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Ugh I’m so ashamed of myself XD I probably got the color variations wrong, but the design is sti cute. I’m so sorry @lovelyandshybluepearl for totally ruining your adorable Green Diamond.

And to apologize for the long delay, I made a little chibi headshot (sticker?) on the side as a bonus.

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Puppy Dog Eyes - Drabble Request

Requested here! Dear Anon, please tell me when/if you read it, I’ll reblog until you do. 

A/N: Based on a list of random sentences (requests open!). If you want to be tagged, tell me and I will arrenge it!

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“[Y/n], doll!” Bucky singing your name plus his gallant smile once he found you on the couch were enough to make you suspicious.

You lowered your book so he could only see your narrowed eyes. “What do you want, Barnes?”

“Oh, c’mon, doll, don’t look at me like that,” he all but whined. You marked the book and laid it on the coffee table.

“Don’t pretend you’re not here to ask me for something.” He opened his mouth to respond, but you were quicker to continue. “And don’t say it’s nothing. You know the meaning of the word ‘subtle’ as well as Steve.”

“Thanks!” The blond supersoldier yelled from the kitchen.

“This is terrible, Steve!” Bucky answered.

“Hey!”

“Anyway, doll,” he sat beside you and grabbed your hands gently before pressing a caste kiss in each, “All I came here for was a minor, tiny, innocent favor from my favorite person in the world.”

“Hey!” Steve yelled again.

“You two share the first spot!”

It took a few seconds, but the answer eventually came. “Okay!”

“Now shut up, I’m trying something here,” Bucky shouted then turned back to you.”

You arched an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”

He brought your hands nearer his face and rested his chin on them, while still holding them with his own.

“You see, you make those delicious cak-“

“You’re asking me to cook for you?”

“Only if you want to feed your boyfriend and your friend.”

“But I’m so comfortable here.”

And you indeed were. Laying on the couch, binge watching a new show, with chocolate right next to you, wrapped in a cozy comforter and your favorite hoodie, the hood pulled up.

But then Bucky gave you that face.

“No, no. Not the puppy dog eyes, don’t you fucking dare. Dammit.”

You tried to avoid you gaze from falling over him, but there was no way to pull away from him. Not that you really wanted to.

You had no choice but to raise and make his favorite cake, with Bucky grinning beautifully. At least he and Steve kept you company.

Vanilla (Chapter 3) - Honey Blue

AN: Guess who go really sick and busy so ended up postponing uploading this for ages? It was me! I have been uploading chapters a bit quicker on AO3 though and will probably have Chapter 4 up on both here and there within the next few days. Tell me what you think about it and what you think is going to happen because feedback is my lifeblood xx

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Another World Entirely pt6

Peter Pan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, smoochies, kinda fluff maybe idk, soul crushing beautiful-ness of Peter Pan eyyy

Word Count: 2,078

(Gif ain’t mine)

At some point I woke during the night. It was quiet and there was hardly any light coming in through the windows. My eyes eventually adjusted and i looked over at Peter. He was laying on his side with his back to me. The blanket he’d taken with him only covered his legs, leaving his toned back exposed.

As quietly as I possibly could, I shuffled to the very edge of the bed and reached over to him. 

I poked his shoulder with my index finger and withdrew my hand quicker than light. 

He stirred a little and gave a moan but didn’t wake up.

With a little giggle i rolled over and went back to sleep.


I awoke to a light snoring. I opened my eyes and took in the morning light flowing in through the windows. I was laying on my stomach with my face half under the pillow. I lifted my head and looked over the edge of the bed to see Peter in a very funny position. He was laying on his back, with one arm hugging his pillow, his mouth hanging open as he slept deeply. One of legs was propped up on the side of the bed and the blanket he had was wrapped around his other.

He shifted slightly which alerted me to the fact that my hand was hanging over the edge, my fingers entwined with his.

I was so shocked that i simply stared at our hands, dangling there. I suddenly felt anxious. My chest was tight and my stomach quivered. 

I was about to take my hand away when Peter stirred and his grip on my hand tightened. When he rolled away from me he half dragged me with him.

And this woke him up.

with a frustrated groan he lifted his head and looked around. as if not remembering he volunteered to sleep on the floor. His eyes finally fell on me and our hands.

   “Mornin’” he mumbled, and flopped back down to the ground, rolling back onto his back and closing his eyes.

   “Good morning” I said quietly.

   “Are you okay?” he said with a squeeze of my fingers.

   “Yeah,” I rested my chin on the edge of the mattress and looked at the morning sunlight hitting his cheeks, making them glow a rich gold.

   “Yo,” I said, finally after about a minute of being unwilling to tear my gaze away from his face i decided to ask. I held up our hands. “When did this happen?”

   “You don’t remember?” He opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbow. “You woke up at one point and were freaking out. I held your hand while you went back to sleep,”

   “I don’t even remember waking up,” I lied. I did wake up but I’m remembering something different. “Sorry if i disturbed you,”

   “It’s okay,” He sat up fully now, letting go of my hand to stretch.

Suddenly a loud knocking at the door startled the both of us. 

   “Peter!” Devin’s voice came through the door. “Peter! No one can find Y/N!”

With a groan Peter stood and rubbed his eyes, walking lazily to the door. I stared as the early light cast a caramel glow over his skin, his muscles rolling under it as he moved.

   “Calm down!” he shouted, snapping me out of my dazed staring and opening the door.

   “But Y/N isn’t in her hut and we can’t find her anywhere!” Devin was frantically waving his arms about. “We’ve even searched the dark wood! As best we can but-” Then he saw me. “Oh,”

His looked from me on the bed to shirtless Peter a few times then he raised his eyebrows and his mouth opened in an o shape.

   “What?” Peter asked. “Why are you looking at us like that? What do you think- ohhh… Oh!”

Realizing what he was thinking i jumped up and threw a blanket around Peter. 

  “No!” I pointed at Peter. “No it’s not what you think. He slept on the floor. Go away and tell the other boys I’m fine. Bye!’

I pushed him back and slammed the door.

   “Where is your shirt?!” I yelled at Peter.

He just stood there, wrapped in the blanket, staring blankly. 

Well blankly isn’t entirely true. It was more the look one gets when lost in thought. Daydreaming.

I snapped my fingers in front of his face.

   “Hey!” I shouted. “Teenage boy, get your mind out of your pants and get dressed!”

He comically blinked a few times before poofing over to the chest by the window and pulling out his shirt. 

The blanket I’d wrapped around him was left in a pile by the doorway so i picked it up and made the bed. retrieving his other bedding items from the floor and placing them at the foot of the bed.

   “Thanks for that,” he gestured to his now tidy bed.

   “No worries,” I hummed as i put my shoes on. “Are you ready to go?”

   “Yeah,” he smiled and held out his hand for me. I took his hand and with a familiar tingle, we were standing by the edge of camp. And every lost boy was staring at us. 

I quickly let go of Peter’s hand and walked to the nearest lost boys.

   “What?” I snapped at Curly, who was standing next to a very nervous looking Devin.

   “Nothin’,” Curly’s smirk disappeared and he scuttled away.

I turned to Devin, who once making eye contact with me, looked as if he would shit himself.

   “What did you say to Curly?” I said menacingly.

   “I just told everyone who was looking for you that i found you,” He said quickly. “They all asked where you were so I said with Pan,”

   “IF THAT’S ALL YOU SAID THEN WHY ARE THEY ALL STARING?” I shouted in his face, the boy (who is much taller than me) cowered away from me.

   “Because of what happened yesterday,” a new voice joined in.

Felix stood by the wood pile.

   “Neverland is no stranger to violence but it’s not everyday that we see a lost boy die. Let alone at the hand of one us,” he nodded to Peter. “They aren’t staring at you Y/N,”

Everything suddenly clicked and I looked from face to face. Some were watching me and my slight rampage but most were looking at Peter with either plain or slightly afraid expressions. And it really pissed me off.

   “Do they know why he did that? Have you told them what James tried to do to me?” I yelled at Felix. I looked at Peter and saw how blank his face looked. Not as if he didn’t care but as if he didn’t know how to react.

   “If I had been stronger I would have slaughtered James myself,” I spat. A few boys raised their eyebrows in surprise. “They may have been there for the after math but do they know what actually happened?”

There was a light murmuring through the boys as the exchanged looks of confusion and worry.

   “I am not anyone’s property.” I stood up straight and look out over the boys. “I may be a girl but I am a lost boy just like all of you. When James thought differently he decided to show me what he thought. Seeing me as small and weak. He was right in a sense. I am neither small nor weak but he was just bigger and stronger than me.”

The lost boys all looked shocked at what i was telling them.

   “I fought back. I did. At least I tried,” I looked down at my hands. “If it weren’t for Felix I wouldn’t be saying this. He stopped James before he could actually do anything. And if it weren’t for what Peter did I would’t feel safe here,”

Peter’s head shot up at that.

   “I’m content with what happened so you all need to do what I, the victim, did and get on with more important things,” I scanned the crowd of boys until i found Nibs. “Speaking of important things. Nibs, feed me,”


I had found some bread and then stormed off to my hut to assess the mess before tidying up.

I remembered it worse than it was. Probably because when i came back to it last night i was still in a messed up head space.

I ate my bread and tidied my room, creating a nest of sorts on the ground rather than set up my hammock again.

I was admiring my work when a knock at my door distracted me.

  “Hey,” Peter was leaning against my doorway. A sudden image of James flashed into my mind and i felt a little sick.

  “Hold on I need to get out,” I pushed my way passed Peter. “Sorry, what’s up,”

  “Are you okay?” He asked. “You seem a bit skittish,”

  “I’m fine. What did you come here for?” I brushed dust from my jeans.

He looked at me like he didn’t believe me.

  “I told you that I would start teaching you magic,” he got a sly look in his eye. “Now is when we start. C’mon,”

He grabbed my hand and with a fizz we were no longer outside my hut but on a beach I didn’t recognize. It seemed we were sanding in the mouth of a cave.

   “Where are we-” I suddenly knew where i was. “Skull Rock,”

   “Yes indeed,” he nodded. “We haven’t really spoken much about your knowledge of things but I s’pose since you would know about this place, you can come here. You do know about this place right?”

   “This place was created with your decision to stay on Neverland. It houses the giant hour-glass that counts down to when Neverland’s magic and your life will run out,” I ran through my knowledge of the small island.

   “You have no idea how unnerving that is,” he looked at me with raised eyebrows.

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   “I would assume that having a physical reminder of your impending demise would be,” I took a step forward and examined the cave mouth.

   “No, I mean- Well yes that is unnerving but i was speaking about how detailed your knowledge is. I haven’t told anyone that,” He sat down on one of the steps leading up into the skull.

   “Oh,” I have no idea what to say to that. Should I talk to him about his past? “Do you think about your time before Neverland at all?”

I saw him tense a little.

   “Not very often. I haven’t forgotten anything like the lost boys tend to do. But the memories I have aren’t fond,” his voice was plain and monotonous.

   “Sorry to bring it up,” I stood in front of him and offered him my hand to help him stand from the low step. “Lets get to the magic lesson,” I said with smile.

   “Right,” He took my hand and I pulled him up. “First lesson: 
Imagination. I’ve noticed you don’t use the imagination power of the island. So I want you to imagine something and summon it up in your hand,”

   “Anything?” I looked at him sideways.

   “Anything.” he stepped back and crossed his arms as he watched me contemplate what to think up.

I held my hand out in front of myself and thought of something, anything I wanted but didn’t have.

I found the thing I desired in my mind and tried to picture it in as much detail as I possibly could. 

   “I can see that you’re thinking too hard,” Peter’s voice interrupted my focus. “You’ve got a dimple in your forehead from frowning,”

   “You broke my concentration I nearly had it!” I whined at him.

   “You aren’t meant to concentrate. It’s your imagination. Simply wish it into existence,” He smirked at me as I poked out my tongue in defiance.

I held out my hand again and closed my eyes thought of my item. I wished for it wordlessly and i began to feel a slight tingle on the palm of my hand. I suddenly felt a weight in my hand and snapped my eyes open. 

   “What’s that?” Peter asked.

   “A Polaroid Camera…” I hummed to myself. Then the realization hit me that I’d actually done it. “I DID IT!”

I jumped up and down. dropping my camera on the beach and throwing my arms around Peter. He caught me as I was mid jump and he stumbled back a bit. 

And then he kissed me.

Today I had a flash back of the best run to this date, which happened to be an interval workout that I did in the suburbs in Cape Coral, Florida.

Mid-summer Southwest Florida heat and a mid-summer Southwest Florida thunderstorm.

It started off calm but dark skies loomed close and I knew I didn’t have much time but I set out anyway.

I felt so light on my warm up even though I felt a weight of fear with each crack of thunder sounding quicker and quicker with each step.

My first interval was fast, maybe too fast but I was in flight now, anxious. And not thirty seconds before the next interval it started. Rain and wind like nothing I had ever experienced was battering my skin. Lashing at my face. Forcing my eyes shut. Creating lakes in my trainers. But I did not stop.

Soon, the storm that was raging around me was inside of me. I felt invincible. I felt strong. I no longer felt scared. I was running, in the eye of a god damn lightening storm, fearless.

Three more intervals down and the rain began to let up. The lightening faded into pink and orange skies. And the thunder was no more.

As I finished my cool down the storm was mere sprinkles, but my soul was still churning. I stopped and looked up at the sky that had produced such madness, such chaos and I cried.

Nature knew I belonged there, in the eye of that storm, that I was a force to be felt, that I too could be strong and wild and beautiful.

Holistic Groupchat
  • Dirk: always flooding the chat with unnecessary memes, even though he doesn't necessarily *get* all of them. He uses wayyy too many emojis to the point that his messages are almost illegible. He's the most active and is always the first to reply.
  • Farah: the silent one, the lurker. She's almost always too self conscious to reply to anyone's messages except to give tactical advice every once in a while.
  • Todd: only really there to reign in Dirk, just like in real life. He's the only one who can eventually get Dirk to stop sending them pointless memes and actually talk about the case.
  • Amanda: the most talkative person next to Dirk, but she types way quicker than anyone else in the chat. They call her the 'fastest fingers in the west'. Always sends her messages all broken up into multiple bubbles.

i was like, halfway happy with the last steven bomb because i thought maybe the show was gonna start getting better but its just getting worse. i guess i’m getting to old for it but theres no quicker way to get me to be critical of a show than to shove multiple meta episodes about being nicer and not critical in every few episodes :^/

anonymous asked:

I don't want to start a thing, but I truly feel like blake has just blossomed, broke out of his cocoon just like gwen. He just looks like he's radiating happiness all the time too. I have to wonder if ML ever see stuff, even if she tries to avoid it, it's everywhere, esp the promo for the voice. I wonder if she sees it too and wonders what she lost. Hopefully shes glad to see him so happy but it must be bittersweet. Don't think I would EVER get over losing him.

I love your words “radiating happiness”! So true. 

I had been thinking the same thing about him. The smiles and laughs come quicker and more often!

I think how wonderful it is even on the interview circuit Gwen has great relationships with Jimmy F, Jimmy K, Ellen, Chelsea, Seth like he does. They can talk about that.

Gwen understands what a good friend Adam is to Blake and she is friends with him too.

He had a lonely life in LA for 4 years. Now he has a partner that shares the love for The Voice. Has the same friends in LA and understands the industry in LA

He now has a whole family in LA. He has a family that he can buy slide boats for in OK.

I hope for ML sake is putting her time and energy in her relationship with Andersen.

That being said, Blake seems even hotter with Gwen.

I’m rather pleased with it too, and hope to keep it up!

Although - minor announcement - I might start splitting some chapters across two days soon, as 4-5 hour blogging sessions get a little exhausting towards the end. However, since I already make sure to take some days off for that exact reason, it shouldn’t change the pace that much. In fact, it’ll probably make the pace a tiny bit quicker, as I’ll more often be up for a two hour session than a four hour.

Nanokin - Old VS New

Greetings everybody!

Kept you waiting, huh?

Fortunately, we didn’t arrive empty handed! This week we want to talk to you about the state of Nanokin and how it’s evolved over the last year or so of development. While we aren’t keen to show a lot yet, let’s take a look back on the characters in their initial iteration, and in their final, current iterations.

Nas old: 

Nas new:

Jatz old:

Jatz new:

Serio old:

Serio new:

As you can see, we initially built the game upon the premise that everything would be isometric, fitting to a smaller resolution. This allowed us to create smaller sprites in a quicker manner for prototyping the game via Game Maker Studio, furthermore it made for quick, easy creation of sprites in a timely fashion.

Things have definitely changed since then! As our hopes and dreams for this game increased in scope, so did the resolution and the care and craft that’s being put into each and every character. While the information regarding all those juicy details is being reserved for a later post, we can say that Game Maker Studio has been abandoned in favor of creating the game in Unity. Gone are the 2-directional isometric sprites of 2016, and here to stay are the 8-directional sprites of 2017!

We’re extremely excited to take this new step forward, and while it’s been in the making for a while the gears are officially turning and Nanokin is making tremendous strides. We’ve also settled on a final style for the game’s music, and at least 90% of how the game will be playing on both the overworld, and in battle.

Keep your peepers glued, because we have even more to share in the following weeks!

Until next time Nano-keepers!

There is nothing outside of yourself that can ever enable you to get better, stronger, richer, quicker, or smarter. Everything is within. Everything exists. Seek nothing outside of yourself.
—  Miyamoto Musashi | The Book of Five Rings
Desire || Closed

;; Damien & Honey

♫ Desire { ♪ Baby, I wanna fuck you
I WANNA FEEL YOU IN MY BONES
I’m hungry, I hope you feed me,
how do you want me, how do you want me? ♪}

♪ SHE didn’t looked weary like many other dancers in the club that she kept up her appearances on stage and never dropped the act. The club was open seven days a week and the girls seldom had days off. In fact, Honey had been working every night since she first started and spent much of the time when the club was closed looking into other aspects that might help complete the mission a little quicker. She hadn’t much down time at all, she trained during the day and at night she spent nearly 6 hours in the club, and neither had he for that matter, considering he spent much of the day sleeping and at night, explored the city and all its dangerous nooks and crannies full of illegal trade operators and runners of the black market, all in hope that some wouldn’t surface where the missing girl had gone. Now with her new job she could live and could get some food for another weeks. Dressed in Cowgirl-style, she was every man’s wet dream, her hair, usually cascading down her back, was pulled up loosely on the top of her head, tendrils falling down, to expose her muscular back to every man’s ogling eyes. Bodies moved close together, the owner from the club watched her, his eyes remained fixated on Honey’s form. She looked as deadly dancing as she did when fighting, only a different kind of dangerous, an erotic threat. Like anything Honey did, she did it with expert perfection and precision, with a purpose.

♫♪ ROCKING back on her heels, uncurling her long legs, turning on the balls of her feet, moving with soft delicate steps, hips swaying sensuously as her mane laid to the curve of her back, the firelight made her hair shine like stars in the night. Toes curling as she felt the sand beneath her feet, moving to the smooth pole in the center of the pit. Trembling slender hands rose slowly, crossing at the wrists as they lift high over her head, muscles rippling and stretching taut as she arched, her right foot pointing as she stills, body a picture of beauty in the flickering firelight. Her head tilted as she listen to her first song of Meg Myers - Desire - a smile curled her full pouty lips as she heard the lonely sound of the lyrics. Her hips slowly began to sway and arch in time with the music, her mane brushed delicately to the swell of her firm round ass as it twitched teasingly. Her hands lowered gentle to reach out, caressing the pole before her, a moan escaped her full parted lips, delicate fingers glid over the pole, moving with loving gentleness as if they would caress a chest, her eyes dark with her wanton lust glimmered at the lights of the club.

NOW her head began to bob with the movement of her shoulders, her hips, and her fingers, her ebony mane caressed her firm ass and thighs as it swayed with her movement. The movement appeared to descend her arms as her hands part, keeping her arms extended above her head. Her movement of her hips became more urgent AS if they were being controlled by a man’s strong thrust. Gracefully slowly, she dropped her arms as if they were light as wings to shoulder level, her hips now began to sway from side to side, her breast bounced with each roll of her hips as her belly rippled as she hold it tightly, and still she hasn’t moved from the spot she had planted herself, arching her back once more as her hips thrusted out as if seeking a touch. Suddenly she lifted the pointed foot to the man’s chest and pushed him backwards into his seat, she turned around, sending her midnight tresses whipping around her body — turning around once again, she stopped, facing the man at the table and gave him her sweetest smile, while only her hips moved slowly to the song, her eyes never left his, drowning in that endless deep.…. She dropped her gaze, staring at the ground. She felt that she would be consumed from within, by that strange fire, by the way her world had contracted, expanded, and fallen in upon herself, by the treachery of his dark heart. Crystal clear this man wasn’t just a visitor in the bar, in the VIP Lounge, he seemed to be specially. Maybe he already knew her, but she couldn’t remember…All that mattered to her was just how to survive. And she’d give her best.

So these sorta things tend to go around a lot quicker than a promo, but I’m back after 3 years of anxiety, so please like // reblog this if you would like to interact with a Natsu Dragneel from the Fairy Tail series. Penned by Lukas