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A request to quick sketch any Hetalia character traditionally. I decided to choose Prussia. (^w^)

I didn’t speed it up anymore since it’s already short 


AU MEME:   Damon and Alison as friends & partners in crime 
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Damon finds an online website offering help in getting revenge, and determined to hurt Katherine as she hurt him, reaches out. There he meets Alison DiLaurentis, someone as hell bent on revenge and ‘justice’ as him. They soon become friends, working together to get even with all their enemies. 

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Acting - Erik Durm

“And this here’s my fancy schmancy trailer,” I joked, leading Erik into the space where I usually got my hair and make-up done.

“Ooooh,” he cooed, “I’m impressed.” He took a seat on the leather couch and settled in comfortably. “Yep,” he began, “I could definitely be an actor,” he nodded. I scoffed and sat on his lap.

“Mmmm, I don’t think so,” I laughed, “you can’t even pretend to like my cooking,” I reminded him.

“What?” he asked in his signature high pitched lying voice, “I love your cooking.” I burst into giggles and smacked him playfully. 

“Yeah, yeah, lest we not forget the great turkey disaster of 2012,” I whimpered. He grimaced and sucked his teeth.

“Yeah,” he sighed, “its ok babe, I like take-out.”   

“Y/N,” one of the producers yelled from outside. “We’re ready when you are,” he said. I quickly hopped off of Erik and pulled him to his feet.

“Come on, you can finally see me in action,” I winked, guiding him out of the trailer and on set.

The scene was set in a crappy apartment where my newlywed character and her husband, Ryan, were arguing over paying bills. They were a young couple, high school sweethearts in their very first home. Ryan was upset because his wife was making more money than he was. The wife was trying to explain that he was being unreasonable and being just married, they needed money, desperately. Bills were racking up and they were still feeling the toll of the wedding. I paced back and forth across the set and could see Erik watching intently out of the corner of my eye.

“It doesn’t matter who is making the money,” I sighed, “we just need the money.” I leaned back against the kitchen island with my arms folded across my chest.

“It is about who makes it,” Ryan retorted, “I’m supposed to be providing for you. It’s my job to take care of you.”

“You do take care of me,” I shouted. “You kill spiders, and carry me to bed from the couch, and build bookshelves, and God knows I can’t cook. I don’t need designer bags and shoes and cars, baby. I just need you,” I pleaded. Ryan walked near me and ran his calloused hands across my shoulders.

“But I want to be the man who can give you those things,” he mumbled. I shook my head and looked up at him.

“I only need you to be the man that can give me this,” I whispered, pulling his face toward mine and enveloping him in a deep, heated kiss. His hands dropped to my hips and he scooped me up, still holding me against the wall.

“And, cut!” the director yelled from across the room. “Ryan” swiftly dropped me back to my feet before high-fiving me.

“That was definitely Oscar worthy,” he joked.

“Perfect take, guys. Let’s take a break and we’ll pick up where you left off,” our director instructed. I walked over to Erik as he sat in my make-up chair.

“What’d ya think?” I questioned giddily, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Be careful of your answer if you want to be my date to any awards shows,” I teased.

“It was good,” he answered nonchalantly. I raised my eyebrows and pouted.

“Just good?” I asked.

“Very good,” he replied flatly. I tilted my head to the side, but then I realized what was causing his sour mood.

“Is someone a little jealooooous?” I sang amusedly. He half-heartedly scoffed and shook his head no, but as usual, his façade was transparent.

“Honey, there is absolutely no reason to be jealous. It’s acting, pretending. That kiss was nothing,” I explained, trying to comfort him.

“It didn’t really look like nothing,” he muttered under his breath.

“That’s just because I’m a really good actress,” I joked, trying to ease the tension. His face was still stone cold.

“Erik,” I huffed, grabbing his face in my hands. “This is my job. Sometimes, my character has to kiss other characters. That is part of my job. You don’t have to like it, but you have to accept it. I promise you, its acting. Pretend. Imagination. You are the only thing that’s real.”

He sighed and nodded slowly. “I know. It’s not that I don’t trust you or anything like that. It’s just difficult to watch your girlfriend call another man ‘baby,’ and kiss him.” I could see in his eyes a flicker of sadness.

“You’re not paying close enough attention,” I said. “I don’t kiss anyone the way I kiss you. And I don’t say baby the same way I say it to you. And there’s a very special little thing that I don’t do with anyone but you,” I smirked.

“And what would that be?” he asked, biting his lip.

“Mmmm, why don’t you go home and wait for me to show you,” I suggested. He laughed and sighed.

“Probably a good idea,” he admitted. Erik rose from the chair and planted his lips on my forehead just as the actor who played Ryan walked by.

“Whoa,” he exclaimed, “can I get a picture? I love you, man.” Erik shot him a dirty look, then smirked before unexpectedly crashing his lips onto mine and hungrily kissing me for what seemed like an eternity. He finally pulled away leaving me breathless and stumbling.

“Sure, man,” Erik finally answered, “just had to say bye to my baby first.”

zola-no-kanojou asked:

28 Fem-Lavellan and Sera?

"Good one Lavellan, as if!” Sera snorted, playfully punching Lavellan in the shoulder.

Lavellan frowned and awkwardly looked down at her feet, dangling over the edge of the rooftop they perched on. She opened her mouth to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.

“Wait. No friggin’ way? Are you..?”

“I’m serious, Sera.”

“Shit. For real? As in all lovey-dovey, poofy white dress, kissy-kissy, flowers and all that?”

“Well not exactly,” Lavellan smiled, the idea of a traditional wedding didn’t exactly fit either of them- at all.

There was a long pause.

Lavellan gathered her courage and decided to do it properly. She swung her legs back onto the roof, got down on one knee and reached for the ring in her pocket. With a deep breath she blurted it out once more, this time looking her lover in the eyes.

“Sera… marry me?”

Another pause. Lavellan held her breath, desperately hoping she hadn’t done the wrong thing. Sera sat, speechless, blinking back at her girlfriend in stunned silence.

“Of course I will you friggin’ idiot!” Sera finally replied, promptly jumping on top of Lavellan, swinging her arms around her shoulders and planting a kiss on her nose.

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The rain fell in thick sheets. Wave after wave it splattered against the road heavily, kicking up the soothing smell of the dry earth being quenched. Leaning over the store counter, Rise watched the scene with muted interest, her smokey brown eyes reflecting a murky tone to match their surroundings. Her grandmother was beginning to wrap all of the tofu for the day, making her slow and steady way into the back room to retire. The high schooler rose to flip the sign on the door, and paused, peering into the face of a ink black cat. 

In a matter of seconds it dashed away into the downpour, like a ghost, here one minute and gone the next. She tried to follow it with her eyes, standing on her toes to see over the advertisements stuck here and there on the window. A wave of empathy came over her, her hand grabbing the floral umbrella from the front door and leaving the shop with a shout back and a jingle of bells. 

Hurrying along the main road, she followed in the general direction of the cat and paused at the split, glancing around as water slid freely over her head and around her feet. Had she lost it? The poor thing was probably frightened and wet— maybe hungry too. Just then, a shadow moved off to her right, into the narrow side street between some old shops. She took off after it, unsure of what she had even seen. Her breath came in white steam manifesting about her face, lungs feeling the sting of the cold and her boots made a rhythmic splash in the water coating the street. She turned to corner quickly and ran right into something.

 ❝—Oof!❞The air effectively pushed out of her, she tumbled back onto her butt, umbrella coming loose from her hands. She was already forming an apology before she looked up. 

The man before her was dressed entirely in black, with a thick collar and a stiff looking hat. His pallor was a milky consistency, contrasting harshly with every other part of him. She could’ve thought he was a ghost, had she not blundered into him. He didn’t look extremely old, but an air of maturity hovered about him. The words had snagged in her throat, mouth hanging open uselessly for a few moments before averting her stare.  

❝I’m super sorry,❞She managed at last, attempting to gather herself up.  ❝I was…  I don’t know what I was doing. Looking for something. Guess it doesn’t really matter.❞She forced a slightly awkward laugh, at herself more than anything.

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Congratulations, Mr. Fitts. You are now in Division Two and will begin your new classes on Tuesday. Please check your new schedule here and remember that you may leave campus on Saturdays during the designated time.