all. i. can. draw. is. off. these. days

anonymous asked:

What exactly would King Dice get mad about? Either way hope you are having a great day you beautiful bean!

Thank you! And it all depends on your views actually. I’m quite unsure myself at this point, but I do see him as someone who doesn’t easily get mad and can brush off insults as though they are dust. Plus, he’s probably real good at maintaining composure, easily steering the conversation spotlight back in his favor.

but who doesn’t want to see him get furious bc lord it’s gonna be glorious and I want to draw that beautiful hurricane ripping into something hhhhhh


I DID THE THING!!! it took me a day but i did it xD!! and i just found out that i haven’t drawn any sterek fanart in A MONTH ;___; i’m so sorry, i feel so horrible… BUT you get 4 new ones today! :3 hope that pays off my inactivity… we can all thank @merlshmallow for that!! xD she’s the one that tagged me on her post and her meme! THANK YOU <3 i’ve missed drawing these two ;u;

🔮28 Day Witchy Challenge🔮

Hi lovelies! I hope you are all having a beautiful day! I have decided to make a 28 Day Witchy Challenge Post. This can be started at the beginning of the month or at any time. It’s whatever you prefer.

This is geared towards all witches, new and old. This challenge is focused on taking care of you and your witchy self. I am starting off September with challenge one. I’d love to see or know if y'all do it!!

🔮 DAY 1 - Take time out of your day to think about, write about, or draw what your witchy self looks like. What they are into. Their favorite witchy activity. Any details you can possibly think of.

🔮DAY 2 - Take the day to meditate. It can be about anything or nothing at all. Let your mind wonder and do it’s thing. Journal about it and let things come to you.

🔮DAY 3 - BUY SOMETHING WITCHY! This challenge is all about self-care for you and your witchy self, so it can be as simple as spending a dollar at the dollar store or buying something elaborate online. If there is no way you can buy something, try to find something. For example, go to the woods/Park and try to find a mushroom for an offering.

🔮DAY 4 - Piggy backing off of day 3, MAKE SOMETHING JUST FOR YOU AND YOUR CRAFT. Like all of these days, it can be something big or small. You can make a set of runes or maybe make yourself a picture for your alter. Just make it for YOU!

🔮DAY 5 - Watch or listen to something witchy. Charmed, Practical Magic, listen to some witchy music, anything!

🔮 DAY 6 - Spend some time in nature! Whether it is sitting on your lawn or taking a hike, or even a walk through the park, just take time to appreciate nature and Mother Earth and all she had given us.

🔮DAY 7 - Let an entire candle burn. I know this may sounds silly to some of you, but I am the type of person that struggles with this (unless doing a specific spell). So, just sit with your candle and watch it burn. Feel free to multitask while doing this. Just try to focus on it now and again. It can be a birthday candle or a very large candle, whatever works for you.

🔮DAY 8 - Make a special cup of tea. If you’re not a tea drinker, try a different kind or hot coco or coffee. When making, focus in your intent. When drinking, focus on all the different flavors you taste and sensations you feel.

🔮DAY 9 - Journal about the elements and what they mean to you.

🔮DAY 10 - Make a list of new worst things you can try. It can be anything like talking more walks or a new spell!

🔮 DAY 11 - Journal about your deities/higher power. What they mean to you. If you don’t have any, then try to journal about the energies around you. What you feel and the power.

🔮 DAY 12 - Piggy backing off of day 12, write down/find a new way you can honor your deities or energies that you journaled about. And if it’s possible, do it! It can be anything from a leaf you found to an elaborate meal. It can be simply praying.

🔮DAY 13 - BATH OR SHOWER MAGIC! This is pretty self-explanatory, but try to just take some time and take a magical bath or shower. It doesn’t have to be elaborate, or it can! Try to just focus your intent and maybe try a shower or bath meditation. There are a ton of different things here on Tumblr, so get creative!

🔮DAY 14 - Spell Jar!! There are a TON of spell jars on Tumblr and all over the internet. You can use those or make your own! They are very easy and great if you’re low on spoons!

🔮DAY 15 - Cook! If you aren’t able to cook due to physical reasons, or even lack of time, then try to eat something special. Regardless, cook or at least eat something that inspires you or harnesses your intent.

🔮DAY 16 - PRAYER! This is pretty self-explanatory, but try to honor and show your intent. Ask even, for guidance, hope, strength, whatever!

🔮DAY 17 - Sky watching! You can watch the Moon and stars or just the clouds go by.

🔮DAY 18 - Journal about what magick means to you. Go into as much detail as possible.

🔮DAY 19 - SIGILS! Make your own sigil! Focus your intent and be creative! If there is no way you can come up with your own, then feel free to use one from the internet.

🔮DAY 20 - Alter time!!! Try to redecorate your alter! If you are in the broom closet, then maybe draw one!

🔮DAY 21 - Journal about ways you can, from now on, nurture yourself. Whether it’s teas, baths, putting on makeup, whatever! Make lists or just woke about the things you want to do!

🔮DAY 22 - Worry Stone! You can find one or make one or but one, it’s totally up to you! Which brings us toooooooooooo……

🔮DAY 23 - Cleanse and charge your items!! There are umpteen different ways you can cleanse and charge your items, just pick one! Please make sure that however you cleanse and charge your items, it is safe for them.

🔮DAY 24 - PLANTS! Take care of your plants, harvest a plant, buy a plant, even take some time to talk with your plants!

🔮DAY 25 - SCAVENGER HUNT! No, not literally. But, go find something that nature has given you. A mushroom, a leaf, anything! Place it on your alter and honor it! By honoring it, you honor Mother Nature and all that she has created. Including you!

🔮DAY 26 - Do a glamour!! This can be anything from enchanting your chapstick to make you feel loved or carrying a self-love charm bag. Get creative with it! Try to make your intent focus on love from yourself or self-confidence!

🔮DAY 27 -MAKE YOUR OWN SPELL! Literally, just have fun with this. Use your alter, use your journal entries and the internet and books! Get creative! Focus your intent and be specific! It can be low spoons or high spoons. Whatever works for you!

🔮DAY 28 - MEDITATE! Meditate about the past 28 days and all the work you’ve done! Think and focus on your craft and all the self-care you have worked for!

I hope y'all enjoy this! Please let me know if you do it! I’d love to hear y'all’s thoughts! Feel free to edit this however you want! Make it work for you! I hope all you lovelies are have a beautiful day/night! 💚

Love and light

Cait ✌

anonymous asked:

getting kind of tired of the lack of updates, w out an explanation, we at least deserve that

I think I’ll have to put this in the FAQ at some point because I get asked this a lot even though I’ve answered it before, which is OK. I don’t expect people to search the blog for old asks all the time to find information. It might just be easier to put it in the FAQ.

I had surgery in late April for a kidney tumor. It was successful but the recovery has slowed my updating significantly since then. I used to have no job and all the time in the world to work on SaM before that, updating maybe even 3 times a month. That is not doable anymore. Since surgery, I’ve had health problems as well. I’ve been to the Emergency room 5 times since April, all on separate occasions, once even on my family’s first time ever going to Hawaii. I was stuck at the condo.

In addition to health problems, I also have full time employment now. Meaning, I can only work on “Satan and Me” and my other comic “Here it Comes” on the weekends. Updates will be significantly slower because of that, also because I still want to have a life outside of just drawing on the computer all week. I don’t spend my entire weekends drawing updates. Sometimes I go shopping or see my friends or have a meal with my family. 

My full time work is also a drawing job, which I’m happy to have because I went to art school to work in art, so I like that I finally can do that after attending school for 3 years. This is extra taxing on my wrist, which has been in very bad shape even when I started SaM 3 years ago. So sometimes I just don’t want to draw because my wrist needs a day off. I am unable to draw 7 days a week every week. I still try to do that, though, because I feel bad about how much updates have slowed down since my surgery in April, so I still push myself and end up doing just that.

These past two weeks I have some friends in town for the first time on vacation as well. So for these two weeks I haven’t been working on SaM, choosing to spend time with these friends while they’re here instead. It’s my first vacation since I started employment in April, and since my medical recovery. I even had to work during my family’s vacation in Hawaii, so that never felt like a vacation to me when I was stuck 4 days at the condo sick, on meds, and drawing all day while everyone else got to sight see.

I’m sorry that updates are slower. “Satan and Me” will realistically probably get an update every month or every other month if I’m honest. I can’t help that at this point. I try to make the updates prettier and with more panels to make up for that. Before, updates would be 7-10 panels long. I’ve been trying to shoot for the 20s range for you guys, or at least upper teens, since Natalie came back. 

I’d love to draw more, believe me I would, but with fulltime work now that’s just not doable. I’m sorry, but I need to pay my bills.

i draw joseph and caesar casually a lot when i’m bored 

((hey all i just finished working two weeks straight with only one day off immediately followed by a convention all weekend so im exhausted as s h i t. but that does mean since i have no cons coming up and work SHOULD be back to a regular schedule i can get back to working on guyslikeus !!! yay!!! sorry about that absence there and thank u so much for bearing with me!! cant wait to get back to it !!! ))

INKTOBER 2017: Dark Divas !!! This is my list for inktober 2017!
Here’s the run down:
👿 I’ve created this post since I made my own list last year, but this time you can follow along with your own intkober! Or you can pick a few of the prompts, dip in and out whenever you like or just wait to see what my illustration will be!
👿 Use the hashtag #darkdivas17 so I can find your illustrations and will feature them all on my insta stories and retweet on Twitter!
👿 Dark Divas can be interpreted any way, doesn’t have to mean female! Diva can be used for any gender identification!
👿 Interpret the themes however you want! Some of them are more ambiguous than others so feel free to do whatever inspires you!
👿 I hope everyone has their sketchbooks and pens ready! See you there in a few days we kick off with 1. Love Potion 💗

Don’t be fooled by his peaceful appearance- he’s probably playing the spongebob campfire song™ on repeat

Breakout Star

cured my depression, watered my crops, cleared my skin.”

Viktor’s seen this particular statement pop up a few times while playing anonymous quality control for the comment section on Yuuri’s ISU articles. He’s inclined to agree with the sentiment—Yuuri has definitely done wonders for his depression. But he never took the meme as seriously as when he woke up on the Tuesday of his first week without Yuuri to a huge cystic zit on his chin.

It isn’t a crisis. Viktor mastered the artistry of concealer long ago when he turned thirteen and his body decided to take the stress of puberty out on his face. Still, it’s been a long time since he’s had a blemish of this caliber emerge, and it’s annoying to see years spent painstakingly formulating a foolproof skincare routine get laid to waste by the stress of being away from his fiancé.  

I’m just overreacting,’ Viktor thinks, taking extra care to properly exfoliate the spot with his Clarisonic. There’s climate change to account for, not to mention the sweaty rigorous practices that come with trying to return to competition shape before Europeans.

He makes sure to wash his pillowcase and sweat rags that evening, does a Bentonite clay mask, and even turns down an offer for a late night ice cream run with Mila. Which makes it all the more offensive when he wakes up the next morning with a whitehead in his hairline.   

“You know, you’re not the only one suffering,” he tells his skin, dabbing a q-tip of diluted tea tree oil over the angry blemish. “I miss him, too!”

He still doesn’t fully believe that Yuuri is the source of his random breakout until the following weekend when he wakes up to twin painful pimples forming in the corners of his mouth. “Yuuri,” he whines over Facetime, “it’s an emergency.”

Yuuri has grown used to Viktor’s particular brand of emergency (things like backed up toilets and his favorite cereal brand getting discontinued), so he only smiles and laughs a little. “What’s wrong?”

“I need you to send me something that smells like you.”

Yuuri raises his eyebrows because…oh.

“Not for that,” Viktor waves him off, frowning at his tiny face in the corner of the screen. He swears he can see something red popping up in the crease of his nostril. “My skin’s mad you’re gone.”

“Your ski-”

“I mean I miss you more, it’s really just being a drama queen about the whole separation, but…” Viktor trails off with a sigh. “So could you mail me something?”

He receives the package nine days and five blackheads later. There’s a handful of onsen powder bags, a drawing from the triplets, some of the random Japanese treats Viktor had developed a taste for while living in Hasetsu, and folded on the bottom—cushioning it all—one of Yuuri’s sweaters.

Viktor’s seen Yuuri wear it often while lounging around the inn, he’s even worn it to bed on particularly cold nights. It’s navy blue, pilled at the wrists, moth-eaten at the collar, and the kind of comfortable that only years of over-wear can achieve. Viktor removes it from the box with a reverence normally reserved for Hermes or Versace. He leans back into the couch, presses it to his nose, and most definitely doesn’t shed a tear or two.

(Or if he does, Makkachin’s the only one to know about it.)

He wears it to bed that night—fingers curled against his forehead and wrists against his nose—and imagines that it’s Yuuri spooning him and not just his sweater. It’s not a perfect replacement, but it does seem to dispel some of the heaviness settling into his chest. He didn’t even realize how poor his sleep had been lately until he gets a good night of it.

The next morning, he isn’t so much surprised as relieved to find no new zits and his current ones healing nicely. Turns out, the fan comments weren’t a meme but a prediction. His Yuuri is the best brand of healing balm. He feels a fool for ever having doubted it.  

“We should start a garden,” he tells Yuuri during their Facetime call later that day, “with you around, we wouldn’t even have to water it.”

  • Prussia: hey, West! Can you draw me?
  • Child Germany: h-huh?? What's this all of a sudden?
  • Prussia: well, I'm sick of Spain and France always showing off how well or cute their little siblings draw, and so I want you to draw the awesome me so that I can show off how good you are! And hey, I've never actually seen you draw!
  • Child Germany: ... I don't want to.
  • Prussia: Ehhhh??? Why not??? Don't you love me, West???
  • Child Germany: that's not it... it's just... I can't draw well...
  • Prussia: it shouldn't be that bad! I mean, at least do something that portrays my awesome personality through art!
  • *The Next Day*
  • France: Prussia, why the long face?
  • Spain: did Germany manage to illustrate you well?
  • Prussia: yeah... through a hundred pages annotated essay about me... double spaced with bibliography and footnotes...
Say Hello to Tim Drake

AN: I decided to start Valentine’s Day off with some soulmark AU love. I really like how relateable this reader is. I think that’s a draw. 

Words: 826

Part 1

    You wish you could see his eyes. You can’t help but feel as though they would tell you something; is he disappointed, excited, nervous? You pray that he isn’t disappointed. You can’t help but feel as though you’re plain looking, you’re not ugly, but not exactly pretty. Then there’s the anxiety. As your mind begins to go through all the possibilities, you can feel yourself getting worked up, as your breathing begins to quicken, until suddenly you’re in his arms.

    He’s sat down on the pavement, and pulled you into his lap. He’s cradling you gently, so that you don’t feel closed in; and from the way his arms wrap around you, the way they stay lax and still give you room,  you can tell he’s been where you are. As the adrenaline fades, you allow the first few sniffles to come, as your breathing begins to slow down and return to normal.

His hand rubs your back, and that’s the first telltale sign for you. You don’t like people touching your back. It creeps you out, makes you squeal, and it’s just genuinely unpleasant. But with him, it feels good, relaxing almost. As you pull back, you wipe at your eyes and then wince.

He notices, “You scraped your hands when you fell.” His voice sounds tired, but it’s smooth. Determined.

“Yeah, not my most graceful moment.”

He gives you a small smile, “Trust me, I’ve had my fair share of falls a lot worse than that.”

You smile at each other in awkward silence, until he sticks out his hand and says, “Hi, I’m Red Robin, your soulmate, apparently.”

You take his hand a bit nervously and shake it once, before saying, “I’m Y/N, college student.”

He smiles, before letting go of your hand and pulling up the sleeve of his suit, you stare at your words there, before reaching out and allowing your fingers to skim over them. Then you realize what you’re doing and quickly pull back your hand, as the heat rises to your cheeks.

His fingers grip your chin and turn your gaze towards him, “I wanted you to see them. That way when we meet in real life, you know it’s me.” You stare at him, and you fear the faint sound of police sirens. “Someone must have called the cops. It’s not safe for me to reveal everything here in the open.” You nod, a bit dumbly, He smiles again, “I’ll find you in a few days, and then we can meet for real. I’ll explain everything then.”

Then with one last look, he’s gone, and the cops rush over. It’s a long night of filling out police reports before being escorted back to your dorm. The mortification you feel as everyone stares at you is enough to have you buried under your covers for the next twenty-four hours.

You sleep, skip class, and do your absolute best to not think about the fact that Red Robin is your soulmate, or wonder how exactly he’s going to find you. You fail miserably at the last two. In fact, by the time the twenty-four hours are over, you’ve convinced yourself that he wants nothing to do with you, and that you’re going to die old and alone with three cats.

At some point, you decide you need to move on. So you drag yourself out of bed, and to the dining hall. You load up on stuff that you KNOW isn’t good for you before making the trek to class.You do your best to focus on your professors, while trying not to dwell on the amount of work you’ll have to get done this weekend. By the time the day is over, you’re feeling more exhausted than you should.  

In fact, you’re so exhausted that you nearly miss the gaggle of girls whispering. You peer around them to see what they’re staring at. It’s a good looking boy. He’s dressed in jeans and a long sleeve tee-shirt. He’s working on a laptop, and has a large cup of coffee with him.

Then, as though he feels you staring, he looks up and makes eye contact. When he smiles you look away, and do your best to shuffle further into the dorm past the front desk, when all of a sudden you hear him say your name, “Y/N wait a minute.”

You don’t want to, but you do, without meeting his eyes, you turn to face him. He stops in front of you, and you can feel the gaggle of girls looking at the two of you, “I’m Tim Drake, we met the other night.”

You stare at him puzzled, until his scrunches both sleeves of his tee-shirt up, in the most nonchalant way you’ve ever seen, to reveal the same words, your words, from the other night. You stare at him for a minute and he only say grins and says, “Told you I’d find you.” 


What’s going on everyone. My schedule is opening up a bit, so I thought I’d open up some commissions. You can get in touch with me on Tumblr, Deviant Art, Twitter, or gmail. I check all four atleast once a day so if you want anything drawn, shoot me a message!

I’ve also done bigger commissions. I’m pretty flexible, so if there’s something you want that you don’t see here feel free to shoot me a message anyway. We can talk about what you want and I’ll send you a quote.

I should also add a note about what I will and won’t draw. I’ll draw just about anything, I can’t think off the top of my head what I wouldn’t atleast try. 

@shacklefunk ‘s gem oc coffinite (left) inspired me to make my own morbid/dark gem character bc im out of fresh ideas at this point, so here she is meeting onyx (right)! after i designed onyx the other day i realized how similar their designs r to each other so i made a joke out of it lmao, but i in no way meant to rip off coffinites design, so blease dont sue me

talking with @skamisako last night about Even giving love advice and just thought of Yousef coming to Even and being like “bro when you pissed Isak off, what did you do to get him to forgive you” And Even shrugged and was like “I drew him comics.” And Yousef is like o.O genius. So he asks Even to draw him one to give to Sana. And Even is like are you fucking kidding me, but Yousef offers him like 45kr and he’s like yeah why not i can buy Isak some flowers or something. So he does.

And it’s a hit. And Sana must have recognized it or Isak saw it and blabbed to her or and someone else or something because all the sudden a little first year walks up to Even like it’s nothing. He’s managed to piss his girlfriend off and he needs a magical drawing to get her to forgive him. Even stops and stares at him, but the kid offers another 45kr. So Even does it, sketches out something stupid and simple and gives it to the kid at the end of the day. And then two girls come up to him the next day and want drawings to put in their crush’s locker. Same deal, bit of money, ten minute drawings. And then Jonas wants something to woo this chick he’s been eyeing. And they all work.

Even kind of becomes a legend in the next two weeks. Everyone knows that a love comic from him is guaranteed to make your boy/girl love you. And Isak has a blast with it, especially because he (and the rest of the school) knows that literally no drawing ever compares to the ones Even still occasionally slips into Isak’s locker. And he ends up buying Isak and him train tickets to Madrid for a long weekend by the end of the year, so that’s pretty ace too.

Overly protective.

Shawn Master List found HERE

Shawn groans as he leans his elbows on the kitchen countertop, purposely attempting to grasp your attention away from the pizza you’re setting out.

“What’s with the sad eyes?” You smirk, finding his pouty face to be absolutely adoring.

He lets out another sigh to be climactic before pursing his lips into a fine line. “You know, it’s not too late to cancel… Kinda wanted a Friday night alone,” he comments, bringing to your attention that he has other plans in mind.

You shake your head, “Your sister is already on her way,” you swat his hand away from trying to steal a piece of pizza. He can be somewhat annoying when is in a pouty mood and doesn’t get his own way, something you have come to somewhat adore about him.

“I love her, but she has crashed with us every weekend since I have been back. I want time alone,” he mumbles with a huff, not seeming too amused.

“She’s just staying for dinner and a movie, are you grumpy this evening?” You challenge his mood, your eyes studying his as he straightens his posture and pushes away from the countertop. “Shawn,” you draw out his name, forcing his attention back to you.

“Just tired,” he shrugs, “so, tomorrow can I actually sleep in with my girlfriend?” Shawn questions, looking at you with a blank expression—a clear indication he’s in a bit of a grumpy mood. He has been on the grouchy side for the last week, you brushed it all off as being tired and somewhat overly worked, so you didn’t take it to heart, but now you’re not quite sure what is problem is tonight.

You grin and give him a nod, “Mhm, we can spend all day in bed,” you inform him just as the doorbell chimes and Shawn instantly makes his way down the hallway, dragging his feet to make it known he doesn’t want to host his sisters movie night.

You hear the shuffling of feet entering and the closing of the front door, but the familiar sound of feet shuffling seem louder than usual, the sudden vibration of an unknown voice rings in your ears. You frown for a moment, watching the hallway entrance from your position in the kitchen, your eyes focus on Shawn’s sister before the flicker towards a male beside her.

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Baby Girl (Batboys + Bruce Wayne headcanon)

Requested: Yes
Request:  I was wondering if I could get a headcanon for the batboys + Bruce about them with their daughter (toddler) if you can


  • So in love with them
  • Chill dad
  • Loves hearing about his daughters day if he hasn’t been home
  • Keeps all the drawings in a folder
  • They mean a lot to him
  • Braided their hair every morning
  • It’s a new style everyday
  • Probably signed them up for gymnastics 
  • Loves going to watch the trainings and competition
  • Tries his best to take the pressure off of you
  • meaning they go out to play a lot
  • Loves playing dress up and letting them put makeup on him
  • Tea parties all the time!


  • The no chill dad
  • No one can get anywhere close to his baby 
  • Reads to them every night
  • Loves playing with them
  • nothing dangerous though
  • Loves watching movies and cartoons with her
  • Introduces them to comics
  • his daughter gets hooked for life
  • They look the same
  • Jason doesn’t think he’s worthy of being a father to something so precious
  • Daddy don’t be silly, you’re being dumb”
  • She has daddy’s savagery and sass
  • Can out-sass all her uncles
  • Jason is so proud he cries


  • Will make a lot of time for them even though he’s a workaholic
  • Take your child to work day?
  • You mean “Tim will brag to everyone and anyone day”
  • Teaches them about computers
  • Loves playing video-games with her
  • No violence allowed for his lil princess though! 
  • Takes naps with her on the couch


  • Damian want’s to keep them innocent and pure
  • So no Assassin training, no violence
  • Loves playing with them
  • But mostly in his own backyard because it’s safe
  • He’ll have a eye on them at all times
  • They have the same dark skin and green eyes
  • It’s beautiful
  • Has his daughter help him work out
  • Sitting on his back during pushups
  • Hanging on his back during pull ups
  • Teaches them how to draw
  • Let’s her color his drawings
  • Thinks it makes them 1000x better


  • Only over his dead body
  • You’ll find Bruce with two small ponitales, sitting at a tiny table with a small tea cup very many times
  • Forbids anyone to talk about it
  • The kid has him wrapped around her little finger 
  • She wants to dress up as batprincess for Halloween
  • He almost cries
  • You can see the tears welling
  • Denies it like a good lil Bat
  • Takes her to work all the time
  • Won’t get mad if she draws over his important papers
  • Kinda proud of it actually
  • All the people at work love he


With love,

✨ H.A.T.E  ✨

Peter Pan Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay

Requested: Yes,  Hi, can I get one where Pan & the reader are in HS and they don’t really get along but Pan always trys ti seduce her. Pan and the lost boys have a costume party and the reader dresses up as a sexy maid and Pan takes her to go to his room and smut.

Warnings: Swearing | smut | long | greaser!Pan | soc!reader

Summary: H.A.T.E = Having All These Emotions.

The word hate is a very well known word in the English language. Some say it’s rather strong, some say it’s something unnecessary to express. It’s avoidable; it’s easy to spread like a disease, it’s also just another four letter word that is shared among people. For this situation, it’s mainly between two.

Y/n L/n was one of the richest girls in town. 17 year old honors student, with a 4.0 average, and killer good looks next to her fabulous brain. Almost every girl wanted to be her friend, and for those who didn’t just bathed in their pool of, you guessed it, hatred.

Peter Pan was one of the baddest greasers in town. 18 going on 19, still a junior in high school, holding on to his 3.0 average for deal life (not really) and also killer good looks that could get any girl below his grade to swoon over him. 

The senior girls that he was supposed to be in the same grade with, didn’t want anything to do with him or his gang.

Including Y/n. 

But, that didn’t stop this greaser from flirting with her any chance he got. Every guy wanted nothing to do with him, thanks to his reputation, and for those who did? Good luck to them.

Y/n and Peter never got along since the day they met. The first day of high school, an awkward year for the both of them all started off with their orientation in the school’s gym. 

It was going fine, until a certain someone who was still on his childish side, decided to pull another certain someone’s skirt down right in front of everyone after the ceremony. Showing off her white, virgin panties. In front of every freshman. 

Just think about it.

Picture it in your head.

Prepubescent boys. E V E R Y W H E R E.  All witnessing the vulnerability of young Y/n in the start of the year.

“Why can’t you just grow up, you dumb hood!” 

“Maybe, I don’t want to grow up! Why can’t you just take a joke!”

“I hate you, Peter Pan! Till the day I die, you’re nothing but gum underneath my shoe!” 

“Right back atcha, princess.” 

And thus, the hatred grew from that day on to three years today. 

Now coming back to the present, on a Friday evening in October, we find our main characters to be sitting on opposite sides of their study hall classroom, waiting for the day to finally end and be free for the weekend. The class room was already divided into their own cliques, from Socs, to Greasers, to Middle class, you name it. Everyone was where they belonged. But, of course, this wasn’t just any day. It happened to be October 31, Halloween night. And guess who just so happens to be planing a stellar party, for all to those willing to come? I’ll give you one guess.

“So, as you all may know, tonight is the night where the dead roam the streets.” Peter starts, rubbing his hands together, as he scanned the classroom. “And I’m also sure you know I am cautious of your safety, so everyone is welcome to crash and have shelter at my place this Halloween night.”

Snickers are heard from the greaser side, partly of what Peter said, and the other being because of their passed out study hall teacher, drooling all over his desk and papers. With a roll of her eyes, Y/n responds.

“Why would anyone wanna go to your dump of a house? If I wanted to spend my Friday night with trash, I’d spend my hours standing in Wendy’s closet.”

Said girl starts to laugh at the insult, only to then realize she was just insulted. “Hey!”

Peter chuckles at the witty tongue he hates so much. Every time she opens her mouth, it’s an endless cycle of sarcasm and bitchiness. Leaning on a desk, he places his hands in his leather jacket, resting them just below his armpits.

“No one said you had to come, princess. I’m sure mommy and daddy don’t want you out past eight anyways. Wouldn’t want you damaging that pretty grade of yours, right next to that pretty face.”  Now the whole greaser side howled with laughter and ‘oohs’. Y/n scowls in anger, rolling her eyes yet again, ignoring his comment. “Aw, what’s the matter? Run out of things to say?”

“No. Just thought I’d give your brain a break, I mean, this is probably the most words I’ve ever heard you speak without stuttering like an idiot, or shrinking your vocabulary to one of a kindergartner’s. Tell me, grease, can you spell ‘damaging’?” Getting no response this time, Y/n only smirks, this time her side of the room laughing at his. “Just to humor you, because I guarantee no Socs are going if I’m not, I’ll come to your little party tonight.”

With a raise of his eyebrow, Peter licks his lips slowly, relaxing his hands and walking over to their side of the room. Two Socs that sat next to Y/n were quick to stand, blocking him from getting any closer. Having a silent stare down, Y/n places hands on their shoulders, smiling sweetly as she told them she could handle herself. Oh, the curve of her lips only made his blood boil. Not to mention how easily she could coax any man with just one curl of them, as they sat back down without protest.

“You sure a pretty little thing like you, can handle a party like mine? There are no rules, no limitations.”

“Ooh, big word, Pan,” He rolls his eyes at her comment, already bored with the conversation. “But, you’d be surprised what a ‘pretty little thing’, like me, can handle.”

“Care to give me an example, princess?” He asks, taking only a small step closer to her, his eyelids falling slightly as well as his voice. This sent chills through her body, but she’d rather die than let him see that it did. Never breaking eye contact, everyone around them waited for someone to make the next move. 

Until the bell rang. 

Everyone got up from their seats, the teacher practically falling out of his chair at the sudden wake up call, as the school day was finally over.

Inhaling sharply, Y/n drops eye contact first, taking her bag that Wendy held out for her, looking up at the tall boy one last time. “In your dreams, grease.”

“Rich girl.”



“Oh, real mature.” She glares, turning with her chin high in the air as if she won that fight. With a slight shake of his head, he signals his gang that it was time to leave, heading out to maybe steal some beers and cigs on the way back to his house. While walking, the youngest of the group spoke up to his leader.

“Why’re you and her always fighting,” Henry asks. “She’s a real nice girl, why you gotta pick at her all the time, man?”

“Simple. We hate each other.” Peter shrugs, adjusting the collar of his jacket.

“Now y’all don’t, it’s obvious you wanna fuck each other. Just both of your prides are too big for one of you to go for it. It’s cliche, Pan. The rich girl wanting to be with the bad boy because her parents are against it. She wants you, she’s just making you work for it.” Tiger Lily nudges him with her elbow, while twirling her switch blade in the other hand.

“And what makes you so sure?”

“Tiger’s middle class, Pan, and yet she hangs with us all the time instead of them. Because…” Felix drew out, inquiring for Pan to finish his sentence for him.

“I ain’t stupid, I know what you mean. But, you’re different, Tiger Lily. You’re like one of the guys, it’s easy for you to adapt and be like us. But, Y/n? A whole different story.”

“Hm. Well, plus I’m a girl. I can see the signs of want from a mile away, and she is dripping for you.”

“Okay, now you’re just being weird.” Peter shoves her playfully, Henry shaking his head, not satisfied with his answer. “Look, tonight if she drops her attitude with me, then so will I. But, until then, I hate her fucking guts.” 

Meanwhile, on the richer side of town, Y/n wandered around the costume store, in a dilemma with ‘which outfit would be perfect’ for this said occasion. Not just any Halloween costume will do, she needed something that will really catch…a certain someone’s attention.

“No. No. No. God, this is a definite no. This is so stupid, how hard could it be to find a decent costume?” Y/n groans loudly, Wendy only giggling at her frustration.

“Well, you are looking on the day of Halloween. You’re a little late on getting decent, let alone anything at all. I’m just going as a cat; drawing whiskers on my face and buying this tail and cat ears. See? Simple and I don’t have to spend a lot.”

“Uh, you’re so cheap.”

Wendy glares at her head, grumbling to herself while her arms were crossed like a child would do. “At least I’m not trying to impress a greaser.”

“Excuse me? Who says I’m trying to impress that delinquent?”

“It’s so obvious! The sexual tension between you two is so suffocating, I can barely stand it any longer! One day I’m gonna get you drunk off your ass and lock you in a room with him-”

“[Gasp] This is perfect!” She exclaims, finally finding an outfit she likes in the very back of a rack. “Sexy maid! It’s ironic because his place will most likely be filthy. Now what were you saying about a room and ass or something?”

Sighing heavily, Wendy just grabs Y/n’s arm, dragging her to the register. 

“You’re so oblivious, it hurts.”

The sun was finally setting, and the street lights had finally cut on. Halloween night was something the troublemakers all over the town looked forward to, that and Pan’s parties. Halloween and end of the year parties were his specialties, filled with one night stands, hangovers, and wild memories to tell your grand-babies someday. Once the clock hit 10, everyone was piling into Peter’s place, for those who don’t get to be inside due to space, had most of the party outside, the backyard or on his neighbors lawn instead. Luckily where he lived, everyone was cool with everyone on the block, so there were no worries on horny teenagers grinding on each other on their front lawn. As long as it stopped by 2 AM.

Y/n and her large group of Socs make there way inside, all dressed up in their costumes, ready to have a good time. Readjusting the tight costume that felt like it was covering not a damn thing, Y/n took a look around. The music was blasting, the room already reeking of alcohol, and bodies upon bodies were pressed up against one another. Wendy tugs on her arm, pointing to the dance floor.

“Let’s go dance, this is my song!”

“I am not dancing up on greaser trash!” She shouts over the music, “You go ahead, find a guy, hook up, I don’t care! I’m going to get a drink!”

Giving her a thumbs up in response, Wendy disappears into the crowd. Y/n finally makes her way over to the drink table, filling her red cup with what she suspected to be just beer. Taking a huge gulp of the liquid, the burning in her throat confirmed her suspicion. It went down horribly the first time, but after her third cup, she was starting to loosen up and bob to the beat of the song.

Swaying her hips from side to side, she barely noticed a mixed group of middle class and greaser boys staring in her direction. One being bold enough to approach her came up from behind her, pressing his front to her back, helping her sway to the motion a little better. Turning her head to see who it was, she sneered.

“Get your hands off me.” 

“Aw come on, baby, let’s just have a little fun~”

“I’ll give you to the count of three. Last warning.” 

The stranger leans in to whisper in her ear, only getting half of his sentence out until he was dragged away by a couple of Peter’s friends. Not too long, Peter replaced his spot, his hands gripping her waist tightly, keeping her pressed against him, holding her still.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Y/n growls slightly, the sound sending a pleasant feeling straight down to his manhood, but the anger of seeing another guy touch her was clouding over that feeling. Turning herself around, she was quick to push him off. 

“Fuck off, Pan. I’m here to have a good time, not waste it fighting with you.”

“Well then stop the search, because the ‘good time’ is right in front of you. What’s more fun then spending the night with the host of this sick party?”

“Avoiding him.” 

Y/n was about to walk away, only for her arm to be tugged right back. Groaning inwardly, she was about to give him another snarky comeback, only for the look on his face to wipe that idea completely. He looked troubled, almost uncertain of something. 

“Follow me.” 

“What part of ‘avoiding him’ did you not understand-”

“Please, love.” 

Now this caught her off guard. Him, Peter Pan, the ruthless greaser that didn’t ask nicely, and took what he wanted, was begging her? Oh, she was definitely about to use this against him later. But, for now. 



Did I ever tell you how much I love drawing Zacharie

anonymous asked:

For the Drabble challenge - can you do Roman and whoever with #3? PS - you're my fave<3

a/n: awww, thank you!!! also this is probably angstier than it should have been? whoops?

03. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

warnings: self-deprecating language and thoughts

When Roman walks into the living room, Morality is curled up on the couch. He’s got his favorite blanket—a baby blue one with pictures of puppies scattered across it—wrapped tightly around him, and a mug of hot chocolate sits forgotten on the floor. He’s staring aimlessly at the TV, where Spongebob is playing, and his eyes are puffy and red.

Roman’s heart breaks almost immediately upon seeing him.

“My love?” He waits until Patton look at him, startled, before continuing. “Whatever is the matter? Are you well?”

Patton offers him a wobbly smile. “Yeah, honey. Fine and dandy. Just a little tired, that’s all. Do you need something?”

“I need you to feel better,” Roman says, determined. “Shall I warm your hot chocolate back up?”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that. I—”

“I want to.”

Patton hesitates, then nods at him. Roman picks up his mug of hot chocolate, carries it into the kitchen and sticks it into the microwave. Then he brings it back to Patton, encouraging him to sit up and sip at it. “Thank you,” Patton says. “You’re so nice, Ro. So nice and good and—and—”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Roman says, alarmed by the sudden presence of tears in Patton’s eyes. “What troubles you? What can I do?”

“It’s nothing, really,” Patton says, scrubbing a hand across his face.

Roman curls an arm around Patton’s shoulders, drawing him close. “Come now, darling—I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid. Something’s clearly bothering you.”

“That,” Patton says, suddenly fierce—he straightens up, eyes brightening as though he’s just stumbled upon an enormous realization. “That’s what’s bothering me.”

“Oh. Um. And what is that, exactly?”

“I’ve been feeling off all day and I couldn’t figure out why, but—but it’s because of you,” Patton says, breathless with realization and—and—

And oh, that hurt to hear. “Me?”

“Yes, you. You’ve been doing that all day, the—the talking down on yourself, the—”

Well, that’s surprising. “Talk down on myself? Dear, I think you must have misunderstood. I never—”

“Yes, you do. The whole—the whole ‘I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid,’ thing—you’re not an idiot or stupid, Roman, you—”

“That was a joke, I didn’t—”

“No it wasn’t. It wasn’t, because it feels like it wasn’t.” Patton curls his hand into a fist over his heart, trembling. “It feels bad. You feel bad and it’s making Thomas feel bad and it’s making me feel bad.”

Roman stares at him for a moment, taken aback. “I—I apologize?”

“Yes, you need to,” Patton says, squirming around and taking Prince’s face in his hands. They’re still warm from being cupped around his hot chocolate. “But not to me, to you. You don’t deserve to be talked about like that, even if you think it’s just a joke.”

Roman adores Patton, he really does—but sometimes the things he says are terribly far-fetched. “Are you quite sure that this is what’s making you feel bad? Because I’ve felt fine all day, so I don’t—”

“A hundred percent sure,” Patton says, leaning forward to push his forehead against Roman’s. “And I’m sorry you feel this way, Roman. You’re not stupid, and you’re not mean, and you’re not unreasonable. You can do things that are—are stupid or mean or unreasonable, but that’s not who you are.”

And for some unfathomable reason, that makes tears prick at Roman’s eyes. What the fuck? He felt fine, he’d been feeling fine, he was perfect. “Patton—”

“You’re—you’re brave, and you’re confident, and you’re creative, and I love you and you should love you too.”

Why doesn’t Patton just tear his insides out? It would hurt less. “I don’t—Pat—”

“So don’t talk like that about yourself. At least—at least not for the rest of today. Give yourself a break, okay? You deserve it.”

No, he doesn’t. He hasn’t done anything good all day—he’s just been moping around and playing video games and coloring in stupid coloring books. He even snapped at Virgil and—and those stupid tears are trying to force their way down his cheeks and this is ridiculous. He brings up his hands to scrub them away, but Patton stops him.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Patton says, his voice unbearably gentle. “It’s okay to feel.”

And Roman is gone—his breath hitches, the first few tears roll down his face, and then he’s outright bawling. He pushes himself further into Patton’s embrace, burying his face against Patton’s shoulder and shuddering. Warm hands rub circles on his back, and Patton’s voice is a constant, soothing murmur in his ear.

“You’re alright, Roman, shh-shh. I’m here, I have you—everything’s okay, this is okay. We’re going to be just fine. There you go, that’s it.”

What the fuck has Patton done to him? He was perfectly fine, and then Patton just reached inside and yanked his heart out and oh, it hurts, but—but at the same time, he’s relieved. Patton knows. Patton can help. Patton is helping.

“Sweetheart, can you look at me?” Patton asks, urging Roman’s face up. When Roman’s eyes meet his, he leans forward to scattered kisses across Roman’s cheeks and forehead. “There you are. I’m so proud of you, Ro.”

Roman blinks wearily at him, lashes sticking together wetly.

“Oh, honey. Come here. Snuggles.”

Patton rearranges them on the couch until they’re both lying down, tangled together with each other and with Patton’s blanket. Patton continues to press little, reassuring kisses to Roman’s face, even as he relaxes and closes his eyes. Emotions are exhausting, and he knows they’ll have a lot to talk about soon, but—

But for now, he is loved, and he is safe, and he is okay.