all these graphics made me want to do my own ok

Hello graphic makers!! You’re probably aware that there is a huge problem on tumblr with whitewashing. Or maybe you’re not. As a predominantly disney-based blogger, the whitewashing I personally see are from the disney fandom, so I’m going to use screencaps from those movies to show you several quick techniques so you’ll see just how easy it is to have your pretty bright and pastel colour palettes and not whitewash characters of colour.

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Be a d*ck to your freelancer? I'll have your job.

(warning: long story)


This happened about 3 years ago. I was still in college for digital marketing (like advertising and graphic design). Since I had no time to work even a part time job, I would do some freelance graphic design in the little time I had. Mainly in the later hours of the night, I would still answer emails during the day though. It was good money, a couple hundred here and there, but it wasn’t enough. The company that ran the cafeteria in my school went through bankruptcy and I was taken off our 21-meals-a-week plan. I had to resort to putting (very) small ads in the newspaper and started looking for more jobs online rather than posting a listing on Craigslist as I previously had. I got a few good jobs, everything seemed great at this point.

Then the fatal night happened. I received an email at about 10:45 at night. It was mid-week so it was a bit odd for someone to be emailing me this late, especially since I had school the next day and they probably had work. Right off the bat I had a sketchy feeling about this, as the subject was “I need an ad made” and the message was “Ok?”. As per usual, I respond right away asking for more details. He said he had ran a custom shower company and he wants me to Photoshop a picture, add text and then format it for billboard printing.

He sends me the image and it’s a “custom” shower with two shower heads that are on. He wants me to remove one of the heads. I tell him that it will be difficult due to the fact the streams are crossing. He replies with “So? Just f*cking do it.” I finish the ad for him and I’m about to watermark it so I can send him a final copy then request payment. Then I realize that it’s already f*cking watermarked, faintly in the corner by another shower company, and it doesn’t match his. This douchebag motherf*cker stole a picture from another local company.

I tell him that I won’t do the ad because he’s using a copyrighted picture, and that I can replace it and keep the text. He “rages” and claims that he took the photo with his phone earlier that week. At this point I have better things to be doing, so I block his emails, as they were getting to be harassment.

Fast forward two weeks.

I get a call from an unknown number saying that I f*cked up and that he just paid another designer “big bucks” for the same job. These calls continue over the next week and I just start ignoring them.

Here’s where something magical happens. He starts texting me, but it’s with his actual f*cking number. I think he tried to *67 me, but it doesn’t work through texting. This will come back to bite him in the ass when we get to the revenge part.

Here’s where the revenge comes in:

After the semester ends, I decide to drive around 2 hours to visit my parents for the week I have between the semesters. While I’m driving on the freeway I see something familiar. It’s the photo the guy wanted me to make into an ad for him on a billboard. Then I realize that the ad on the billboard is for HIS F*CKING COMPANY, although he clearly didn’t hire another designer. It looks as if he made it in MSPaint. I get off at the next exit so I can get a few pictures and write down the location.

When I get back from my parents’ house, I immediately start up my computer and try to get into contact with the company who owns the photo. I send them the pictures and location along with his emails. They thank me and I happily go to bed.

Fast forward a month.

I get a call on a Saturday morning saying that the company who owns the photo needed me to come in to their offices to discuss a few things. Turns out that they ended up filing a lawsuit over the copyright issue as he still claimed it to be his photo.

The judge told me while I was in court (as a witness) that I would be able to file for harassment and get a restraining order. Normally I wouldn’t care, but the harassment would go on his record.

Because of all the legal fees, his company went under. I later found out that he tried to start up another company of similar sorts but he would have to tell his employees of his harassment charge. That company went under as well because he couldn’t find anyone to work for him.

Get f*cked.

Angel in the Darkness (M)

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au 

Word Count: 5,468

A/N: This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

Your mother told you that there was a purpose for what everyone does. That there is always a reason for someone’s actions; whether it was bad or good. If it was a good action, the individual has learned the most rewarding path to handle situations; regardless if it was easy or not. If it was a bad action, the person could reflect on it, and with guidance, they will learn the right way toward dealing with obstacles. And to this day, that is how you viewed life. If you handled something well, you would be rewarded in the future, if you handled it poorly, you would need to reflect on why you did such a thing, till you find the right path. With these beliefs, you always wanted to find the ‘purpose’ of an individual’s actions, and help them find the right way. So that’s how you ended up working at a rehab centre; helping mentally to find the root cause of someone’s poor actions, and leading them to a better future.

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Why Reviews Matter

This is an issue I’ve been wanting to discuss for a while, but with Gruvia week fast approaching, I thought now would be a good time to finally broach this subject. Mind you, this is hardly a new, or unaddressed issue. This has been brought up on Tumblr many a time, and in many a fandom. But I wanted to address it again, because it is so important.

*Also, because I know many people don’t like to read long blocks of text, I have included random pics of Gruvia with even more random comments to keep people entertained. Enjoy!*

Since my time in the Gruvia fandom, I have always made it a point to participate in Gruvia Week, and likewise, I have always regretted it.

Why? Because the amount of effort/time put into writing fics for Gruvia Week was never worth the amount of feedback/acknowledgement I received in return for my efforts. I don’t like begging for reviews. In fact, when I first entered the FT fandom, and started writing Gruvia fics, I would NEVER ask for reviews. I figured, if people wanted to review, they would. But over the past couple of years, I started asking for them. You know why? Because the amount of written feedback compared to the amount of notes/favs(if we’re talking about fan fiction DOT net) I received on fics was wildly imbalanced.

Was it just me, or was the anime filler unison raid more magically impressive than the official one?

And have I gotten more reviews since I started requesting them. Not at all. Quite the contrary, in fact. Part of that is the FT fandom has shrunk, but another part of it is the *type* of stories I usually put out. I like writing one-shots. I find it more enjoyable to just get a completed story out there all at once. I don’t really have the patience or dedication anymore to keep up a multi-chapter fic. But multi-chapters DO often get more reviews. Why? Because those reading want to encourage the writer to continue the story. And that’s great. That’s how it should be. BUT, that’s how it should be for completed fics, too. And yet, it’s not.

Because I am giving my readers an already completed story, there is no incentive to review. Which from a writer’s perspective, is so discouraging. For a writer, putting out an ending to a story (and mind you, many of my one-shots are 6,000-10,000 words long, so definitely not SHORT) is when they need feedback the most. They want to know whether it was liked or not. That’s the most important time to review. But so many people don’t, because what’s in it for them? They already received everything you were giving out.

Do you see how horrible that is, though? Someone took the time (some fiction takes hours, days and even weeks and months) to write and share a whole story for free, and the least a reader can do, “the review,” is not worth most people’s time. But if that’s the case, then why should I, the writer, waste my time putting out a story in the first place? Liking or faving a story isn’t enough. We want to know what you liked (or even didn’t like) about it. That’s how we improve. We thrive on feedback.

I imagine they might say these kinds of things in bed together, too.

So, yes, as far as one-shots go, why should you leave a review? The story is complete. You don’t need to ask for another chapter to see how it ends. I’ll tell you why. Because while you received a story this time, there’s no guarantee there will be another one in the future. And I know I’m not the only writer or artist who feels like this.

And yes, writing should not be all about the reviews. You should absolute write for yourself above and beyond anything else. And I DO. However, the story is already in my head. I’m already enjoying it. I don’t really need to write it down. I do that more for others rather than myself. And yet the lack of appreciation for this kills my motivation to write anything else.

And all writers KNOW people are reading but not reviewing. The amount of traffic, favs or notes my stories receive in comparison to the amount of reviews are not even close to matching up. If you enjoyed a story enough to fav, follow, like or reblog, then please think about also leaving a comment. No one is asking you to match their story with a novel of your own in a review, but sometimes even a few short words are so appreciated by writers and artists.


If you don’t acknowledge your artists and writers, your fandom dries up. People leave or move on. People stop making gifs, writing, drawing, etc.. If your fandom dries up, then content for the things you love also dries up. Is that really ok? Not only that, but imagine writers and artists who are new to fandom, and new to art and writing in general. Imagine how hard it is for them? You could make the difference between someone giving up and never reaching their full potential, or your review inspiring them to improve to the point that they one day become a famous author or artist. Never think your review doesn’t matter. IT DOES.

Now, back to the topic of Gruvia Week itself. I think the lack of feedback during Gruvia Week especially is a combination of things. Firstly, there’s a lot of content (which is very good! That’s what everyone wants for Gruvia Week, but…). That also means a lot of competition. Things move faster in the tags than normal, things get pushed down, and the sensory overload kicks in, so fics and/or art that would usually receive tons of notes or more feedback on a normal day, just don’t receive as much appreciation during Gruvia Week.

Secondly, there’s the “one-shot” effect I already explained above. People know that no matter what, most users who are participating in Gruvia Week are likely going to post all the content they already prepared. So, you’re going to get “the product” regardless of what you as a reader or spectator do. So, there’s no incentive to encourage the artist or writer, as you will receive that content regardless.

Did Juvia give Gray that butterfly t-shirt? And what did Gray want to tell Juvia before he got made into swiss cheese by the dragon spawns? The mysteries of the GMG forever unsolved.

Now, I’m not saying Gruvia Week is bad for all artists or writers. I actually think for artists and writers just starting out, it’s a GREAT thing. Being reblogged by the Gruvia Week tumblr, which surely has a massive following, helps your art/writing reach more people than it usually would.  

So, I’m not trying to discourage people to participate at all. On the contrary, I’m trying to ENCOURAGE people who read fics or like seeing art/graphics/etc, to ALSO participate. If you can’t draw, or can’t write, but you enjoy it when other people do, LET THEM KNOW. No one wants a dead pairing week, and not providing feedback is the fastest way to kill future ship weeks.

The reason I kept participating every year, for the last three years, was because I hoped things would be better this time. They never were. If anything, if got worse year after year. I’m not saying everything I write is a masterpiece, and I should be showered with a constant stream of praise. But as I explained at the start, the amount of notes and favs do not add up with the amount of actual reviews/feedback received.

This is the most manga time conscious Gray and Juvia have had together in the last six months *cries*

I know some people can be shy. I know some people just like to lurk. But please think of the person creating the content that you just enjoyed. Yes, they drew art this week, or wrote a fic this year, so you already received your reward. But what is the artist’s reward? What are they getting out of it, and what is their incentive to write another story, draw more art, make another graphic, or video? You are not giving them a reason to. And that is exactly why so many people quit drawing, writing, or contributing to fandom all together. So, please don’t let that happen. Please make this Gruvia Week different.

Gray: We are so attractive. 

Juvia: We really are, Gray-sama. I hope people read this whole thing and didn’t just look at our gorgeous faces. 

Gray: I can’t blame them if they did just that. We are fabulous. 

On the complexity of words in our racialized and colonialized world, and my own liminality...

TW: Discussion of the term “g*psy,” which I know may be a triggering word to some of my American followers in particular. I’ve done my best to tag this. Let me know if I’ve left something out.

So I need to talk about this. I really don’t want to because I feel like I’m going to be attacked for doing so. But this is my life in a super literal way, and I am taking time to process all this, with my cultural background, and my personal history, and my non-belonginess, and all the other super heavy baggage I have, and my society has, with this word and this way of life.

I’ve seen the occasional post on here talking about the culture on Tumblr of sometimes oversimplifying their activism and not understanding the full breadth of certain issues, and I’m kicking myself for it even as I type, but… today I’d like to address the international complexity of the term “gypsy.” Specifically, its use in the UK.

(Oh god, what am I doing sticking my foot in this hornet’s nest…)

All I ask is that you really just read this before you rip my head off, yeah? Please. I need to talk about this.

That word does not mean the same thing here that it means in the US, where I come from.

In America, it’s a pretty negative word to a lot of people of any degree of social consciousness. In America, that word is associated almost exclusively with the Romani people, an extremely marginalized group of POC who’ve been subject to every type of violence in existence, up to and including genocide. It is almost always used as either a slur, or an ignorantly appropriative capitalist tool. They’re the only well-known group of nomadic people Americans are familiar with in relatively modern times (since most nomadic Natives were killed or had their seasonal routes cut off long ago), and naturally, it has therefore remained a very racialized term in America. As a general rule, all nomadic peoples known to Americans are POC who have suffered genocide, sometimes to the point of extinction.

It’s fucking heavy. And that is what my brain still emotionally understands, when I hear that word. I’ve felt, and feel, that ickiness listening to someone use that word carelessly, or as if it were a trendy aesthetic™. This post is hard to write, because I have to use it.

So, Americans, I get this. ‘K? Me too. And Brits, if you’ve ever wondered why this strikes such a chord with Americans, that’s why, and this might be some handy knowledge for you to have when traveling to the US: “gypsy” is not a nice word in the US, and “Traveller” isn’t a term most Americans will recognize. We don’t have any legislation protecting Traveller rights, the way you do (inadequate as they may be). If you want to refer to the Romani, use Romani. If you want to refer to Travellers as a diverse group, use “nomadic people.”

But now I live in the UK. In the UK, “gypsy” is a government-official term, and people refer to themselves and others by this term routinely. And most confusingly, to my American sensibilities, it has little to do with your ethnicity. Even ethnic gypsies are most frequently white British, in the UK (the UK has its own native nomadic populations, especially from Ireland and Scotland). But there are also non-ethnic gypsies. It’s a term that refers more to your mode of living than to your race.

My gypsy neighbors are Irish, English, and Romani. The Irish Travellers and Romani obviously have an ethnic history of nomadism. But the ethnically English do not. He’s a Traveller, legally speaking, and part of larger gypsy society. And here, that is legally and culturally legitimate. He isn’t considered an ethnic minority, the way ethnic Travellers are, but culturally has a home under both terms.

There are other slurs in the UK for Travellers, of course. And there are also people who talk about them in a racist way (*cough* Tories *cough*). If I were to draw a comparison to American linguistics, “gypsy” in the UK is much like “queer” in America. It is simultaneously a neutral and inclusive word, and a word which is often found in the mouth of bigots. It has a complex history that has both highs and lows.

I still prefer to use Traveller, because I’m American and “gypsy” leaves a weird taste in my mouth. But that only works in writing, where it is capitalized. In speech, that term could just as easily mean kids on a gap year, and it isn’t useful for specifying nomadic people. So in speech… the word everyone uses is “gypsy.” This word which gives me the willies is now a normal part of my life. It is hard for me to get used to that. But also, apprehensively positive. What a wonderful community this is. It isn’t any stupid stereotypes. I mean, the dude a couple caravans down from me is a graphic designer. It’s just a really solid community of people who are just… really wonderful.

So… this is a major part of my existence right now. Please remember that Tumblr is an international community. Not everyone you see using that word is a racist throwing out a slur. Some of them aren’t even referring to the Romani. If they’re British, they’re probably more likely to be referring to the Irish, or to people of diverse or unknown ethnic backgrounds.

It may also be something I start talking about more often, because this is now my life. I live on wheels, in a mostly Traveller community. Legally, I’m a “New Traveller” (and the idea of referring to myself that way sends off a degree of appropriative heebjeebies that’s just unbelievable, but that is the fact of the matter). That is, I would be if anyone knew I was here. But the way these things are interacting for me, and how simultaneously uncomfortable and necessary it is to learn about them given my cultural background, means that it is something that is likely to come up. Something I will need to talk about. A consuming part of my life at the moment.

These people have taken me in, in a very real way that pretty much makes me cry when I think about it. They’ve fed me, and kept me warm, and helped me keep this hell shed from tipping over. They’ve gifted me things for my craft – the part of my life this blog is about. I don’t want to avoid talking about them as they talk about themselves, or understanding the way my self-perception is changing as this is happening, for fear I’ll be mistaken for an asshole. It feels like hiding who they proudly are, because the culture I come from has a different history than they do. I don’t live in that culture anymore, and probably never will again. I need to find some way of reconciling the dissonance with the way my life is now.

I don’t think any of this takes away from the complexity of that term. And to all you goddamn Nazis, don’t you dare take this as a reason why it’s ok to fucking harass the Romani, or I swear I will hex the shit out of you. And since the UK tends to follow American trends, I wouldn’t be surprised if that term eventually goes out of vogue.

But today, it is a very different word from its American counterpart, which is essential for me to fully understand in the context of both my own life, and my experience of adopting my new culture as an immigrant. And I want people to understand where I and other people in Britain are coming from when we talk about it. And I feel a need to be understood in my own life right now.

So… This was probably unwise. I’ll take my blows I guess. I’m just reaching into the dark and hoping I’ll find some understanding. This is very much part of what kind of witch I’m becoming, and more broadly, what kind of human I’m becoming.

When the Cock Crows

Originally posted by whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname

A/N: This is pure silly fun. Basically it’s the kind of trash conversations my ass blesses subjects my friends to. Seriously though, it’s a result of a post from @impala-dreamer, I yelled at her for it and then she was a terrible influence and encouraged these shenanigans by talking to me about it (oh yeah she beta’d it too because she’s an angel). I hope you guys like it!

Warnings: So many swears…l mean cock is in the title ffs…also we’ll call it smut adjacent (nothing graphic it’s just on the road to bang town) Gratuitous use of a Sam gif for no other reason than chest hair.

Words: 2,060 (I’m not even sorry)


“Did anyone catch what she said before the…the uh poof?”

“I got nothin’ Sammy. Y/N?”


“It’s…I’m fine. Just knocked the wind outta me. Babe, I’m ok really.”

“Ok well maybe she didn’t do anything? Maybe she just said stuff for the poof.”

“Sure Dean. Because stuff like that always happens to us. She was looking at us, Y/N was behind her so most likely if any of us are cursed it’ll be either me or you.”

Sam wasn’t looking at Dean while he spoke. He was checking you over to see if you were hurt. It was sweet. Sweet, and so annoying.

“Hey I’m fine. Let’s just get back motel and figure out our next move.”

“She’s right, Dean you want to pull the car up and I’ll help Y/N out?”

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Better as Three Part 3 (M)



Part 1  Part 2

Characters:  Mark Tuan (GOT7) x You (OC/Reader) x Im Jaebum (JB, GOT7)

Genre:  Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, AU

Length:     4,887 words

Plot:  After Jaebum comes back from a sudden out of the country business trip, the two of you finally reconcile and his desire to make it up to you reached a whole new level.

Warning/s:  Poly!Markbum, Polyamorous relationship, Slight car sex, Blowjob, Deep throating, Mild spanking, Slightly dom!JB, Slight begging, etc.

A/N:  Third part; another het smut with the reader’s other boyfriend hahaha how lucky is this girl lmao.  And again this is very detailed and graphic so please read at your own risk!  I tried making this to full-on dom!jb… but I failed hahaha!  I hope you enjoy!!!


You will finally be out of work and you are more than excited to go home tonight.

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Drug Wars (Pt. 2)

mafia!Jungkook x Reader

“She’s a babygirl Yoongi, and I think I’m in love with her.”

Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs, graphic descriptions of everything,so please don’t read if you’re easily triggered and please don’t do drugs.

A/N: None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners. There are mistakes, I’ll reread it later. Enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 | The Real Drug War

University was finally over and this was the last gathering you had to attend – your friend was celebrating his birthday at a downtown club and the two hours you spent there were already too much. It was almost impossible to breathe in there, one guy kept following you the entire night and the cocktail you were drinking was making you sick.

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Shy- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by tjgoalshie

Ok so that was NOT how I wanted game one to go, but it’s the Pens. Why guard Sid? Not necessary Caps… Oh wait… Anyway enough of me! Enjoy!

Warning: mentions of alcohol

Anon Request: Love ur writing! Can you write a Andre burakovsky one where you meet his team and you’re kinda shy? Thanks! Lots of love<3


              You sat in the corner, smiling silently.

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I am so excited!!! This little book (well, 264 pages) has been about 9 months in the making, and it’s finally done. Good grief.

Basically, many of my friends at my undergrad university did Creative Writing with me, and for our final project we had to write a 6k word short story and 2k critical commentary - which, by the way, as someone who has done a Master’s since and written a 20k thesis, was just as hard as writing a standard dissertation. As a surprise to everyone, I sneakily got copies of everyone’s short stories by pretending I just wanted to read them and compare them to mine, and I made them all into an anthology, which I gave to everyone at graduation. It was a really fun project to work on, even though it took ages to proof read the entire thing and design the cover and cry over Word formatting. We called ourselves the Come Along Collective because ‘come along’ was kind of a catchphrase of ours and ‘collective’ sounded professional and artistic. Sue us, we had degrees in this shit.

In June last year, about 3 years after we graduated, we met up (a pretty big deal, seeing as one of us now lives in the US!) and decided to do another anthology. Without the immediate option of including our conveniently timed university dissertation equivalents, we agreed that it would be really fun if we all wrote a short story of between 4-15k words - this is actually why I wrote Here, the World Entire, which appears in this anthology in a slightly shorter form! Since I made that first anthology back in 2013 our friendship group has changed a little, and so one contributor to the first anthology isn’t in this one and we have a new contributor, but that’s OK; it kind of charts the progression of everyone’s experiences since university.

So, over the past 9 months or so, we all wrote a story each, and everyone put their all into their stories, despite being 23-25 now and not having the luxury of time that we used to have, and honestly, the stories are amazing. There’s not a single one in there that I wouldn’t read in a literary magazine. One person didn’t do Creative Writing and was really worried about their story not matching up to the others, but it absolutely does. I did a little cry when I read it because it was so good and the writer didn’t think it was (I think they are now aware that they are actually super talented and should definitely write more). That was one of the reasons I’m so happy to have this physical copy as proof that it’s done, and people who thought they couldn’t do it did do it, and they did it fabulously, because every single person wrote something phenomenal.

There was one person in the group who wasn’t able to write anything because they had a lot going on in their life, and so the rest of us prepared a SUPER SECRET SURPRISE, complete with a secret Facebook group chat (which was literally titled THE ONE THAT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO KEEP SECRET) in which we collaborated and wrote a story for her instead so that she would still have a story in the anthology. One person wrote a section, then handed it to the next person, and so on. It turned out to be an absolutely hilarious story involving Emily Blunt as an evil sorceress, Jez and Mark from Peep Show as couriers, and our old landlord as an arch villain. It’s pretty rad, not going to lie. That person still gets their name on the cover because the story wouldn’t have been written without them; we basically tried our best to put that person’s personality into a narrative, and that’s why it’s so weird. They are weird, is what I’m saying.

This whole thing was a massive labour of love for all of us. I was literally proof reading it on lunch breaks, and taking graphic design assignments at work so that I could practice for when I made the cover (which I think looks snazzy, if endearingly off-kilter). Everyone was hugely supportive of one another, giving each other prompts and feedback whenever anyone got stuck, and it was such a fantastic experience to make it from start to finish. I’m so, so proud of the end product, and I’m excited to see what our next one will look like!

I have also prepared a super secret special surprise of my own for everyone within this anthology, which I won’t disclose here just in case any of them happen upon this post. It’s rad, though. I’m excited for everyone to see it.

This isn’t available for commercial purchase or anything like that, but it’s a personal project that’s been taking up a lot of my time lately (in a good way!) and it’ll be kind of sad not to have this to work towards. Still, onto the next thing!

3D Effect Tutorial (both Illustrator and Photoshop)

requested by Anonymous

This is a tutorial for how to create the following graphic:

I created the graphic in Illustrator, but this tutorial will demonstrate how to recreate the 3d effect in both Illustrator and Photoshop (whichever you have at hand and are more comfortable with).

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask. And if you found this tutorial helpful, please like or reblog!

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Insolence, Pt. 12 [Adam Cole]

Title: Insolence, Part Twelve of Twelve  (The End)

(Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven)

Characters: Adam Cole/OC(Brenna)

Genre: Fluff. Romance.

Length: ~5,000

Warnings: Language/cussing. A little touching but nothing remotely graphic. I’d give it a PG-13.

Summary/Inspo: “We never truly get over a loss, but we can move forward and evolve from it.” - Elizabeth Berrien

“If I ever get the nerve to ask,
What did I get right to deserve somebody like you?
I wasn’t expecting that.” - Jamie Lawson

@catie-kaboom @libby-rose-2016 @legitlunatic @valeonmars @superkixbaybay @danapotterwwe @alexahood21 @rollinstrash @covergirlcollarbones  @hiitsmecharlie  @tearsropsandtiedye @thedeboniardevistation @ily-zaddy @wweismyguiltypleasure @darwarsnoam @bulletbaybay @megan-monroe @pjanina13 @msgem

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Something Amazing

Summary: After being dragged to a club on a Saturday night, it ends up going a lot better than you expected, and you end up with much more than you bargained for. Not that you’re complaining, of course.

Words: 1,588

Cas x Reader

Warnings: none

Notes: this is a college au I came up with (very) loosely based on an experience I had with some friends and I thought would make a cute fic. So anyways let me know what you think, there may be more parts to this in the future!

Originally posted by destieltime

Your name: submit What is this?

Your best friend Allison had somehow managed to drag you out of the house on a Saturday night, insisting that you needed to “loosen up and have some fun.” After a lot of convincing and begging, you reluctantly got ready and headed out with her, knowing she wouldn’t give up until you’d done something productive for the day.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like to go out- Saturday’s were just the one day you had off from school and your job. Every day was filled with homework and your job, and the only thing that pushed you through the worst of the week was knowing that on Saturday you’d get to relax. And that’s what you were doing earlier- reading a book in your room- when Allison came barging in, talking about the new dance club that had recently opened.

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My Boys Drabbles - The Biggest Cheater

Thank you, @jia911​ for proofreading it for me!  This one is entirely dedicated to the amazing @onlyfreakincaterina who just had a birthday!

This story is from the series My Boys Drabbles but it can also be read as a independent one shot.

  • The Prompt:

Owen and Amelia spend a summer day with their children and Owen finds out they are much more like their mother than he’d ever imagined. 

While this is mainly focused on Omelia, I made sure to add some L/E to at least give back to the many requests I get to explore more of their story. But I promise that their development is still lined up and we will get there someday :)

  • Timeline:

This one sets during the months of summer at the very ending of My Boys: Bright Future. 

My Boys Drabbles – The Biggest Cheater

“Die, you damn prick!” Lucas shouted to the TV screen, so caught up with the game that he didn’t notice he was moving his hands until he felt the joystick hitting against something hard.


The seventeen year old paused the game at the sound of his girlfriend’s very infuriated voice. He looked down on his lap, where she was lying comfortably between his legs using his thigh as a pillow. Her face was a scowl of disapproval and Lucas could easily guess why.

“I am sorry,” He gave the girl his best boyish smile, unsure if she was angry for the unintentional hit, for the curse words or both. “Were you asleep?!” He asked with alarm, noticing how reddish her eyes looked.

“No,” Emily immediately replied, her fury giving room to defensive denial. It was so obvious she was lying that even Lucas noticed it.

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Lies I Tell Myself

AU/AH - Klaus is a hot shot detective. Caroline is the daughter of a mob boss. She’s known for six months that Klaus was investigating her dad’s business but Klaus has just discovered who she really is. Warning: Unresolved angst. 

Caroline Morgan.

His whole body instantly went numb as he read her name. He can tell Marcel is talking because he sees his mouth moving but Klaus can’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears. It feels like his heart is going to pound out of his chest. Blinking rapidly trying to clear his head, Klaus takes cleansing breaths while he reconciles this information with what he’s known for the last year.

It’s Caroline. His Caroline. The Caroline who’s idea of a perfect Friday night is takeaway and a classic romantic comedy. The Caroline who doesn’t have the patience to watch hour long tv dramas. The Caroline who grocery shops for the elderly woman next door. Who loves dogs. Who says sugar instead of shit. Who charmed his crazy family within the first 15 minutes of meeting them. It’s Caroline he’s been chasing.

His Caroline is also the daughter of ruthless mob boss Bill Forbes. His Caroline is also the new boss since Bill’s murder six months ago. His Caroline is also, apparently, as ruthless as Bill.

The bile in his stomach makes its way up and Klaus scrambles to grab the waste basket by his side to retch in. He’s lucky he didn’t make it to lunch before this report arrived. The second he feels Marcel’s hand come down on his shoulder he shoots up from the chair.

“I need some air.”

“You want me to come, we could-”


‘Shit!’ Caroline slams her phone on the desk when she hears Klaus’ voicemail pick up for the seventh time. “Shit shit shit shit SHIT!”

Enzo alerted her this morning that the detectives may have finally figured out her identity. From the way Klaus was ignoring her calls, she thinks it’s more than safe to say Enzo was right.

Caroline dropped her head on the desk in defeat. Klaus no doubt felt severely betrayed and rightfully so. They had just exchanged 'I love yous’ and now he was going to hate her. That thought broke her heart. Almost as much as knowing that she broke his.

When they first starting seeing each other Klaus said he was a police officer. She had no idea her dad was being investigated so when she did find out he was actually a detective she didn’t think anything of it. Even when she found out he was investigating her dad’s company she convinced herself that because she wasn’t directly involved in the business it wouldn’t be an issue. Lie. She told herself she would tell him. Lie. When the time was right. Lie.

Caroline wasn’t a bad person really. She just wanted to keep her people safe. Did some members of her 'family’ happen to have dodgy morals and make money illegally? Yes, but only technically. She didn’t instigate any of this. The Salvatore’s murdered her father. She was the victim here! Well, kind of anyways. Honestly, the city should really give her a frickin’ medal for taking out Stefan Salvatore. That dude was a psychopath of massive proportions. You’re welcome Chicago!  

Organized crime wasn’t like what it used to be. Bill wasn’t dealing drugs. He wasn’t shaking down store owners for money. He was a mathematical genius, so he worked the system. He found loop holes and exploited them. White collar crime was victimless, right? Or at least the government couldn’t be considered a victim. That’s how Caroline rectified his less than savory business practices with the loving father he was.

His business wasn’t supposed to be her life. She’d gone to college for graphic design and started her own company. Hummingbird Designs was still in its infancy but she had steady work and loved being her own boss. She knew that her business would never be like her fathers and that made them both proud.

The Salvatore’s saw it differently. Bill snaked yet another deal out from under them, essentially robbing them of millions in business and they chose to retaliate in the most brutal way. That’s how Caroline found herself in her dad’s office, the day after his murder and only two days after her 25th birthday being briefed by Enzo, her fathers’s chosen successor. He filled her in on everything that she had happily ignored all these years. Including the ongoing investigation led by Chicago PD hot shot detective Niklaus Mikaelson. Six months later, as she rested her head on that same desk, she couldn’t fathom a scenario where Klaus forgave her deception.

Klaus stared at the river, still in shock, as his phone continued to vibrate in his pocket. He knew it must be her but he couldn’t bring himself to check.  When he was first transferred to financial crime Klaus thought he was going to be bored out of his mind. But Bill Forbes was an artist. They knew exactly what he was doing but couldn’t figure out how he did it or find a single shred of evidence. It was frustrating but the challenge exhilarated Klaus.

When Bill was murdered all hell broke loose in the department. It was a mad dash to get as much info out of the company before a new leader stepped in and secured it. But the transition happened seamlessly which was how they’d figured out his daughter must have stepped up. If it had been anyone else there would have been the infighting that accompanies a transition of power. There would have been unhappy or wronged parties looking for vindication but everyone remained steadfastly loyal to the Forbes empire.

Back to square one. While it was common knowledge that Bill had an adult daughter, he had gone to great lengths to keep her identity a secret all these years. Even the identity of her mother was unknown.  Klaus couldn’t fathom how his sweet, caring, bubbly ball of sunshine girlfriend could possibly be this criminal’s beloved daughter.

What else about her was a lie? What else about them was a lie? Did she know from day one who he was and where he worked? He didn’t go into particulars about his job until a couple months in and he knows he never gave any hints about who he was investigating but that doesn’t mean she didn’t know from her own sources. He was going to be sick again.

Klaus walks back to his car and slumps into his seat. He finally pulls his phone from his pocket, scrolling though the missed calls. Seven from Caroline and three from Marcel. He shoots Marcel a quick text letting him know he’s OK and headed home for the night then tosses his phone on the passenger seat.

The second he opens his door he knows something’s off.

“WAIT! It’s just me!” Caroline shouts before Klaus can reach for his gun. He flips on the light to find her standing in his living room with her hands up. His heart clenches. This is the first time since they met that he isn’t immediately filled with warmth and happiness at the sight of her.

She looks like she’s been crying for days, her face is shallow and pale. Her normally luminescent hair is dull and flat and she looks too thin in her skinny jeans and Loyola University sweatshirt combo.

“Caroline you shouldn’t be here. Please leave.” Klaus steps inside but holds the door open, gesturing for her to leave.

“Please just let me explain.”

Klaus feels the fury inside him bubble up at her plea. Her eyes widen and she takes a step back when he slams the door shut and stomps her direction.  

“I’m not going to listen to you make excuses about how the past year of my life is a lie. This isn’t cops and robbers Caroline, this is real life.”

“I’m not a criminal.”

“Oh, so you didn’t order a retaliatory hit on Stefan Salvatore?”

“NO! It wasn’t like that.”

“It doesn’t matter what it was like Caroline! You’re Bill Forbes’ daughter! I’ve been investigating Forbes Enterprise for the entire year. Even knowing you jeopardizes all of that work! My entire career is on the line!”

Caroline cringes at the thought that his hard work could be suspect because of her. “I didn’t-.” Her voice cracks and eyes are flooding with unshed tears but she doesn’t deserves to cry about this.

“No, you didn’t think of that, did you?” Klaus runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “You didn’t think of how it’s going to look when they find out the person we’ve been looking for the last six months was literally sleeping next to me!”

“I’m so sorry Klaus, really, I never meant for this to happen!” He sees now that her hands are trembling and it takes everything in him not to embrace her. Not to comfort her. He takes a deep breath and steps back clenching his fists to ensure he doesn’t reach out for her.

“I had no idea you were investigating my father until after he died. And I am not involved in his business dealings. Not now, not then.”

Klaus growls when she says that, another lie, he tells himself.

As if she can read his mind, Caroline continues. “I know you won’t believe anything I say, at least in regards to my dad’s company. But us, Klaus, none of us was a lie. I love you so much!”  

“Caroline-,” Klaus growls in warning. How dare she say that now.

“No, please let me finish and then I’ll leave.” Caroline says resignedly, wringing her hands. “When my dad was killed it felt like I couldn’t breathe. He was my only real family. My mother passed when I was a baby. I don’t have siblings or aunts or uncles or grandparents. It was always just me and Dad.”

She takes a step toward him and Klaus clenches his fist tighter, every muscle in his body straining to stay still.

“The thought of loosing you too was devastating.” Caroline sobs out. “I just, I just couldn’t do it. I’m sorry.”

Caroline just stands there futzing with the frayed bottom of her sweatshirt, trembling bottom lip pulled between her teeth, tears streaming down her face.

Her loud sniffle breaks his trance, "Was that all?”

He barely hears her whispered yes. He robotically walks to the door and says, “Do not contact me again.” Klaus stares straight ahead as she dejectedly leaves. When she passes he’s assaulted by her scent and starts shaking. The second he gets the locked clicked into place he collapses and finally, finally allows himself to break down.

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Jin and Suga - arranged marriage AU? Thankyou~

(You’ve been waiting forever for this I’m so sorry~)

Seokjin’s entire experience with marriage so far can be summed up into one word: awkward.

He’s content with his parents’ choice for his partner. Yoongi is a man, a very pretty man who is shorter than him. It’s pretty much exactly what Seokjin requested. It’s just…he probably should have included some other things.

Things like “says words” maybe? For a start. Seokjin’s not picky.

Yoongi has been pretty quiet since the wedding. Their Honeymoon is in a week because Seokjin had to finish up some meetings before he could take off and Yoongi still had finals to complete. They haven’t seen much of each other since the wedding. Yoongi hasn’t made too much of an effort to contact him.

Which is just offensive when you think about it because Seokjin is an incredible catch??? Seokjin own’s several mirrors he’ll HAVE YOU KNOW and from that evidence he can attest to his own handsomeness. He is also tall with broad shoulders, hugging him is literally the best? He is very rich (so is Yoongi but that is not the point ok). He tells amazing jokes? He is an amazing cook!? What’s not to like! He’s got this ideal partner deal down pat.

Truthfully, though, Yoongi doesn’t seem happy with the whole situation. He hasn’t snapped at Seokjin in any way he’s just…distant. All the time! Even now as they’re walking down the hall to Seokjin’s condo Yoongi is looking at the floor and quiet, quiet, quiet.

He looks cute today in his t-shirt and jeans. Refreshingly normal from the crisp suits and ties Seokjin is used to seeing him in during their brief meetings before the wedding. He even wore shorts during their honeymoon.

“Ta da!” Seokjin exclaims, opening the door to their condo with a flourish. “Welcome home!”

He has a huge penthouse style condo with natural light and a lot of space. The furniture is black leather and the tables are red and blue (Mario colours, obvs). He has some geek shit everywhere, he has a dedicated room for most of his collectibles but there’s a few pieces he leaves out in display around the place. There’s a bunch of Yoongi’s things that he moving company has dropped off on his behalf cluttered around. Everything is organized and labelled in Yoongi’s neat handwriting.

Seokjin is normally proud of his space, but when Yoongi walks inside to take a look around he starts to feel self conscious.

They both leave their shoes at the door while Seokjin just talks to fill the silence, like he’s been doing the entire time. Yoongi’s staff will be here in a few hours to drop off all of Yoongi’s things. Seokjin will actually be thankful for the noise, Yoongi’s silence is intimidating. He shows Yoongi around, the bathroom, the kitchen “don’t worry if you can’t cook I can cook for us”, his nerd room “I’m a little into Mario as you could tell”, the living room area (making sure to take the time to point out his games collection if Yoongi feels like playing).

They get to the empty room that Seokjin has cleared out for Yoongi’s personal use.

“This is your room!” Seokjin says, walking inside. Yoongi follows him (quietly). He’s looking around the space though, that’s…something. “So Um, I heard you were majoring in arts? So this could be like…your painting space, or like, photography studio, or if you’re into graphic design-”


Seokjin whirls around so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash. “Sorry?”

Yoongi is rubbing the back of his neck (omg is he blushing????? Seokjin internally squeals). “I like poetry. Study it…and…” He waves his hand dismissively. “Whatever.”

Seokjin makes a mental note to thank his mom and dad for picking such an adorable husband for him.

He smiles at Yoongi softly. “Poetry? That’s cool.Well! You could put a bunch of book shelves in here then! And maybe like some inspirational writing quotes, and like a desk here or something…it’s up to you!”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything further, so Seokjin leads him to the bedroom.

“This is our bedroom! Don’t worry I’m saving the Mario sheets for special occasions.” Seokjin laughs a little too loudly at his own joke, squeaky laugh and all.

“Do you really have Mario sheets?” Yoongi asks.

Seokjin gives him a flat look, and opens the sliding closet door to point to the sheets in question, folded neatly on the top shelf. “Did I stutter?”

Yoongi looks up at them with this cute little head tilt “Huh.” then he laughs. It’s not like how Seokjin laughs. Just a quiet little breathy sound with a smile. It’s adorable, honestly, how is Seokjin supposed to survive with this cute husband around all the time? 

Yoongi slides his backpack off and lets it fall to the ground beside Seokjin’s…Their bed. “Um…which side is my side?”

At first Seokjin doesn’t get what Yoongi means, until it clicks that Yoongi is talking about what side of the bed he sleeps on. The bed they share, together. “It doesn’t matter to me, you can pick if you like.”

“I like facing the window, is that okay?” Yoongi asks, he’s looking out the window now. Does he want to be somewhere else?

“Of course.” Seokjin answers.

Yoongi sits down on the bed and looks at his feet, kicking them a little. “Sorry.” 

“For what?” Seokjin sits next to him, close enough.

“I’m bad with people.”

“Well, luckily for you I’m actually a lizard person. Now you know my big secret.” Seokjin laughs at his own joke while Yoongi snorts. “Hey.” Seokjin takes a risk by sliding his arm around Yoongi’s torso. Blissfully, Yoongi leans against him and rests his head on Seokjin’s shoulder. So cute. “We’ll figure it out, take your time.”

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Alphabetical order of category, then by character:

Dragon Age:

  • Fenris and Anders:

A Haircut

Summary: For the Team Blue and Angry- @teamblueandangry -Art/Writing collaboration event I got teamed up with the epic @soryualeksi to write a fic accompanying her adorable art.

Anders is in need of some TLC… And a haircut. Fenris takes it upon himself to deal with the latter issue, surprisingly. Awkward bonding over, amongst other things, Hawke’s strange sense of humor, soaps that Isabella has picked out, and Merrill’s cooking ensue.

Warnings: A little swearing. Vague references to the suffering Fenris and Anders both have experienced. Tried to keep it as fluffy as possible though. A hint of Fenders mixed in, but it can also be interpreted as just friendship. Fluffiness [as usual] abounds!


  • Gary “Eggsy” Unwin:

Comfort In the Dark

Summary: The reader has an anxiety attack in the night and Eggsy, their boyfriend, is there for them when they need him the most.

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of anxiety attacks. That’s it.

Mass Effect:

  • Kelly Chambers:


Summary: Just a little happy fic for Kelly. Just a moment in time on the Normandy. A hint of Joker/Kelly too, because I ship it. ⌐⌐

Warnings: A little language but that’s about it.

Pacific Rim:

  • Chuck Hansen:

I’ll See You Again

Summary: A moment between the reader and Chuck before he leaves on the final mission. Angst.

Warnings: Some language. Angst.

Waking Up

AU fluff piece; in which Chuck and the reader are married after the Breach is sealed shut and the reader has a nightmare and Chuck is there being all lovey.

Warning: Like one swear word, but trigger warning: The character has a nightmare about being trapped in their Jaeger as it sinks.

Star Trek:

  • Leonard “Bones” McCoy


Summary: Coffee Shop AU Christmas fic (I don’t care that it’s February- Christmas fics are wonderful year-round). Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy isn’t a big fan of Christmas (too many germs, too much suffering, snow, stress about gifts… no just no). Or coffee (makes him too wired). Yet he keeps frequenting the coffee shop near the hospital he works at for some reason. Well, one reason. And he’s certain she just thinks of him as a frequent customer. Until one foggy Christmas Eve…

Background: So I follow the amazing @little-red-83 (BTW, stop by her blog. She’s awesome!) and when I saw that she was doing a Coffee Shop AU Christmas challenge I thought to myself, “Wait. I like Christmas. And coffee. And Star Trek. Oh oh! AND CHRISTMAS CAROLS!” and next thing I knew I was requesting to write a fic tied to the song Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. With my favorite Star Trek character at that! If you follow me for my wrestling fics, you already know what to expect with this fluffy piece.

Warnings: Language. Feels. McCoy being a grumpus at Christmas. Reader being flirty. Writer wondering since when the hell did she start being McCoy.

Special thanks to @sammiielli for being epic and understanding and supportive. Darling you are perfect. Thank you for being my friend.


  • Cesaro:

This Winding Road

Request from @helluvawriter: I forgot to send mine!! Can I get 53 and Cesaro because all Cesaro all the time!

53: “This is probably the absolute worst time to say that I love you, but I really do.”

Summary: Roadside brawls usually help no one, but in your case they provide an opportunity to make a confession to the love of your life… With mixed results.

Warnings: A little language and feelings galore!

  • Dean Ambrose:

A Fluffy Christmas

Summary: Merry Christmas everyone! Dean Ambrose, a puppy, and a tiny box… All in your house on Christmas morning. None of them you expected to be there.

Warnings: Feels. Swearing [as usual]. One moment of a grabbing of a bottom during a kiss and one moment of admiring of a person’s butt as they walk away. So like… PG-13/T rating to be safe?

  • Dolph Ziggler:

Bad Luck

Request by anon: Hey hun. Could you do 4 and 13 with my baby dolph ziggler please?

4: “I should tape a sign to your shirt: If found, return to (__).”

13: “Not saying I’m surprised, but just saying, I’m at a loss for words.”

Summary: Lots of surprises await both you and Dolph on a day off together.

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff. A little language. One bad joke. Slight dirty remark at one point. Might actually be viewed as more of a humorous remark.

  • Enzo Amore:

I Found You

Request: Enzo Amore imagine, writer’s surprise special! For @wwe–lockscreens.

Summary: Lost. On a team-building exercise. With your coworkers. Bright side? Any situation is instantly made 100% better with Enzo Amore in tow… Especially when he’s got a confession to make. To you. About feelings.

Warnings: Fluffiness! And uh… Actually no that’s it. Maybe a feels warning?

Not Kansas - Part One

Summary: A bad attempt at matchmaking from a relative has you annoyed- and confused- and Enzo panicking. A pelican may or may not add to his stress level and Cass is only certain of one thing. More Enzo fluff!

Warnings: Language. Annoying family. ENTP pun/play on words at the end of the chapter… Sorry not sorry!

Not Kansas - Part Two

Summary: A bad attempt at matchmaking from a relative has you annoyed- and confused- and Enzo panicking. A pelican may or may not add to his stress level and Cass is only certain of one thing. 300% fluffier than before!

Warnings: Minor language (I think; maybe?). Fluff. Long part 2. Seriously- this thing is like twice the first part’s length. Allusions to a Carly Rae Jepsen song.


Part of the Snack Series

Summary: Reader’s upset over a party gone wrong. Enzo steps in to turn the night around. A snowball is involved… but not the kind you’d expect.

Warnings: Language [as usual].

Snowball Conclusion

Part of the Snack Series

Summary: A house party gone wrong gives you and Enzo a reason to spend a little time together.

Warnings: Language. Some light dirty thoughts.

  • Finn Balor:


Summary: Summarizing the evolution of the relationship between Finn Balor and the reader.

Warning: The usual swearing, mentions of future smut.

Your Lucky Day

Request by @moxtiel: Hi. You’re wonderful. For the prompt thinger, can you do #2 (ALL THE FLUFF!!) with Finn Balor? Thanks in advance, sweetheart!

2.       “I’d make eye contact with you but I’m too busy trying to melt into the floor.”

Summary: Bad luck: Crashing into the hunkiest man you had ever met before in your entire life, thus spilling coffee all over him. Good luck: Said man is actually really polite about the whole thing. Bad luck: Blind double-date movie night. Good luck: …The hunkiest man ever just happened to look incredibly nice in a band t-shirt and jeans.

FYI: I did what I could to write Finn’s accent in, but I didn’t want to overdo it so I try to applied it where I could easily and didn’t where I thought I might screw up.

Warnings: Some language and, as per requested, ALL THE FLUFF!

Hold Me Close

Request by @nickysmum1909: Can you please write #33 and/or #35 with Finn Balor? Thank you

33: “If I could wrap you in a blanket made of my love for you, I would.”

35: “God help me but I’d do anything to make you smile.”

Summary: Reader is injured during a match and learns that she’ll be out of commission for a few months. Boyfriend Finn Balor does what he can to help her feel loved.

Warnings: Lots of feels. Lots of fluff. Hurt/comfort. Reader gets injured (just a sprain- nothing graphic). One or two swear words. Long fic.


Background: Request I picked up from @wwe-smutfics​: Anon: QUOTE SERIES: Finn quote series, just because I feel like he’d actually be like this. “What do you want me to do? Kiss you in the rain? Buy you a dozen roses? As long as you’re happy, I’ll do anything you want me to.”

Warnings: Some swearing. Fluff. Someone getting stood up on a date.

Summary: OK so maybe your night hadn’t gone as planned but… The next day held great promise.

  • Johnny Gargano


Request I picked up from @wwe-smutfics: Anon: QUOTE SERIES: Johnny Gargano. The two of you are relatively new roommates with the quote “I DIDN’T MEAN TO WALK IN ON YOU NAKED AGAIN! YOU REALLY NEED TO LEARN TO LOCK YOUR DOOR!“

Summary: Life wasn’t perfect. Most people weren’t perfect. My ability to spot trustworthy people wasn’t perfect. But Johnny Gargano? Oh yeah, he was perfect in every sense. Except his issue with locking doors and leaving his dirty clothes in the hallway. Ambiguous gender reader character.

Warnings: Admiring of a butt [Johnny’s], swearing, theft, skeevy ex, seeing the roommate without clothes on, and Raini’s usual potty mouth.

Rating: High PG-13?

  • Jon Moxley


Request by @cleo-moxley-ambrose Can you make me a jealous Jon Moxley from CZW (WWE) where my OC Cleo (info on cleo-moxbrose-85) is being flirted by Tyler Black and Jon gets crazy jealous, he had enough and whispers a very dark threat to Tyler’s ear before flashing him a sadistic smile and look. You can make as fluffy as you want in the end, just keep in mind of Jon’s dark side of the story. IT’S MEANT TO BE FLUFFY (the threat can be vague) AND NOT DARK.

Disclaimer: Cleo belongs to @cleo-moxley-ambrose

Summary: Six months into casually dating Jon Moxley and Cleo knows she loves him- as does Sami Callihan, who also knows that his best friend loves her back. But for some reason neither can bring themselves to say what’s on their hearts. So, Sami takes matters into his own hands with the help of- by sheer coincidence and annoying interference- Tyler Black. Of course, in any matter involving Mox, nothing goes easily.

Special thanks to @sammiielli for help with figuring out the plot!

Warnings: Jealous!Jon Moxley. Fluff. Reference to feuds with Santa.

  • Noam Dar

Tale As Old As Time

Noam Dar. Broken-hearted reader who just wants to be left alone… But still believes in fairy tales. Human non-wrestler reader. For Winter of Wolves 2016-2017

Summary: The cute new guy next door seems to have his fair share of secrets… Ones that don’t make total sense… But also has a cute smile and a killer accent, not to mention a heart of gold that seems to be pledged to you. Slowly but surely, Noam wins your heart… And you discover a whole new world you had once dared not even dream of.

Warnings: Some language but not a ton. Feels. Discusses a bleak childhood. Cheating (short portion). Breakup. Allusions to the character battling depression.

  • Roman Reigns:

So Much Potential In The Night

Part of the I Can’t Sleep Series

Summary: You can’t sleep, so you decide to hit the hotel gym and run into Roman, who’s needed to talk to you.

Warnings: Language, some (light) dirty thoughts.

  • Sami Zayn:

Apple Fritter Flavored Kiss 

Summary: People are nosey. Donuts are good. You loved the fall season. Sami Zayn’s kisses tasted like apple fritters.

Warnings: Language.

  • Seth Rollins

Friendly Meddling

Summary/Request from @hiitsmecharlie: (Y/N) works at WWE, but she can easily pass by unnoticed at the job (not all the famous type etc). She’s really shy, but once you know her really cute and funny. She likes Seth from the moment she laid eyes on him and so does he, but neither of them actually believes the other may be interested so neither does anything to actually get to know each other. Does it makes sense? Make it cuteeee and flufly.

Warnings: My usual swearing and fluff. Also, long fic.

Change of Plans

Summary based off of a request from @silverrawrs: The attempt at trying to right several wrongs that I’ve been dragged in to unfortunately is planned. The encounter with Seth Rollins that leads to us tracking down an Elvis impersonator who’s stolen an engagement ring is not. The success of the attempt at fixing this mess is planned. The second encounter with Seth Rollins several months later is most certainly not.

Warnings: Cheating. Drinking. Fluff. Exasperated reader with Seth Rollins for being a little heel (BEHAVE YOURSELF SETH!) You have been warned. Some swearing. And… Elvis. Long fic.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm so sorry for asking such a basic thing, but... could I ask how you make gifs? The whole process, starting from downloading the episode, torrenting or whatever, etc... I can't even do that much so no matter how many tutorials I read or watch, I can't even open it in Photoshop or download it correctly. >.< Thank you!

Hiya!! No no don’t be sorry!! It took me a while to figure it out too when I first got started so I’m happy to help you! I will mention that I have a pc, not a mac, so I can only show you what I have. Also I’m super sorry for this late reply!

Tutorial: How To Make A Gif (Extremely Detailed Version)

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Vectoring Photos in Illustrator

requested by holmosexuality

This is a tutorial on how to vector photos into single colors, meant for those with a general knowledge of Photoshop but are only just starting out with Illustrator.

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