured you that your job wouldn’t have been anything worth worrying
about, so you had accepted the offer. Why not? It was only a week, right?
You should have realized something was not right on that
very first day, itself.
“I was kind of annoyed when I realized someone would be
replacing Momocchi, but…” Kise Ryouta had said, eyes widening and blushing upon
seeing you, “you are really cute, you know, [Name]-cchi…”
Midorima Shintarou had pushed his glasses up his face,
scowling. “Stop ogling the girl, Kise.” But his intentions were, to an extent
at least, subjective, for he had blushed as he observed you out of the corner
of his eye, as well.
Murasakibara Atsushi, in all his imposing 2m giganticness,
had leaned down, so close to your face that you had to skitter back in shock,
to observe you a bit more thoroughly. “Huh… you look cute with a clipboard,
Aomine Daiki had grinned at you, eyes filled with
promise. “Ignore these losers, [Name]. You’re new around here, eh?” His next
words had made you blush, especially considering the mischievous light in his
expression. “I can show you a good time.”
Kuroko Tetsuya had tapped your shoulder, seemingly
appearing out of nowhere and startling you out of your skin. He had given you a
soft, gentle smile. “Sorry about my teammates, [Name]-san. They can be a bit
Akashi Seijuro had greeted you last, regarding you with
hooded eyes, saying your name in a voice so silky and smooth that it had made
you blush. “I am pleased to make your acquaintance, [Name].” He had taken your
hand, fingers gentle and caressing but his hold firm and strong against your
skin. “I hope we can work together closely in the future, as well.”
Well, Momoi had warned you about them being a bit
strange, so you passed all these off as characterized oddities, but little did
you know… the eccentricities were only just beginning.
Kuroko is the first to make a move to get your attention.
You are walking home from school one day when a mop of soft blue hair suddenly
impedes your path, and a soft yap of a bark fills the air. You squeak and
skitter back in surprise to find Kuroko standing directly in front of you,
expression impassive but eyes quietly contemplative as he looks at you. He is
holding a tiny dog in his hands, and your eyes widen when you realize that both
the puppy and its owner had exactly the same type of eyes.
“Yap!” It barks again, and you can’t help but swoon
internally at how cute it looked and sounded, wagging its tail as it looked up
at you adoringly like that.
“Number 2 likes you, [Name]-san.” Kuroko says, holding
the dog up to your face so that it can nuzzle against your cheek, panting
contentedly. His eyes peek out at you from behind the dog, and you smile at him
weakly, feeling overwhelmed by their combined cuteness.
“Shall we go for a walk together?” He suggests in a
gentle, innocent voice.
The next to grab your attention is Kise Ryouta, and his
approach is a lot more direct than Kuroko’s. It is lunch hour, and you
are standing in the courtyard, basking in the sun when you hear a distant cry:
You barely have a moment to turn around in surprise when
a yellow blur tackles you in a friendly hug, making your eyes widen in
surprise. You pat this new arrival awkwardly on the back and pull away,
flushing slightly from the sudden contact.
“H-Hello to you, too, Kise-san,” you say, smiling
uncertainly. The fact that you smiled at all seems to invigorate the loud
blonde, and his face lights up with happiness as he clasps his hands together
“[N-Name]-cchi said my name! I’m so honored, you know?”
You gape at him sheepishly, not knowing how to respond.
It doesn’t seem to matter, because the blonde had plenty of words to
“You know, [Name]-cchi! I’m really surprised I haven’t
noticed someone as pretty as you before!” He loops his arm around your
shoulders and steers you away from your group of stunned friends, lowering his
voice as he continues speaking. “I’m really glad you’re subbing for Momocchi,
He gives you a wide, cheerful smile, but his cat-like
eyes glitter with mischief as he leans a bit closer slyly. “It gives us plenty
of time to get to know each other really well, right, [Name]-cchi?”
Midorima Shintarou is thankfully, a lot less loud, but
not any less strange. If anything, he has the most eccentric approach of them
You are working on your homework in the library during a
free period when you hear a pair of footsteps approaching your desk. You decide
to finish the sum you are working on before dealing with the arrival.
“Yes, how can I—eep!”
This last part you say upon noticing the truly grotesque
voodoo mask lying atop your table, grimly staring up at you in all its
gruesome glory. You follow the pale hand resting atop this crazy-looking mask,
up the immaculately ironed uniform sleeve, to meet with the face of a furiously
blushing Midorima Shintarou.
You raise an eyebrow, and he scowls more, cheeks turning
a truly alarming shade of burgundy. He does not speak whatsoever, and instead
just slowly pushes the voodoo mask towards you and retracts his hand. You blink,
looking up at him questioningly.
A few seconds of a terribly awkward silence pass between
you two, where Midorima is just glaring at the far wall instead of paying you
any attention whatsoever, so you clear your throat tentatively, trying to get
“Y-Your lucky item, nanodayo.” He says, making you frown
“This is the lucky item for [your sign] for today,
nanodayo.” He elaborates. You cannot fathom why he is so angry at the far wall,
for he seems to be glaring at it like it personally offended him.
You grimace at the ugly mask. “A-Are you sure this isn’t
Midorima exhales heavily, possibly trying to calm his
agitated nerves. He pushes the mask closer to you and turns away from you
almost immediately. You raise your eyes, for even the back of his neck is
“I-It is a gift, nanodayo.” He says the next part whilst
walking away rapidly, and his hands are shaking with embarrassment. “Please
accept it, [Name].”
Murasakibara Atsushis’s level of eccentricity doesn’t
fall short of this, either. You are sitting in class, waiting for the teacher
to show up when all of a sudden a shadow falls on your desk. You look up
sleepily, and then start in surprise upon seeing the towering Murasakibara
standing by your desk, looking down at you with lazy lavender eyes.
Wordlessly, without even so much as greeting you, he lifts
a truly enormous plastic bag – filled with junk food, as is apparent from the
see-through material – and drops it onto your desk. You raise your eyebrows,
mostly because the words 4 [nAme]-chin (he misspelled your name,
incidentally) has been scrawled over the bag with a black sharpie.
You look up at him in shock and confusion, and he pouts
at you sullenly, cheeks slightly flushed. “Nn… take it, [Name]-chin… before I
change my mind…”
Your eyes widen when he says the next bit. “If you don’t
eat it… I might have to crush you…”
But perhaps it is Aomine Daiki’s approach that really
takes the cake. You are sitting on the bench, a bit excited, because the team
is one point away from breaking the national record for score difference
in a basketball match, and there are only 40 seconds left on the clock with the
ball in your side’s possession.
You do not expect what’s coming next, and when it
happens, you are shocked beyond words.
The timer is counting down the seconds, and there are
only 30 seconds left as Aomine expertly weaves his way through the defense –
and much to your awe – dribbles his way with the ball towards the sideline;
straight towards you.
“Looking good, [Name].” He grins slyly, and your jaw
drops. The defense tries desperately to get at the ball, but Aomine is
unbothered as he keeps it out of his reach with lazy but decidedly meticulous
“Y-You’re crazy, Aomine-san!” You exclaim, not knowing
whether to be angry or flustered. “Time’s running out! Please shoot the
Aomine smirks at you, blue eyes wild with a type of
electricity that is leaving you a bit breathless. 15 seconds.
“I will if you go out with me, [Name].” He says
mischievously, and you frown at him, blushing despite the circumstances.
“Aomine-san, please…” you blush, hiding your face behind
your hands. I-It was all too sudden. How on earth are you supposed to respond
in a situation like this?
“Aomine.” Akashi’s voice calls out sternly from behind
Aomine, and Aomine’s face falls slightly, knowing he has no choice but to
adhere to the game. Nonetheless, he cocks his head towards you with an excited
grin as he does a rollover and dribbles around the defense to step towards the
“This ones on you, [Name]!” He exclaims as he
leaps into the air and slams the ball in just as the buzzer sounded. The
stadium explodes with excitement, and you can’t help but cheer along with them,
because honestly, what on earth was wrong with these idiots?
Akashi Seijuro meets you after the game, smiling
apologetically at you and handing you a can of pocari sweat from the team’s
cooler. You accept gratefully and take a long swig of the drink.
“Congratulations, Akashi-san.” You say after you’re done,
grinning because you are in fact, a little proud of the entire lot of
them. “Your team broke the national record.”
“Our team, [Name].” He corrects gently, regarding
you with a soft smile. “I am afraid you have become one of us, whether you
accept it or not.”
You flush slightly, understanding what he is talking
about. Something about this enigmatic team captain really invigorates you, for
“I am sorry about Aomine’s behavior from earlier,” he says
softly, “it is my duty as a captain to bear responsibility for my teammate’s
“I-It’s okay,” you say, flustered, “I didn’t mind that
Akashi studies you for a moment, and then reaches out to
tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Your eyes widen in surprise at the
movement and you blush, because your temple is tingling where his skin came
into contact with yours.
“Do tell me if they bother you again, [Name].” He says,
his voice so light and feathery that it is leaving you at a loss for words.
“Because of course, your happiness is of utmost priority
It has been a ridiculously long time since I’ve updated ATOGAF, and I sincerely apologize for that! I’ve been so busy lately with school and cheer and everything else, but you guys have been so supportive and I can’t thank you enough for that.
I also reached over 1,000 followers, which is crazy!! I never thought I would reach 1K. So lot’s of love to all of you who follow me:) This part is short, but I wanted to show everyone’s moods before the dinner. The next part will be the much anticipated dinner!
Hope you enjoy!
“Oh please,” I grumbled, examining my perfectly manicured nails. “It’s just a dinner, for Cauldron’s sake.”
Cassian spoke from his closets. “For your information, Morrigan, it is not the dinner I’m worried about.”
I knew by the use of my full name that there was truly something worrying Cassian. He may be a pain in my ass—and that was on a good day—but he was still someone I cared for deeply, and if there was something on his mind, I wanted to know.
I was watching Rob play Sonic Colors, and I came up with my own idea for a reimagining of Sonic the Hedgehog in the style of the earlier, side-scrolling games. I hope you enjoy.
SONIC AND EGGMAN
STAGE 1: GREEN ZONE
The game begins in an idyllic area which recalls the Green Hill Zone or Emerald Hill Zone from the earlier games. The sky is blue and patched with white clouds, and palm trees stand guard over crystalline waterfalls. There are no enemies or dangers, and Sonic runs through loop-de-loops and vaults across suspended platforms, accompanied by his companion, Tails.
But then we encounter small patches of “Eggman”; little glitch-like patterns from which tiny Eggmen bubble forth. Though Sonic can kill many of them (with these Eggman being empty inside; devoid of the animals once needed to power Eggman’s creations), the smaller ones elude any attack, flying through the air like insects. The Eggmen appear to be moving towards a large wall that divides Green Zone from a more industrial-looking area. At this boundary, Sonic fights a humanoid Eggman that looks quite like the Eggman that we know from the first Sonic the Hedgehog; this Eggman pilots a robotic car which also bears his image. Sonic destroys the Eggman, which breaks apart into smaller Eggmen that disappear like water through cracks in the wall. In the wreckage of the robotic car, the first chaos emerald emerges, its color a vivid green. Sonic collects the chaos emerald and enters the next zone through a door in the wall.
So it hasn’t even been a month since I created this account, but on the 24th of August 2016, this blog hit 1000 followers!
I just wanted to say that I’m sorry if I’m not able to post frequently! I’m a bit busy with school and I’m having an existential crisis right now. Please believe me when I say that I want to make every request that’s sent to me. I’ll do my best to put out every single one of them. Until then, I hope you enjoy the other requests/my own imagines I’ll be posting first.
Something is queued for the next few days!