also once upon a time inspired

KLANCE ALADDIN! AU SMUTSHOT

Rating: MATURE  (also, this is the incomplete version; full version on my AO3 - read till end for link.)

Summary: KLANCE SMLUFF (SMUT+FLUFF), or alternately, porn without plot on a fucking magic carpet (oho see what I did there?) and a lot of flirting. (I’m sorry but this is exactly what it is.)

A/N: HAVE! YOU! GUYS! SEEN! @emuyh-art ‘s KLANCE ALADDIN AU ART. Like many of the smut/porn I write, this one is no exception and was inspired by emu’s surprisingly not-so-sinful gorgeous art..AU credits to the amazing Fuwa beeb on twitter who keeps on producing all these AUs!!! 

(I cRY o(—<)

Also, because I ended up writing this, Klance College! AU will be updated next week instead –

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a damsel in distress –

Except Lance absolutely did not believe in those shitty “once upon a time”, when all the times life once-upon-a-timed him ended up with him back to the pathetic state of being single with a twisted personality, a broken heart, and a broken wrist – for he would sometimes forget that his fists were not made of concrete and that punching the poor inanimate soul out of a brick wall every time he got dumped was probably not the brightest idea in the history of mankind.

But that was before his dazzling prince charming came along and then Lance was once again head-over-heels in love with the idea of loving – alas, where’s the joy in history unless it repeats itself – and such was the beginning of the tragic downfall of the great young highness Lance McClain.

By “tragic” and “downfall”, it was to be understood as “oh shit I can’t get my hands off this smoking hotness that is Kogane and I don’t know what to do like, my mind’s telling me noooo but my body’s telling me yesssss” –

It was by unconventional interpretation that tragedy should be associated with such a preposterous definition but the Lance would hear nothing of it – tragedy shall be the new happiness if he demanded it.

“Hey, this is my fairy tale, so deal with it,” he would snap at all those innocent passerby who harboured the slightest intention of disapproving his curiously unconventional ways.

And such predisposition to rampant irascibility and unaccountable temperamental swings was perhaps what reduced him to be led by the nose by this vile, consuming existence those men of questionable wisdom termed as “Love”.

Yes, the great almighty Lance was very much in love at the moment, and with a man who owned a questionable magic carpet no less. And now as he stared at the beautiful creature that was Keith, looking up at him with those big wondrous eyes as Lance leaned slight over the balcony, he felt that his infatuation was beyond anything he had ever felt, and he was glad of it just as he was glad of love, despite its proneness to plunge him to the infernal depths of emotional fuckery.

“You think you can win me over if you showed me the world?” Lance flashed Keith his best flirtatious smile and leaned in closer. They were now a breath away and he could no longer distinguish the source of the treacherous warmth invading and spreading through his system – the summer heat or Keith fucking Kogane.

“Well, it’ll be shining, shimmering and splendid,” Keith replied in a sort of provocative half-whisper that almost made Lance lose his shit, “though not as splendid as you.”

Lance’s heart skipped a long unwanted beat, and begged that he would miraculously die because Keith with his game on was too much for him to handle.

But Lance was no coward.

Raising a brow suggestively he purred, “Oh? Just how splendid am I?”

“The very definition of splendor,” Keith said, and his breath fanned Lance’s purposefully parted lips. “I can open your eyes, take you wonder by wonder, over, sideways and under –” his voice seemed to drop an octave lower, “on a magical carpet ride.”

As much as the thought enthralled him, Lance could not help but prefer the beautiful man before him to explore his body instead –

Or performed variations of bodily exploration.

On Lance.

“How about you skip the ‘wonder by wonder’ part and just take mesideways and under’,” Lance said demurely, and was immensely pleased when Keith froze in front of him for a second. He brought his lips to Keith’s reddening ear and whispered in his most sinuous voice, “And what’s so magical about a magical carpet ride when I can ride you instead?”


[READ THE SMUTTY REST ON MY AO3]

once upon a dream

Originally posted by baekhyunstolemyeyeliner

◇ The palace always looked so perfect when you were looking in from the outside.

◇ Sehun x reader

◇ scarletheart!au

◇ this is kinda scarlet heart inspired but some things are different and the time line is a bit weird too lol / i also kinda rushed it bc i wanted to get something up??? Its also kinda angsty so yep

•••

The life of a hand maiden was cursed to be stiffling and boring. Every morning, you prepared the Queen her tea; chamomile, always, because she got easily stressed and was in dire need of a cup of calm.

After helping the Queen get dressed with four or five other hand maidens who really weren’t needed, you would follow the Queen wherever she went. Well, you and 5 other girls. Standing in twos, one row after the other, head bent to the ground and eyes timid and obedient.

You despised it.

Around afternoon, the Queen would be visited by her sons — usually the younger ones, because the elder princes were busy with running the kingdom.

There were 12 in total, but only 3 were hers. The others were sons of concubines, but the Queen was lucky to have had the eldest — Crown Prince Minseok. The second eldest of her sons was the 7th prince, Prince Jongdae, and then the youngest of all the princes, Prince Sehun.

You didn’t think it was fair at all, the life you had to live. And you weren’t even on the worst end of the spectrum! The peasants — they lived even worse. Many a time you had heard about how they scrapped for food, never washed and died from diseases you could easily cure in the palace. On the rare occasion that you were permitted to leave the castle, you were astounded by the rags that hung off their haggard bodies. Because of your job that you took at a young age, you had never had to experience such trouble.

But step into the castle, and it was a completely different story. The Queen never wore the same thing twice. Her clothes were made from the finest linen and silk, her jewellery intertwining vines of gold and precious stones. She drank the finest brewed tea, harvested from private land, and she ate the best cuts of meat. You would never see any of the royal family scrapping for food.

You wanted to hate them. All of them. But you couldn’t — not when your mind was plagued with thoughts of a person you could never have but still wanted.

Not when you were in love with the 12th prince.

•••

Your first encounter with Sehun took place when you were merely fifteen years of age — and he, seventeen.

You began as a simple palace servant girl, washing laundry in the nearby river to make money to feed your family. Your hands always ached and you felt as if you would turn blue from the icy coldness of the water, but nobody seemed to care.

As the youngest of the group of girls who were washing maids too, you were often given the largest pile which resulted in long hours and staying out until late to finish up.

You hadn’t eaten all day, your body was weak, the water was cold and your hands were numbing. You used all of your remaining strength on trying to get the sheets as clean as possible — and before you knew it, you began to get dizzy.

You barely had enough strength left in you to register the fatigue pulsing through your body, before your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you fell face first into the shallow water.

When you first wake, it feels hard to breathe — like something is clogging your lungs. It hurts to breathe, your chest aches and your throat is sore, and every time you inhale you can feel something that’s not supposed to be there in your lungs, and instinctively, you begin to cough erratically. You’re horrified to find water spilling out of your mouth from seemingly nowhere.

Your cloudy vision begins to clear, and your eyebrows furrow when you’re met with a ceiling instead of the night sky. And not the ceiling of the maid’s quarters, because you know that all too well.

“I am glad to see that you are awake.”

Your breath catches in your throat at the voice that resounds from your right, and you feel panic rise in your chest when you sit up and catch a glimpse of a luxuriously decorated room. Oh no. No, no, no, no.

“You know, it is mannerly to face the man who saved you.”

And so you turn, and you’re not faced with a man. You’re faced with a boy — the 12th prince, and automatically you’re rising to your knees despite the weakness in your body and hurriedly moving the bow. There are tears in your eyes because you’re well aware that this means the end of your career and your family is barely scraping by as it is—

You hear him sigh, and suddenly there’s a hand on your bicep pulling you up until you’re sitting back on your knees. You focus your gaze on anything that isn’t his eyes, including the candles burning a few metres away and the blue cloth of his robes.

“I don’t need you to bow,” he chastises, “I want to know why you were out so late, and alone, too. Where were the other maids?”

“S-sleeping, Your Highness,” you manage to whisper, inhaling a shaky breath. “I was finishing up my washing load. I-I’m sorry for bothering you, Your Highness.”

He ignores your apology, instead choosing to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “The Royal Physician said that you are malnourished. You are in no condition to be working…”

“I must work!” You cry hurriedly, a gasp following your statement when you realised that you just spoke without permission. “Please, forgive me, Your Highness, I—”

“You can speak,” he murmurs, “I will not punish you for speaking. I want to know why you’re working when you need to rest.”

His naivety astounds you. How nice it must be to live ignorantly within the castle walls. You’re not required to work, every sickness is cured, and you don’t have to beg for one morsel of food.

“I-I am a maid,” you say, confusion coating your words. Surely, he knew how his servants were living? “My wellbeing is not relevant. I must earn money for my family.”

“Surely, your parents work as well? Do you not have any siblings?”

“My father died years ago,” you frown. “My mother has recently contracted the plague that is terrorising outside of the castle. And I am the eldest of five. My siblings are merely children.”

He stays silent, but you can see the confusion and disbelief on his features. As minutes pass, you’re reminded that you have to return to your quarters so that you can at least get a few hours of sleep.

You bow your head deeply. “I apologise for troubling you, Your Highness. I must return to my quarters.”

You clamber up from what you realise with burning cheeks is his bed, and you’re ashamed of the indecency that you had displayed. You had only started working mere months ago! You could not jeopardise your source of income.

You vowed to never speak to the prince ever again. After all, you were a maid, and he was royalty. You had to be breaking at least one law — but the prince had other ideas.

Just a day after your incident with the prince, you were promoted to a court lady. You were in complete disbelief, for there were maids that had been in the palace for longer than you that had not been promoted. You were given a larger pay, better clothes, and you were required to run the bathhouse that the princes and the princess frequented.

It was no coincidence that on top of this, you seemed to orchestrate the 12th prince’s baths more than any of the others. He would ask you how you were adjusting, if you had eaten, how your mother and siblings were.

And then, as you grew older together, he began to ask you to accompany him for walks around the Royal Gardens, or to drink tea with him. He enjoyed visiting libraries too, and though he’d never admit it, he had a soft spot for toys too. But he couldn’t indulge in them too often, for it was almost time to celebrate his 20th birthday, and it was indecent to act in such a manner.

It was on the night of his 20th birthday that he first kissed you.

You met him in an almost abandoned area of the Royal Gardens, a place that went unseen for a majority of the year by most people. You brought him a special type of tea that you had bargained for with foreign traders, and expressed your gratitude that you would get to see him live another year.

And he had kissed you, and you had enjoyed it.

•••

Your mother grows more sick as each day passes. She had survived the plague from many years ago, but it had made her body weak and frail. She couldn’t work, and your siblings struggled to earn enough money for her treatments — after all, your mother had made you promise that you spent your money on food and clothing.

She dies on a sunny evening when the flowers are blooming and even the poorest peasants manage to be happy. You don’t get the news until a few days after when you are finally allowed a break from working, and the realisation that you had been living happily while your siblings mourned made you feel sick to the stomach.

But you couldn’t mourn. Not now, not ever. Sehun was worried that you hadn’t shed a tear for your mother’s passing, but you couldn’t afford to. You had more incentive to continue working now more than ever, and despite the 12th prince’s concern, you worked harder than ever.

He brought you flowers and held you close in the shelter of the large tree in the deepest part of the Royal Gardens. He offered to pay for a new home for your family, but as always, you refused. How suspicious would it look if you were suddenly able to afford a better house? Inappropriate relations with royalty were punishable by death.

It was a reality that you had to face, anyway: your mother was dead. And the fact that you had to face that reality made you hate life in the palace even more, where everything seemed to be completely perfect. However, like most things, under the surface was a different story.

The Crown Prince was sick. You were forbidden from letting those words from slipping out of your lips, but you could see it. Everyone could. Minseok grew paler and more frail as each day passed. The few times that you drew him a bath, he was in a cold sweat and stared into nothingness when you asked him if he wanted anything else. His lips were chapped and almost purple.

With Minseok’s obvious demise approaching, people were talking within the palace. For one: who would be the next Crown Prince? Logically, it would be the 2nd prince Luhan, but multiple times he had refused the throne. So the 3rd prince, then, Yifan. But there was one large problem with that.

He was power hungry. He aspired to be King, unlike most of his siblings, and who knew the lengths he would go through to make sure his position wasn’t threatened? The atmosphere in the castle was darkening, and the people both outside and inside the castle were unsettled.

The palace was beautiful at night. Since your promotion to hand maiden for the Queen, you had barely got to walk outside alone. But now, with the moon as your only light and the wind as your company, you felt as if you could breath.

In some way, you were glad for the distraction. It stopped you from thinking of your mother, and in turn stopped you from breaking down when you were meant to be alerting the court ladies at the bathhouse of the Queens emergency bath.

It’s only when you’re about to exit the main area of the palace and begin your walk to the bathhouse that you’re interrupted by the very man that plagued your thoughts.

Sehun walks in the opposite direction that you do, his eyes set on you. You’re prepared to completely ignore him, like you usually do in public, and you’re completely taken aback when he grasps your wrists.

“Your Highness!” Your eyes widen, but he gives you no time to question him. He drags you towards the gardens beside the pathway, until you come to a stop surrounded by the beautiful flowers that bloomed under the hard work of the grounds’ keeper. “Sehun—”

“We have to leave,” he pants. You look closer at his face, and you find yourself frowning at the clammy, pale skin and dried lips. “My love, we have to leave.”

Leave?” You mumble incredulously, eyebrows knitting together. “I have to inform the court ladies of the Queen’s bath! Why ever would we leave—?”

“Listen to me!” Sehun exclaims, grasping your hands shakily in his. “Minseok — Minseok is dead.”

You feel your heart drop to your stomach.“ D-dead?”

“Yifan ordered soldiers to kill him,” Sehun continues, glancing around frantically. “Yifan has been poisoning Minseok with mercury for years.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief as Sehun keeps rambling, and your chest suddenly feels tighter than usual.

“Yifan’s soldiers killed Baekhyun,” he finishes with a shaky breath, his eyes glassed over. “He’ll come after the rest of us. That’s why I’m here: run away with me.”

“Run away?” You echo. Your immediate response is to say yes, but you have to think deeper. “I have family Sehun. I can’t leave them alone. My siblings are only living because of the money I provide—!”

“We’ll take them with us,” he begs hurriedly. “All of us — my mother has a house just north of here. Nobody knows about it except me — they’ll never find us there.”

There’s hesitation painted on your features, and time is running out. You both duck hastily as you hear a band of soldiers run passed, shouting orders of ‘find them!’.

“Please,” he murmurs, his voice broken when he grasps your face between his hands. “I love you too much to leave you behind.”

“I… We—” Your words are cut off, but your tone is strong. You need to say this. You need to have closure. “Let’s go, then. Before the soldiers find us.”

He breaks into that beautiful smile he saved just for you, and you feel your heart lifting in elation — that is, of course, until your vision begins to get blurry, and you see the world around blacken.

“S—Sehun?” You cry out, your stomach twisting in realisation when suddenly there’s ruby red soaking through his robes. His skin fades to a paper white, his lips grey and veins standing out. “Sehun!”

•••

Your lungs flutter for air just like they did all those years ago, except their is no charming prince to help you wipe the tears from your cheeks.

You’re breathing heavy, but you almost always are after your nightmares. It didn’t bother you — the real problem was the disgusting sensation of false hope lingering in your heart. You never wanted to believe what happened was true, but it didn’t stop the world from moving on.

Even if you tried to deny it, you know what happened.

Sehun was killed fighting alongside his brother Baekhyun. He never made it far enough to stop you and lead you into the gardens like he had done so many times before. He had not been able to declare his love for you one last time. You had not run away with him.

The life of a hand maiden was cursed to be stiffling and boring. You wished you could be an average hand maiden, especially when your heart breaks every night.

Welcome to Lana Parrilla’s 2017 birthday project!

Official Twitter - twitter.com/embraceforlana


This year me and my friend decided to come up with something to all of Lana’s fans, the Evil Regals.


A couple months ago, Lana posted a picture on Instagram where she was using no make up. She also had her natural hair showing up. When she did this, she inspired lots of people to do the same, and it was beautiful. Seeing so many people accepting themselves as they are, opening themselves like that was amazing, and that’s what this project is gonna be about. The project is called Embrace The Natural You because that’s exactly what we are gonna do. We’re gonna take pictures using no make up and put it together on a video. (if you want to, you can show your natural hair too).

We’re gonna show her how brave she is for showing herself by showing her ourselves. We’re gonna show her how special she is and how special we are. This project is also a challenge. There are lots of times when I don’t feel beautiful enough, when I don’t feel beautiful at all.

This project is gonna challenge you all to accept yourselves, because you are beautiful, no matter what anyone says.

This project is about you finding strength, it’s about you raising your head and believing you are incredible, you’re everything. It’s about increasing your self-steem and about becoming yourself.

Above everything, it’s about making you smile.
And dear, I would love to see you smile. And I bet Lana would love it too.

So if you’re interested in joining the project, please read the instructions carefully.

1. WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO?

- You need to take a picture of yourself using NO make up and no filter. Wash your face, smile and that’s it. If you feel like showing your natural hair, you can do it too.

ATTENTION: take the picture in HORIZONTAL POSITION. We won’t accept pictures in vertical position. Example:


2. WHERE DO I SEND IT? AND HOW? UNTIL WHEN

- Send your picture to the e-mail embracingforlana@gmail.com with the subject EMBRACE THE NATURAL YOU. The deadline is JULY 1ST. You have until the FIRST DAY of July to send your picture. It gives you almost A MONTH, don’t be late.

3. WHAT SHOULD I WRITE ON THE E-MAIL?

- This is important! On the e-mail, please write:

. YOUR NAME
. YOUR AGE
. YOUR TWITTER USERNAME (if you have one)
. YOUR COUNTRY

EXAMPLE:

.GRETCHEN ODETE
.20 YEARS OLD
.@thefamousgretchen 
.BRAZIL

PS. I need you to write this information, otherwise I can’t identify you on the video.

I NEED IT TO BE IN ENGLISH OR PORTUGUESE!

If you don’t speak english or portuguese, please ask for someone to translate your e-mail for you! If you send it in another language, I will have a VERY hard time to put it all together.

4. I DON’T  WANNA SEND A PICTURE, CAN I JOIN IN IT IN ANY OTHER WAY?

- Unfortunatelly not. The project is all about pictures of your pretty faces.

5. I SHIP SWANQUEEN. I SHIP OUTLAWQUEEN. I SHIP GOLD-

- Your ship doesn’t matter. Not right now. This is a ship free thing, this is ALL about YOU and LANA. I’m tagging the ships on the post only to make it easier to find.

6. I’M NOT FEELING CONFIDENT, I’M UGLY, I HATE MYSELF.

- As Lady Gaga said once: “I’m beautiful in my way, I was born this way”. You’re beautiful. Don’t think for even a second that you’re less than that. If you need encouragement, here it is: YOU. ARE. PERFECT. So please, don’t let your insecurity keep you from joining this beautiful project. Do it for yourself, do it for us, do it for Lana.

7. IS LANA EVEN GONNA SEE IT?

Yes, I can guarantee that. The only thing I can’t ensure you is either she’s reacting or not.

8. I HAVE A DOUBT THAT YOU HAVEN’T SOLVED, HELP!

- You can tweet me: twitter.com/berry_sck or my friend who also happens to be called Letícia twitter.com/mayormillls  - we’re gonna solve any doubts you have. You can also send us an e-mail in the address I gave you before: embracingforlana@gmail.com or message twitter.com/embraceforlana

-

Well, that’s it. I hope you all like it! Please spread the word to the world, ask your friends to join and embrace the natural you!

RT the official tweet: https://twitter.com/embraceforlana/status/872290009109463040

THANK YOU and let’s make her birthday a birthday filled with love!

So once upon a time I read @blacklionshiro​ ‘s journey au where it was a crossover of the journey ps4 game and voltron. Inspired, I began to find the game and played it 2 months later upon doing so and got addicted. Now as a person who is also a voltron fan I pretty much jumped on the bandwagon of this lovely au. Its a pity there aren’t more of it. But anyway @blacklionshiro​ this is for you! Its the start of many drawings that will appear later on of your au! (starting from the beginning of the game to the mountain) I hope you like it! I know this one seems a little… spacey and blank, but i’ll learn to improve as I go. Hope you like it!

Masterpost of Journey AU

The episode Page 23 beholds a beautiful message of self-acceptance and personal growth. Regina went from being the person she hated the most to being someone she actually truly loved. She has finally come to terms with her darkness, but she also realized it didn’t define who she was. Regina finally accepted her entire self: the good, the bad and the unclear areas, and that’s something she (and we) should be very proud about.

Oh no, not me,
I never lost control.
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world.

A Day to Get Along

@azurathemagician I hope it’s alright to use your idea? I hope you read this. I’d be honored.

Not my idea, guys. :)

A/N: Inspired by @azurathemagician’s AU… (Is it an AU?) Or I guess roleplay. Diakko role reversal. I also tried switching the others up, not exactly changing everything, but giving them personalities kind of opposite from how they were, but not exactly… Sorry, it confuses me too. Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

 

A Day To Get Along: Story Start

 

Once upon a time…

In the Old English Continent, there stood a building, a monument, a testament, A school built upon bloodshed, hard work and experience, teaching all the dreamers the wisdom in learning for the mind, and the heart to believe.

Truly a magical place, both figuratively and literally.

Here, legends would continue to grow and spread their wings out, sprinkling joy and hope, and magic to the world.

And even in the present, none of that would change.

It would still give the mind wisdom, and the heart a reason to keep believing.

Thus, in the year XXXXX, Luna Nova opened its gates once more to the new generation that would continue to bear its morals.

We peek into its life… beginning now.

In the everyday life in the Institution of Luna Nova, a daily happening on their part occurred. Oh, in the lives of the peaceful students, yes… on a day so graceful and cal-

“Get Back here!!! Stop right there!

Well… so much for that.

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You’re Now Mine (P7)

TITLE: YOU’RE NOW MINE (PART 7)
SUMMARY:  I’VE DECIDED TO CONTINUE THE DRABBLE REQUEST INTO A THREE PART SERIES CONSIDERING THE REQUESTS TO WRITE MORE OF IT!

“FULFILLING A REQUEST FOR @LETS-PERSONOFINTERESTONTUMBIR! – “COULD YOU DO A DRABBLE FOR THE PERSEPHONE AU I DON’T KNOW IF YOU’VE SEEN ONCE UPON A TIME BUT THE EPISODE 1X07 REMINDED ME A LOT OF THIS STORY WHEN THE EVIL QUEEN RIPPED OUT THE HUNTSMEN’S HEART IF YOU COULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT IT WOULD BE AWESOME. THANK YOU.” “
WORDS: 2,098
WARNINGS: DARK AF, EMOTIONAL/MENTAL ABUSE, ANGST

MASTERPOST || PERSEPHONE || PART 6 || Part 8

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kinda like the soundtrack to some dystopian horror game, one that’s haunting but in a super aesthetic way 

listen here

disclaimers/infodump under the cut

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Presenting: Scorpius…the rapper. (I’m so sorry - I don’t know what any of this is.)

Doodle inspired in part by the incredible works of @platinasi. 😄Wishing you luck on the upcoming national nursing license exams!! ✨

-Yes, that’s supposed to be the Time-Turner on his chain. Gleams like gold, just the way the Malfoys like it. True, only the adults use this one in Cursed Child, but let’s just ignore that, okay?

-So I like to think Scorpius’s propensity for singing + killer pun game + tendency toward wordiness in general = rapper potential.

-Albus…disagrees.

-But you can’t deny that the boy who gave us “engorgimpressed” and “it’s time that time-turning became a thing of the past” wouldn’t be able to spit some clever rhymes. Plus he genuinely sings nearly every other line in the play so he’s clearly musically inclined.

-The biggest challenge he faces is choosing a rapper name to use during the one (1) week (albeit the longest week of poor Albus’s life) that he spends fixating on this potential career path. There are simply too many to choose from. I mean…

(Btw, Albus is normal, Scorpius is italics.)

-“Scorpius the Dreadless”

-“Malfoy the Unanxious”

-“Scorpion King”

-“Son of the Dark Lord” “Do you really want more people to call you that?” “I thought maybe I should just embrace it…”

-“Pepper Imp” “Scorpius, no, you can’t call yourself that.” “But there’s a Muggle rapper named after a Muggle candy! Have you ever tried Muggle candy? It’s fan-taaastic!”

-“$corpiu$” “We’re supposed to be English, remember?” “Oh, right…”

-“MC Awkward” (I shit you not, I took a rapper name quiz as Scorpius and this is what it came up with for him.)

-“Floorpius. It’ll make more sense when I’m famous for my breakdancing. I’m playing the long game, Albus.” “Please…no more-pius.” (Credit to @ohscorbus for coining “Floorpius.” Bless you for this gem.✨)

-“Hyper.i.on.am” “But you’ve changed it.” “So?” “So it’s technically not your middle name anymore.” “It’s close.” “It won’t make sense now, Scorpius.” “But I’m…so hyper…”

-“Master Malfoy…It’s what our House-elf calls me…”

-“Hyper Ion” “That’s not even clever.”

-“Lil Scorpy” “OKAY, ALBUS! THANK YOU FOR THE SUGGESTION.” “No, no, Scorpius, I was kidding - it was a joke!” “NOPE. I LIKE IT. CALL ME THAT.” “S-scorpius…p-please…I’m begging you…no.”

*12 hours later*

-“Scorpioncé” “Go to sleep, Scorpius.”

-He’s also definitely tried to commit the Twelve Uses of Dragon’s Blood to memory via rap. 

-And on one hand, I think Scorpius probably listens to songs and is entirely oblivious to any and all innuendo present, but on the other hand…engorgimpressed.

anonymous asked:

Can you recommend any good reinako fanfictions???

OH BOY CAN I EVER!

Unstoppable Force Meets Immovable Object by Krampus -
One of my all-time favorite fics, despite being AU and not featuring any of the other Senshi. Just, the best overall portrayal of Minako and Rei I’ve pretty much seen.

Deconstruction by Victoria G -
Also one of my all-time favorites, but this time it slots really well in-universe so I like to pretend this is 100% real canon.

Once Upon A Time by LoneWolfSkye -
I mentioned this fic one before, because it’s really good! Silver Millenium, with an interesting edge on the Senshi’s relationship with their princess.

Through Their Eyes by trusuprise -
Another Silver Millenium fic I absolutely love, because I just live for antagonism between Minako and Rei like you don’t believe.

Playlist by ladyhades -
Collection of music-inspired Reinako one shots. Pretty uniformly great.

Much Ado About Dragons by Crawlspace -
A really cute semi-AU where Rei tells Minako a fairytale she just made up.

The Confession by Reiko Mars -
Fluffy little one shot of fluff and cute

This is Just the Beginning by Krampus -
I wasn’t going to post more than one story by a writer, but I love this oneshot too much not to. Hella cute and fluffy, Silver Millenium.

Echoes of a Distant Demon by Sailor Doc -
PGSM-verse Reinako!

A Little Relaxation Now and Then by beckerbell -
Crystal Tokyo Reinako! Also, smutty, so you have been warned.

HOW ABOUT YOU DO YOU HAVE ANY RECOMMENDATIONS? I’m seriously always looking for more Reinako fics so please lemme know of any and I hope you enjoy the above as much as I have!

anonymous asked:

Being Prince Charming/David's sister would involve??

Being David/Charming’s sister would involve…

  • You would live with him and Snow.
  • Snow would be one of your best friends, but you would also be her baby sitter.
  • David would always call you his ‘little sister’, which would annoy you.
  • You and David would often spend long nights just talking about your childhood together, how much fun you two would have when you were younger.
  • “Remember the time when you climbed that tree Y/N and fell off? You broke your ankle and mom was so pissed off.”
  • “You’re the one that told me to climb it!”
  • David would talk about how he hated that his twin brother, James, was killed and that he had to take his place. It forced you to move into the castle too, and David hated it.
  • “I miss mom.”
  • “I do too Y/N. More than you know.”
  • Emma would be your best friend too, even though you were her aunt and you both were the same age.
  • Emma’s son Henry would also look up to you as his aunt, and you would be a big inspiration for him as he grew up.
  • Baby Neal would grow up to love you, his Auntie Y/N.
  • The Charming family would be happy and together all the time, you, David, Snow, Emma, Henry, and baby Neal.
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once upon a time I was obsessed with aratou and even dedicated playlists to them and one of them was fairytale-themed so this au thing was inspired by that playlist

now with a part 2!!

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Once Upon a Time 4x01 - ‘Do You Want to Build an Empire?’

An old flame of Regina’s mysteriously glides into in Storybrooke (played by Natalie Dormer, inspired by this (x).  Her name is Elsa and she wants Regina’s help in finding her missing sister, Anna.  And if she also happens to want to recapture the magic she once had with Regina…

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I love your art, i think you're SUPER skilled! I was wondering if you have any tips on improving and getting better at anatomy? Also stylization. How did you develop your art style?

Ohmgosh thank you you’re amazing and i want to hug you for saying such sweetie things to me ahhasdfJdskSFSAD. and tips?? hmm… I spent a long time thinking about these questions and how to answer them. Here I compiled all my personal advice and little mantra’s to myself and elaboration on each into three sections; improvement, anatomy, and stylization. gaw sorry this so looonnngg!!! but i wanted to cover as much as I could, so myeh here we go (mind you this is all stuff that works for me):

IMPROVEMENT

  1. Learn To Be Patient- Artistic improvement is a lot like losing weight; people become very discouraged when they don’t see immediate results, which makes them feel like they’ve made no progress. The fact is that improvement is so gradual that it’s hardly noticeable. So I encourage you to be patient, because after a couple months when you look back, you’ll be amazed by all the progress you’ve made, and trust me, it’s a great feeling. 
  2. Don’t Be Discouraged By Other Artists; Be Inspired!- This is something I see a lot, and it practically makes me weep. There are so many people I see on here that become completely discouraged about their art when they see someone else who is leaps and bounds better. In the worst case scenario, that discouragement turns to anger and jealousy, even hatred! I would know because I’ve been there once upon a time, but this is NOT the right way to handle it, and that it will get you nowhere. Now, whenever I see amazing art from another artist, I do become somewhat disheartened at first, but as I keep looking through their artwork, I steadily begin to be inspired; “OOooooo I like that linework,” “aaAAH I wanna try that!,” “kajsdfkasndfksad I LOVE THAT COLOR SCHEME,” and so on. I eventually reach the rationale that if they can do it, I can too! Turn that discouragement into encouragement! Desperation into inspiration! You also have to understand that these people are better because they put in the work, the effort, and the time to reach that level. Many of them have already gone through art school, have taken classes, and have had more time and instruction to develop and harness their skills, so duh, no wonder they’re better. One is not born with talent— you earn it. Discouragement is understandable, but jealousy is stupid. 
  3. Practice Does Not Make Perfect; It Makes Progress- No one’s perfect or ever will be. Not me your dog your grandma or your frog— no one! In turn, nothing you do or make or create will be perfect, so if you’re shootin’ for perfection you might as well shoot for the stars ‘cuz, HUH— DAT SHIT AIN’T HAPPENIN’. Practice will not make perfection, hate to break it to ya, but it makes progress, which is much more realistic and doable. So the more you practice, the better you’ll get!! Remember; you can only get better, not get worse.
  4. Don’t Be So Hard On Yourself- This is something I’m very guilty of, very guilty. I was really hard on myself when I was younger for not being better; I was extremely negative, downright cruel, harsh, unforgiving, borderline abusive, and I think I made myself cry more than anyone else did. Do not do this to yourself, it is unhealthy and it will damage you for a long time. Did being very hard on myself get me where I wanted to be faster? Sure, but it left a lot of mental scars I can’t mend— in the long run, it’s much healthier to be positive and forgiving. Do not be hard on yourself; I don’t want anyone to fuck themselves up like I did. If you need to talk or need help, you can talk to me. I’m always here to help and listen, something I never did for myself.
  5. Constructive Criticism Is Meant To Help You, Not Bring You Down, And Know The Difference Between Good And Bad Criticism, But Don’t Necessarily Disregard It When It’s Bad- This is another thing I see a lot of; people are so afraid of criticism!! Criticism is meant to help you see what you need to work on, to help you get better! When you shy away from it, you’re only preventing potential improvement! But of course, there are two kins of criticism, so it’s important to know the difference. Good Criticism is constructive. When you get this kind of criticism, I learnt that it should be like a sandwich; the beginning should be good things about your work, the middle should explain what you need to improve one, and the end should sum it all up and be overall positive. Now, it’s also important to factor in who gives you criticism. Criticism from another artist should be constructive, ‘cuz they’ve been there and understand how to help. Criticism from a viewer, who knows nothing about art, is less likely to be constructive, and will more likely be insulting and offensive, even if they didn’t mean it that way. This is Bad Criticism; basically an insult (even unintentionally) about your work. Something like, “You draw hands weird,” or, “your faces are funky,” or “you suck at arms,” and god forbid anything more horrible than that. Now, maybe this is shocking, but don’t completely disregard such comments. Yes, they can be downright mean and rude, but it is somewhat constructive; it’s just horribly worded. The idea is to not take these comments to heart, but just take them with a grain of salt. If they say you “suck at arms,” what they’re trying to say is that you need to work on your arms, because they can tell something ain’t right. I’m not just spitting this out either, I have experience in both these areas! STORY TIME; I was a little spitfire years ago, and I didn’t take to constructive criticism lightly, and whenever I got it, I’d be all upset and defensive (they were from other artist’s too). But those people were right, I realized after a while. The biggest spurts of improvement I got were when I received good criticism about my art, and I’m so thankful I listened. As far as bad criticism goes, someone once told me in a very roundabout way that I drew my eyes so big they were frightening. Yo, it was rude as shit and it hurt my feelings at the time! but they were also right. My eyes were too big, and after I toned it down, my art looked much better. Criticism is good you guys, even if it’s badly stated. 
  6. Know That, As An Artist, The Only Time You’ll Be Satisfied Is When You Realize That You’ll Never Be Satisfied- This is something I repeat to myself a lot, and it helps. There are people who go up to artist’s and say “wow I wish I drew like you!” and “you’re so good!” and so on. You need to understand that art is all about improvement, and no matter how good an artist may be, they are always seeking out ways to improve. There is never going to be a level at which you’ll be like “I’m good now i don’t need to improve anymore!” Nnno-no-no. Art doesn’t work that way, nothing really does. You’ll always want more, you’ll always feel the need to be better, and that’s okay! You should feel like that, but it’s unrealistic to pursue the ultimate level of perfection, as I mentioned earlier in number three. No matter how good you get, you’ll always seek to be better, and coming to terms with that is a truly satisfying feeling.
  7. It’s Completely Normal To Have ‘Swing-And-A-Miss’ Days- People can often come under the illusion that everything a good artist draws is perfect and that anything they draw is totally garbaggio. This mainly happens because when people go through an artist’s art blog, they see nothing ugly, or out of proportion, nada. Well, yeah. Why would an artist post his/her bad art? Artist’s want to show people their best stuff, not their failed crap. Every artist, whether at a novice level or a professional level, makes bad art every once in awhile. I have days where all my heads come out all funky and weird and gross, and then there are days that everything comes out nice like a dream! This is normal, this is natural. We all have swing-and-a-miss days, and I used this phrase for a reason. A baseball player doesn’t hit a home-run every time they step up to the plate, nor does every golfball player hit a hole-in-one on every course. Sometimes you’re gonna miss and that’s A-okay.
  8. Practice When You Can; Observe When You Can’t- A lot of artist’s say you have to, have to, have to practice drawing everyday in order to get good. Yes, it helps speed up improvement, but sometimes we don’t have a pencil and paper on us 24/7, sometimes life gets in the way, and that’s not your fault. This is why I feel that practice isn’t the sole player in improvement, and that simply observing can be very efficient. Whenever you find yourself without pencil and paper, just observe everything around you; study how clothes folds when people bend or move, take note of how light and shadow affect a figure. Just looking and analyzing and making mental notes to yourself can be very effective in its own right. Remember; you need your hands to draw, but you need your eyes to observe first.
  9. Don’t Force Yourself To Practice/Learn When You’re Not In The Mood- Do you remember in school, when you were in class in a subject you didn’t really care about, did you learn much? Did you pay attention as much as you would if it were something you found interesting? Likely the answer is no, you didn’t. It’s harder to learn things we find uninteresting, especially when we’re not in the mood to learn them. I’ve had this problem; I recently read a book that I felt I needed to learn from, but because I wasn’t in the mood, the first two chapters I read I can’t even begin to remember. But later, when I was in the mood, all up and ready and wanting to learn, the rest of the material stuck like glue. Simply put, sometimes you need to push yourself to learn things that will help you improve, but if you force yourself to when you’re in a bad mood, you’ll literally just be wasting time. Wait until you’re in a good mood, and learning material and having it stick will be much easier.
  10. How To Not Use ‘How To Draw’ Books/Tutorials-There are thousands of How-To books and tutorials out there, and a lot of them are great resources for learning! But not if you take them literally. For example, not everyone draws hands the same, and some people have different methods than others. These different methods aren’t wrong, they’re simply another way that someone draws hands. It’s the same with drawing figures; some people can draw, like, blocks and just shape it from there. Some people can use cylinder shapes and some just use simple lines. One, or two, or all, or none of these methods may work for you. These is why I wish more people would name their tutorials ‘How-I-Draw-Hands,” and so on. It basically comes down to you, and what works best for you.

ANATOMY

  1. Artistic Anatomy- There are more or less about 700 muscles in the human body, (oh yeah quite a daunting number) and learning anatomy for art can be quite taxing, especially if you’re teaching yourself (like me ugh). Fortunately, artist’s don’t need to know all 700 muscles to draw correct anatomy. For artists, we learn artistic anatomy, which only concerns the skeletal structure, tissues, and muscles that affect the surface form of the human figure. The book I’ve been using to teach myself anatomy is Classic Human Anatomy: The Artist’s Guide to Form, Function, and Movement by Valerie L. Winslow. Other good books for reference are like, training books, like Strength Training Anatomy by Frédéric Delavier. But learning anatomy is a slow process because anatomy is very complex, so pace yourself. Divide up the muscles; such as torso muscles, upper leg muscles, lower leg muscles, upper arm, forearm, shoulders, back, hands, feet, neck and head, etc. It’s gonna take a long time to learn it all, so try to tackle one section of the body at a time. My big thing is with hands right now, so I’ve just been focusing one that.
  2. Figure Drawing- It’s essential to learn anatomy for better artistic representation, but what’s just as important is figure drawing. Figure drawing is your golden key for better human figures and I’ll tell you why; it teaches you speed, proper proportions, and how the figure moves. The absolute best way to do figure drawing is with a live nude model, but if it’s too costly and there aren’t classes available in your area, there are plenty of sights online that you can use to substitute for now. Pixelovely is a great tool for figure drawing. Not only does it have a tool for human figures, it has a tool for animals, heads/facial expressions, hands, and feet, too! Other sights I like to use are Scott Eaton’s Bodies In Motion and Posemaniacs, and while I’m not particularly fond of deviantart, there’s a hullabaloo of people on there that make great stock photos just for artists. Also Andrew Loomis’ books, particularly Figure Drawing: For What It’s Worth, are absolutely amazing and I implore you to look into getting them. His books are goddamn gold.
  3. Studying Other Artist’s Work- Hrrmrnglemurnblehernfda… IIII haavee a story to thiiiss…. Once upon time, I. could not draw boys. For the LIFE of me. I couldn’t wrap my head around them. I could draw girls okay, ‘cuz they were easy for me but BOyZ were just this. WHoLe other thing I couldnt even begin to understand. BUT THEN— ..ah. omygod okay this is gonna kinda turn into a love story but goddammit it’s true… but then.. I discovered TeamFourStar, and TeamFourStar led me to Dragon Ball Z, and Dragon Ball Z led me tooo…. mmnngh,…… Vegeta. ohmygod. my heart. basically I just. I just fell in LOVE with Vegeta and he was all I wanted to draw for forever. but I couldnt draw boys at the time!! but I didn’t let it stop me, I LOVED HIM TOO MUCH. so i just started drawing Vegeta over and over and over again, and because I loved him so much I wanted to draw him well, I wanted to draw him right! So fukq. ohmygod. YES, I LITERALLY LEARNT EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT ANATOMY JUST SO I COULD DRAW VEGETA ANATOMICALLY CORRECT… AND IM STILL DOING IT JUST FOR HIM. I’m being one hundo honest; drawing Vegeta over and over again taught me how to draw men, and because he’s so muscular, I learnt a hell of a lot about muscles too. Studying Akira Toriyama’s anatomical style taught me a lot, and further inspired me to enhance my knowledge of the human figure with figure drawing, anatomy books, etc. The point of this story was to show how and why I started improving my anatomy. Vegeta makes my coca-cola go tokidoki. It beats only for him… I hope you don’t think I’m kidding. ‘Cuz I’m not. I’ll show you pictures.

STYLIZATION

  1. Realistic vs. Stylistic- Often I’ll see these, oh I dunno, kind of tutorial-esque posts about drawing hands or other body parts correctly, and pointing out what’s wrong— eh, example; one where an artist is pointing out that fingers have two joints, not one, and that if you draw just one it’s wrong, or if you draw the fingers like sausages with no joints it’s also wrong, blah blah. Well, realistically, yes, it’s wrong, but stylistically no no no. Realism has rules, but personal interpretation does not. It’s just like if you draw hands with four fingers instead of five; artist’s with a more cartoony style sometimes do this, and some don’t even put joints in them. Yeah, it may have only four fingers, but you still in fact know that it’s a hand. This is your own personal interpretation of the real, and after you know the rules, it’s okay to break them however you like to match your personal taste.
  2. ‘Mix-And-Match’ and ‘Give-And-Take’- This might sound a little obscure, but let me try to elaborate; an artist’s style is basically kind of a culmination of tiny details and tidbits from other artists styles. I’m inspired by a plethora of other artist’s work and how they draw this that way and that this way. From these I kind of ‘borrow’ little ideas and details here and there and loosely incorporate them in my own work, thusly, developing my personal style. Literally, you’re mixing all these little details together, seeing what matches to your liking, giving your style what you want to see and taking out what doesn’t work. Urrgh it’s hard to explain, but you just gotta try different things and see what you like. 
  3. Ask Yourself: Do You Want To Draw Like Someone Else, Or Do You Want To Draw Like You?- It’s easy to study someone else’s style and become so good at it that it’s now your style, but seeing this is always a little sad for me, ‘cuz; Why would you want to be a carbon copy of someone else instead of be you? Personally, even though I see these artists that draw very well and awesome and great, in the end, even if they’re better, I’d rather draw like me. My style represents who I am, and I’d much rather be me than somebody else. So ask yourself; do you want to have a style that represents someone else, or do you want to have a style that represents you?

AhhhAHHFa so that’s it! sorry that was so extensive and elaborate, but hopefully I helped somewhat??? myehasjfndkfdsasfsd well let me know if i did, and thanks for reading all this if you also did. dfarhmeysbasdfhn /runs away

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The official video for Lost Boy by Ruth B.

Video was inspired by OUAT. <33

(also it came out a week after pan died?)