This is the first time I’ve completed a proper artwork of actual Pokemon ((still learning the ropes ahhh please forgive my mistakes;; my Pokemon art looks weird)). I had so much fun doing this though! I’m glad because I had an excuse to make stuff super shiny hehe *v*
edit: repainted the vaporeon + some other details • thanks to those who gave their tips and suggestions! ♥
I made a short comic about Ryota being part of class 77. His inclusion makes me want to see more of DR2 + Ryota and their quest for atonement but I guess the hope arc is probably the last we officially see of them. Sure their anthologies probably have that kind of stories but oh well. Thought I make one my own.
Still learning the ropes when it comes to drawing this though. :)
A/N: I don’t know where my recent obsession with Tae came from. Anyway, here’s a little treat to hold you over, I swear the Youngjae story is coming! I’m it’s taking so long, I just want it to be as perfect as he is (AND IT NEVER WILL BE AAAAHHHH)!!
Taehyung bit his lip in concentration. His eyes followed the red rope in his hands trying to correctly decipher where to place it next. Flicking his tongue over his lips he pulled the rope between a loop he’d created earlier and dragged it through cautiously. He could feel a bead of sweat slip down the back of his neck as he worked, knowing he was being watched. Being judged by his every move. He continued on. Five more minutes passed and then ten, almost a full twenty before he tied off the tail of the rope into the knots he’d created. He leaned back on his heels and looked up at his hyung.
The sailors know each other, know the slope of the deck, know the rasp of rope across their hands. They know the spray of the water and the sting of the salt and the sigh of the waves, steady like the turn of the world. Pike does not know these things. Pike does not know these people or their world. Pike watches them, eyes shadowed and hungry, and she does not know what she is seeking but she does not find it.
She spends the hours she is not working––and they are few and far between, for there is always work to be done upon the ship, and she has the slope of the deck to learn, and the rasp of rope, and the tricks and turns of life among the emptiness of the ocean––staring out at the horizon, the threshold of the world where sky meets water. Some days it is slate, heavy and low. Some days it is impossibly blue, blinding. Some days it is close enough to reach out and touch; some days it is impossibly far away. Some days it is a gaping, hungry mouth, ready to swallow everything. Some days it is closed tight.
Those are bad days, when the horizon is locked away.
When we think of African American popular music, our first thought is probably not of double-dutch: girls bouncing between two twirling ropes, keeping time to the tick-tat under their toes. But this book argues that the games black girls play —handclapping songs, cheers, and double-dutch jump rope—both reflect and inspire the principles of black popular musicmaking.
The Games Black Girls Play illustrates how black musical styles are incorporated into the earliest games African American girls learn—how, in effect, these games contain the DNA of black music. [book link]
Can people maybe give the new mods a week to settle in before you break out the torches and pitchforks over everything they do?
I agree! When I was first learning the ropes, I would respond in a similar fashion and I would get 50 asks telling me I was a shithole of a person and deserved to die. It was, honestly, the worst thing ever. Rodney has apologized and stated in more clear terms what he meant, let’s move on. Everything about this from this point on will be deleted. -Mandie
i adore ur blog ❤ any ideas on how Magnus and max meet???
Hi darling, thank you for being so sweet <3 Sorry I took so long to answer this (too long, now we even have photos from 2x08 T.T)! So there’s that canonical answer. But hey, my mind works in miraculous ways so let’s imagine that the party isn’t actually the first time Magnus and Max meets. 😉
Magnus was in the Mumbai Institute on “official business” as the Clave liked to call it, but in actual fact he was just being ordered around mediating between the vampires and the werewolves clans there. The High Warlock in the city was replaced recently and Magnus was requested to step in while the new High Warlock was learning the ropes. He had all intentions to refuse, but a werewolf from the New York pack had shown up at his apartment one day and begged him to accept the appointment because she had a close friend who was turned and was now living with the Mumbai pack and she didn’t know how to keep her safe if they really went to war. So here he was, stalking about the Institute, trying to find the person in charge, just because they didn’t quite bother ironing out the details before calling him in. Typical.
He was getting frustrated as he turned the corner to reach a wing that looked exactly the same as the one he had seen previously. He was about to throw his hands out to create a portal home because this was a huge waste of time and he could well be enjoying a glass of scotch in the comfort of his room and not this, this unrelenting, stoic palace that…smelt like steak. Wait, what?
“You did it! That rune is way complicated, you’re sick, dude!” Magnus peeked into the room where the voices came from and was faced with a circle of boys surrounding a plate with a slice of steak, now fully cooked. They were probably around ten years old and looking way impressed by a young boy with blonde hair wielding a stele, who was standing right in front of the plate with a smug expression. One of the boys looked up and saw Magnus and promptly snatched the plate and the rest of the boys turned towards the direction he was looking at and froze. Magnus frowned, confused, when he realised that they must have mistaken him for one of the teachers.
“Who are you?” The boy who was holding the stele asked and attempted to hide his stele behind his back when Magnus’ eyes drifted to it. His eyes were defiant, reminding him of that cocky brat of a Shadowhunter back in New York. Magnus attempted a friendly smile, “I’m Magnus, High Warlock of Brooklyn. Young Shadowhunters, may I know where I can find the Head of the Institute?” The boys looked at each other and one of them stepped forward to give him directions. Magnus thanked him and was about to leave when he saw the boys shuffling restlessly. He chuckled and winked, “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. Try not to burn down the Institute while you’re at it.”
“Magnus?” A young, unfamiliar voice interrupted his conversation with Alec at the party and when he turned around, he was faced with the same young boy whom he chanced upon in the Mumbai Institute. Magnus looked up and scanned the room; nope, no other young Shadowhunters, so this must be…”Max Lightwood. I never thought we’d meet again.”
“Do you two…know each other?” Alec’s adorably confused voice and raised eyebrows made Magnus laugh.
“Well, we’ve briefly met and I must say it was a very warm encounter,” Magnus winked at Max and the young Shadowhunter was worried for a second until Magnus held up a finger to his lips and Max laughed, bright and breathless, while Alec looked on, bewildered.
Consider: FAHC Gavin being a Parkour artist. Now hear me out, he’s younger when he learns, yeah, and maybe its building off his gymnastics+ballet lessons, and he’s learning the ropes, getting his rhythm, eating shit, constantly.
Absolutely eating shit. All the goddamn time. Face meets pavement, meets that poor old lady he didn’t see, meets metal pole, meets concrete. His nose he just gives up on, he worried he’s gonna have to get prosthetic teeth, he breaks his arms and wrists and ankles so much the hospitals known him by name no ID required. But he gets good. Really good. YouTube good.
And then he discovers he can code too, so hacking, free-running, he’s like ‘I’m the most unlikely damn video game character ever but whatever, here I am.’ And he expands his skills, decides to put both of his skills to use. Hacks into and disables a security system, sneaks into the convenience store and is out through the vents before the cashier comes back from the bathroom. And on like this. Thief, Hacker, Parkour Artist.
Now, cut ahead. He moves to LS, Burnie sees the untapped potential in this kid, and Geoff takes him under wing but for hacking, not for his thievery skills, not for his parkour, just hacking, so he falls off it, doesn’t need to use it, never ends up doing it in front of the crew BC its exhausting and unnecessary. Until, one day, Gavin takes the piss out of Ryan just a wee bit too well.
Gavin’s running through the penthouse giggling like an asshole with Ryan, irate, lovely Ryan, tearing ass after him. And Gavin’s cornered suddenly. The only out is an open window. Ryan’s advancing, seething with anger, the rest of the crew is sure Gavin’s gonna get the shit kicked out of him. Serves the bitch right too. But does he? Nah. Gavin twists, shoves his body through the window, There’s a balcony ledge he stands up on, and praising muscle memory to high heavens he looks back at Ryan, who’s less angry now and more dawning understanding mixed with outright concern, flashes a crooked smile and swan dives.
Seconds pass. Ryan’s gaping. The Crew is gaping. Michael is three seconds away from an actual aneurysm. The crew, Geoff in the forefront, runs to the window. They look down. Nothing. No English dickhead pancake on the concrete below. Absolutely nothing. And then, Gavin, dear fuckhead, swings over spiderman style from the lower floor’s balcony to the one directly besides it. Gracefully. Like he knows what the fuck he’s doing, very, very well. He looks back. the crew is still gaping. Geoff’s brain is broke. It can’t be. Gavin’s a clumsy dickweed who can’t even walk without falling over himself.
Gavin grins. Ever the showman, he shouts. “You ain’t seen nothing yet!” And parkours up to the roof of the penthouse, with much acrobatic nonsense. A lot of fanfare. He’s showy, that Gavin. The Crew, finally, erupts.
“OH MY GOD.” is the general consensus. Followed by “HOW THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT.” Ray takes his hoodie’s hood off as a sign of respect for his new found Parkour brethren. Gavin shrugs, parkours his way back down, the crew grabs his shirt and yanks him back into the safety of the penthouse before letting him speak. “I learned back in England.” Gavin says.
The crew is baffled. “Why did you never tell me?!” Geoff demands. “You never asked.” Gavin replies, relishing in the awe. “I’m not to bad at a cheeky bit of cat burglary either.”
“Oh my god, you JACKASS. Gavin I will crack your skull open if you ever do that again without warning me.” Ryan says. Gavin grins at him. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
A/N: I’ve been holding this one in my back pocket! It’s been on my list of fics for a LONG time. I hope you all enjoy it! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3
Dean and Sam hit the wall as the demon pushed them against the wall away from you. “Now now, we can’t have that. Little [Y/N] here, needs to learn the ropes, right,” the demon noted mischievously. The demonic man threw the blade on the ground in front of your feet. “Pick it up.”
You looked back at Sam and Dean, their eyes were wide with anger and worry. As soon as you picked up the blade, you were shoved into the wall with brute force. You groaned from the pain that shocked your body as you hit the wall. You had dropped the blade as you hit the floor; the Winchester brothers had yelled your name out of concern.
“Oh you dropped your weapon. How unfortunate for you,” the demon smirked, tossing your blade across the room. The demon grabbed you by your neck, slamming you up against the wall. “It would be a shame if you died because the Winchesters couldn’t save you.”
I walked into
the break room with the new officer following right behind me. It was her
second day with the force and she was shadowing me for the day to learn the
ropes around the office since she can’t go out on the field just yet. I’m a
deputy, just like my husband, but since I’m about 6 months pregnant Sheriff
Stilinski has me doing paper work until I’m back from maternity leave after the
baby is born, which I’m grateful for. I’ve been with the Beacon Hills Police
Department for five years and it’s nice to have a boss who’s not only great and
understanding, but also caring.
Hi! I'm currently writing a story and I've got all of the important information that's crucial for the story, in the chapter but overall, the chapter seems a bit dull. Do you know of any way I could spice it up? Thanks
Not sure I entirely understand the first part of your ask. You have all the imformation that’s crucial to the story in one chapter?
I feel it’s allowable to have a boring chapter here and there when you’re still learning the ropes (unless it’s the first chapter, which should be interesting enough to catch readers’ attention). To “spice up” a specific chapter, be descriptive or add humor (or less descriptive and less humorous, depending on what’s making your chapter a drag). If it fits with your story, add one or two foreshadowing details that the reader will puzzle over until a later chapter when you resolve their confusion.
Don’t make the mistake of adding a “drama of the week” scene that has nothing to do with the main story just to add interest. Not every chapter needs to be a stand-alone episode like you’re writing a sitcom. Some chapters can cover important material without being utterly interesting.
If you don’t think any of the above advice will help, set your chapter aside for a while (a week at least) and come back just to read it. Which parts bore you? Which parts do you skip over? If someone else had written this, would you be paying rapt attention to every sentence, or just skimming? Diagnose for yourself the symptoms that are making your chapter dull and work it out from there.
Lord Legatum's nail clicks consistently upon the marbled floor, waiting for a response from the foreign ambassador. "Well," he begins, a note of condescension leaking into his voice, tainting the otherwise uniform air of formality, "What shall it be? The surrender of your land's assets in exchange for the protection of my Wolf Guard, or the ravaging of your nation by the inevitable, entropic, forces that may see it harm?"
commander hopsy vomits once on the floor and then fucks off
If you're not going to take Lords of Arcana seriously, then please get off the forum.
rear admiral hopsy doesn't care. he is also kissing all the ladies.
Only gays in this castle.
((Dirk gets pulled into the shitpost maelstrom, but learns he can rope John into decent RP by involving ghosts))