although i should probably have figured out how to color this show before making them but


July’s Featured Game: SLARPG

DEVELOPER(S): Bobby “ponett” Schroeder
GENRE: RPG, Fantasy
SUMMARY: SLARPG is a short, turn-based RPG following the story of Melody Amaranth, a kindhearted but meek transgender fox who’s decided to learn healing magic and become a paladin. She’s joined by her adventurous girlfriend Allison, as well as their friends Claire (a sarcastic, rule-bending witch)(she is also trans) and Jodie (a dependable, somewhat motherly knight). Over the course of the story, our inexperienced heroes will meddle with forces beyond their control and find themselves responsible for the fate of their quaint little hometown. They’ll also fight some spherical frogs, travel to a forgotten land in the sky, befriend a robot or two, and anger the local librarian. But that should go without saying. 

Our Interview With The Dev Team Below The Cut!

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Hades!Harry pt. 1

  A/N: “Could you write about Hades!Harry??xx” I’ve never written anything like this before but i was so excited to step out of my comfort zone. I got a bit carried away so there will be a Part 2. Enjoy!

    Y/n didn’t find herself in scary situations that often. Her days consisted of tending to the crops, making sure her younger siblings are fed three times a day, and treading the two hour journey to the nearest market to sell anything she possibly could for extra cash. Her routine had been this way since her parents were killed out at sea a year ago. That’s all she knows; no major details or even a chance to bid them farewell.  

   They left, one morning, with the intention to trade goods with villagers that resided a couple hundred miles east of the Atlantic. They promised her and her two younger brothers that they would return in a month’s time. Unfortunately, the day after they departed, Y/n received a knock at the door and an unsealed letter with no return address stating that her Mother and Father had died. 

  “Ship caught fire. There were no survivors, sorry for you loss” 

    Y/n had been only seventeen at the time, but her wisdom was well beyond her years. It was that very wisdom that allowed her to take charge of the household and become the new guardian for her brothers. She wouldn’t call the death of her Parents ‘scary’. Incredibly tragic? Yes. But she had been raised to take on challenges when they’re thrown at her.

   The girl always stood by that, even when she found herself being dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by two dark figures. She kicked, flailed and scratched every chance she got. There was no way they would take her without a fight. The brawny black figures had managed to pin her down to the bed and tie her hands behind her back with chains. She blew a stray strand of hair from her face as they picked her up and made their way towards the door. She began to wonder how she had not heard them break the door down. 

 'God I’m so stupid’ she thought to herself, though she knew very well that even if she had heard them break into the cottage, she would’ve ended up in the very same position.

   Just before they carried her passed the boys’ room, she was able to peek in and see that they were staring back at her in sheer terror. Her heart broke. She was helpless and she knew they felt the same. It was obvious that whoever these people were, didn’t take an interest in the children and that was the only bright side she could find in this predicament. They throw her in the back of a horse-pulled carriage, one of the men stayed in the back to make sure she didn’t escape somehow. The floor of the carriage was covered in dirt and hay, the walls of it were just high enough to hide her from anyone passing by.

   The man beside her, who she could now see was wearing all black armor, proceeded to tie a cloth of some sort across her mouth to prevent any screaming. He left her nose exposed, which gave her the idea that they wanted her alive for some reason. 

 Numerous hours later

 The sun began to rise and she regained consciousness. She didn’t remember falling asleep but she couldn’t blame herself, she’s human.  The carriage came to an abrupt halt, which caused her to hit the top of her head on the wooden barrier. “mmh!” She groaned in pain; the man that had sat with her the entire night, flashed her an unapologetic smile. A few seconds later she was being lifted once again and pulled out of the cart. 

  She took this opportunity to look around and try to figure out where the hell they had taken her. It was like nothing she’d ever seen.

 Before her, stood a castle, bathed in charcoal colored bricks and dressed with Gargoyles at the large, Redwood double-doors. Her feet were still bare and she couldn’t help but wince every time she stepped on a pebble. The armor clad men showed no remorse as they pushed and pulled her every which way. The doors opened slowly, almost as if the structure itself had been expecting her.

  Once inside, her feet were brought relief by the cold marble flooring in the corridor; her eyes darting across the room. She spied million dollar paintings, two grand stair cases, and several stone pillars that kept the manor standing. It was hard to miss the other knight-like men who were posted at just about every corner. Without a moment to think she was, yet again, being guided rather roughly to a location that remained unknown to her. She gave up fighting a long time ago, figuring that if she kept her sanity in tact, she may be able to think up a way to save herself or find someone who can.

  They dragged her up the set of stairs to the left, and through a massive hallway. The walls in this particular area were made, not of wood or stone, but of skulls. Hundreds, possibly thousands of skulls, bound together to form a wall. She wondered how they did it, and if those people had been killed for that dumb reason. Y/n couldn’t help but wonder if her head would be an addition to the foyer. After examining the enclosure, she decided to look straight ahead. 

There at the end of the hallway, was another set of cherry colored doors. one door was slightly ajar and it allowed her to peek inside, the same way she did as she passed the room of her brothers not so long ago. She saw what looked to be a bed, a big one; garmented in a duvet the color of blood.

A bedroom?

They dropped her, upon their arrival to the room. They finally removed the chains from her arms as well as the cloth from her mouth. She fell to the floor, her arms covered in bruises and welts. She turned to face the men and opened her mouth to demand answers but was cut off off by the sound of another. A deep, raspy voice; coming from somewhere in the spacious room. 

“So glad you could make it”

She turned back to face the front, eyes locking with a man. He was tall and fit. He was someone she had seen before, she just couldn’t put her finger on where. “do i- hmm” she started but had stop and clear her throat, it had been hours since she had some water. “do i know you?” she asked, sheepishly. Something about his presence intimidated her.

“Yes and no” he smirked. He sauntered over to where she was sitting on the ground, rubbing at her sore arms. He crouched down to her level “you’ve probably seen me in an old carving or something of the sort” he ran his index finger across her jaw. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

‘i’m Harry. Although, if we’re being cordial I should give you my real name” he sighed. “Hades, lord of the underworld”. He studied the blank expression she was giving him. 

“I mean I added that bit about the underworld. Has a nice ring to it” he stated She still said nothing. “I’m not fond of it either, that’s why I make people call me Harry” he smiled before standing. She stared up at him, swallowing what moisture she had left in her dry mouth. 

“oooh don’t look at me like that” he chuckled. biting his bottom lip.

She clears her throat again “Why am I here?” her voice is smaller than its ever been. Part of her hoped he didn’t hear, afraid of how he would react. “Well, doll” He breathed. “I’ve been lonely for quite some time now. I used to have a lovely wife but….let’s just say….I let my temper get the best of me one evening” he snickered. She heard the men behind her stifle their laughter as well. 

“Anyways, i want another but I have standards. I’m five thousand years old, i’m not getting any younger and I know what you’re going to say ‘Harry you don’t look a day over twenty-three!’” he shrilled in a high pitched nasally voice. 

“I wasn’t going to say any-”

“Shh! I haven’t finished my monologue” he interjects. She, boldly, rolled her eyes.

“Long story short, you’re a smart, headstrong, young woman. I started watching you after your parents died…sorry about that by the way it wasn’t my intention” he confessed. Her eyes widened but she was frozen in shock by what she  had just heard. She waited for him to explain what he meant by that.

“I had gotten in a fight with Poseidon and it got a little out of hand I really am sorry, darling” his voice was filled with atonement. He looked back to her, searching for any sign of forgiveness. Even though was was the god of all things bad, he still possessed somewhat of a heart. She nodded, sensing a little bit of guilt in his words.

“What i’m trying to say here is, You’re my new Wife!” he declared. 

At the Zoo - Chapter 3

Thank you, really, to every single one of your comments on the previous chapter.

I was afraid you would hate it …. really afraid.

A little reprieve for our favorite baker, now. Time for him to look at the Red Pandas. (I know, they are the cutest ever.)

My deepest thanks to @xerxia31 and @dandelion-sunset for their beta skills and their help in making the story right :)

To @akai-echo you are a true artist, a magician of the images … thank you for lending me your talent.

I know, it’s not Monday, but I’ll be busy like a bee tomorrow so … early present :)

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3.  Ailurus fulgens.

“Have you written or painted anything lately?”

Peeta turned away from the windows he’d been gazing through for a couple of minutes - he had been lost in the simple movement of the willow tree, whose branches had seemed to be swaying with the gentle music of the wind.

He looked at Dr. Aurelius, seated in the armchair on the other side of the little table, looking the same as ever, focused on him, the same little smile on the corner of his lips as any other day.

And nodded.

“Which one?” the doctor asked, curious.

Peeta just shrugged. What did it matter to the doctor?

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anonymous asked:

How about a Riverdale one-shot with established Betty/Jughead? Betty got over Archie before summer and started dating Jughead during the summer, and they're still a couple when the show stars. You may have to change the episodes a bit. I hope that's okay with you.

Here you go!!! I only did the first episode because it turned out to be a lot longer than I thought it would be. But I hope you like it!!!

“Juggie!” Betty couldn’t help but yell as soon as she entered Pop’s and spotted her beanie wearing boyfriend. She had loved her internship, but she had missed him like crazy. Jughead’s face lit up when he saw her. He stood up and gave her a huge hug and a quick soft kiss. Betty knew that he wasn’t crazy about PDA. She would make sure that they found some alone time soon to really show each other how much they were missed.

“Betts, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Jughead said once they sat back down. “How was the internship?”

“It was amazing Juggie.” Betty clapped her hands in front of her in excitement. She had called him almost every night, so Jughead knew pretty much all of her stories, but she couldn’t help but gush some more about how incredible her time had been.

“I’m so happy for you.” Jughead said after she had finished talking. He reached across the table and took her hand, lacing their fingers together.

“What about you? How’s your great American novel coming along?” Betty asked, not failing to notice the happy smile that crossed Jughead’s face as he began to talk about his writing.

“It’s going well, although I’m pretty sure most of the town will be displeased at the way they are portrayed.” Jughead said with a small chuckle.

“And how am I portrayed?” Betty asked

“You’re just going to have to wait and find out.”

“Come on Juggie, please?” Betty begged

“Nope, no one can read this until it’s finished, no exceptions. Even for my beautiful girlfriend. But I will say that you are probably the person I had the most difficulty remaining objective about.”

“Aw” Betty smiled. Jughead prided himself in his ability to remain separate and objective about the town while writing. So the fact that he was admitting that it was hard to remain objective about her was one of the sweetest things that he could say.

“Hello” the two looked up as a girl approached them.

“Hi” Betty glanced in shock at the beautiful, dark-haired girl. She glanced at Jughead, unable to keep her insecurities from rearing their ugly head. Jughead was looking at the girl with slight curiosity, but nothing more. Betty mentally kicked herself for doubting him.

“I’m Veronica Lodge, I just moved here.” Veronica offered her hand to shake. Betty let go of Jughead’s hand and took the new girl’s.

“I’m Betty Cooper,” Betty replied, glancing over at Jughead who had started typing furiously. “And this is Jughead.”

“Jughead?” Veronica asked with a laugh

“Jughead Jones, the third.” Jughead added, giving Veronica a small smile before returning to his writing. Betty saw Veronica mouth his name and sent her a knowing look.

“What are you writing Jughead Jones the third?” Veronica asked

“I’m writing about you” Was Jughead’s simple reply

“Uh, he’s writing a novel about this town and some drama that happened over the summer.” Betty hurried to add, realizing how odd it sounded.

“Oh” Veronica looked like she was going to say more, but Pop came out at that moment with her order.

“Do you want to join us?” Betty asked

“Oh no, I should get this food back to my mom. But I’ll see you tomorrow in school right? It’ll be good to have some familiar faces.”

“Absolutely, I’m the one giving you your tour tomorrow.” Betty responded with a laugh.

“Perfect” Veronica gave them both a bright smile and then headed out of the door.

“Archie, that’s amazing” Betty said when Archie played them his song.

“Yeah, I thought we’d have to pretend to like it, but it was actually really good.” Kevin added in the way that only he could

“That was you?” Veronica asked as she joined them. Betty had introduced her to Kevin and Archie in the hall during the tour. She hadn’t missed the way that Veronica and Archie had looked at each other.

“Yes” Archie responded, blushing slightly

“Well, color me impressed.” Veronica said before turning to Betty. “So, where is that brooding boyfriend of yours?”

“Um…” Betty hesitated, sending a look at Archie who refused to meet her eyes. She still didn’t know exactly what had happened, but she did know that things were incredibly tense between Jughead and Archie at the moment. “He’s probably off writing somewhere” Betty answered vaguely, knowing that Veronica wasn’t fooled for a second.

“Uh huh…”

“Alright…well I have to go talk to Ms. Grundy about music classes.” Archie said and quickly picked up his things and bolted.

“What was that about?” Veronica asked when he was out of earshot

“Jughead and Archie are best friends, they have been for years. But over the summer they were supposed to go on a roadtrip, but Archie cancelled and didn’t give Jughead a reason…and then he apparently avoided Juggie for the rest of the summer. I was away at and internship so I’m still trying to figure out what happened.” Betty said with an unhappy sigh

“We’ll figure it out Betty” Kevin assured her. Betty gave him a small smile just as Jughead slid onto the bench next to her.

“Hi” he gave her a small peck on the cheek and then helped himself to half of her sandwich.

“I didn’t know all of that” Jughead stopped walking. Betty stopped beside him and looked at him curiously.

“All of what Juggie?”

“That you tried out for cheerleading and that Cheryl called you fat.” Jughead could barely contain his anger.

“It wasn’t really a big deal” Betty looked at her feet.

“Yes it is,” Jughead cupped her face in his hands. Betty looked up and met his eyes. Jughead felt a sudden want to punch Cheryl in the face for putting that sad look in Betty’s eyes. “Betty Cooper, you are a knockout, and anyone who doesn’t see that is an absolute moron.” Jughead said firmly, relaxing when she laughed.

“Thanks Juggie”

“Unfortunately, this means that I am going to have to break up with you”


“Yeah, I have a very delicate reputation to protect and if I am known to be dating a cheerleading, it will until my who mysterious aura.” Jughead stepped back, keeping a straight face.

“Juggie!” Betty yelled with a laugh and snatched his hands before he could take another step.

“I’m serious Betty, this is the end of us.”

“I can’t stand you” Betty laughed again, but tugged his hands so they were standing close together once again. Jughead wrapped his arms around her and joined in her laughter.

“No you don’t.” He said and planted a kiss on her lips.

“So Archie doesn’t have a girl or anything does he?”

“Nope” Betty said as she and Veronica walked along the track in their new cheerleading uniforms

“I’m thinking of asking him to the dance.”
“Oh Ronnie, you should. That would be perfect.” Betty gushed. She caught sight of their redheaded friend and nudged Veronica.

“Hey Archie!” Veronica shouted and Archie jogged over to them.

“Hey you two, nice outfits.”
“Thanks Archiekins. Will you go to the dance with me?”

“Uhh…I don’t know Ronnie, I’m not really in the headspace for a dance.” Archie looked to Betty for help, but she simply gave him a smile and a shrug. She hadn’t know Veronica for long, but she did know there was no arguing with her.

“Come on, you won’t let the new girl go unescorted will you?” Veronica pushed

“Of course not.” Archie said with a sigh.

“Perfect. You and Jughead can pick Betty and I up at my place.”
“Oh…” Archie hesitated

“Veronica I’m not going with Jughead” Betty hurried to say.

“What? Why not?”

“Um, dances aren’t really his thing. I was just going to go with Kevin.”

“Okay, well in that case I’ll be there” Archie said and jogged away. Betty glared over her shoulder at him, annoyed that he didn’t seem willing to try to mend things with Jughead.

“No, this is not happening.” Veronica said

“What isn’t?”

“This…all of this drama. I swore it all off when I left New York City. We are going to get Archie and Jughead talking and then we are going to get Jughead to come to the dance with you.”

“Veronica that’s not necessary.”

“Oh but Betty dear it is, I just want to have a group of friends without all of the in fighting that there was in my previous groups.”

“Okay, I’m all for mending things between Arch and Juggie, but I’m really okay with Jughead not going to the dance. I like him just the way he is, and he’s not really the dance type guy.”

“Well, we’ll focus on Archie and Jughead for now…” Veronica said pulling Betty along

And that was how, later that night, Archie and Jughead ended up locked inside of Betty’s room. Veronica and Betty shut the door, telling them to deal with their issues and then headed downstairs for a cup of tea.

“Do you think this will work?” Betty asked with a grimace as she heard the boys begin to shout. She hated to see the two of them fight. Both of them meant so much to her and they had all been friends for so long.

“Kevin said that they were best friends right?”

“Yeah, since I can remember”

“Then they’ll figure it out.”

“How are you so sure?” Betty said, gesturing upstairs where the yelling continued.

“Because best friends fight, but if they’ve been friends for that long than they are obviously close and one silly fight isn’t going to undo years of friendship.”

“I wish I knew what it was all about” Betty said

“When they are ready, they’ll tell you.” Veronica said “So, while they are distracted, how about we plot our next scheme”

“Veronica if you are talking about getting Jughead to the dance-”

“Yes that is exactly what I’m talking about” Veronica interrupted her. “If you can look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t want to go to the dance with Jughead then i will back down.”

“I…” Betty tried, but she couldn’t honestly tell Veronica that.

“That’s what I thought. And have you told Jughead how you feel?”

“No, I don’t want him to feel like I’m pressuring him into anything.”

“B, that boy is crazy about you. Anyone can tell that. He only has eyes for you and I have no doubt that he will do anything for you.”

“Exactly, I know if I ask him then he will feel like he has to go. I was sort of hoping that he would ask me on his own. But if he doesn’t want to go, that’s okay with me.” Betty shrugged. She would love to go to a dance with Juggie. To both get dressed up and slow dance together, but she really didn’t mind going with Kevin. She knew exactly who Jughead was, and she didn’t expect him to change.

“Okay Betty” Veronica dropped it with a disapproving look.

“Hey, do you hear that?” Betty asked, noticing that the yelling upstairs had stopped.

“Let’s go see if these idiots have figured it out yet” Veronica linked her arm in Betty’s as they headed up the stairs. They leaned their ears against the door but couldn’t hear anything inside. Betty took out the key and unlocked the door. Jughead and Archie were both lounging on her bed, looking just like they had a hundred times.

“Oh thank god” Betty said, jumping on the bed and hugging both of them. They laughed and hugged her back. “I hated seeing you two fight” Betty said pulling away.

“We did too” Archie admitted

“So you guys have everything figured out?” Veronica asked. Jughead and Archie exchanged a look.

“It’s a start” Jughead said finally.

“Good enough for me” Betty said, wrapping her arms around Jughead and kissing him on the cheek.

“Well this calls for a celebration. How about I go pick up some takeout from Pop’s and we can watch a movie or something?” Veronica offered.

“Oooh food” Jughead nodded appreciatively.

“Good, I’m glad you like the idea, because considering half of the food will be yours, you are coming with me to help me carry it buster.” Veronica said to Jughead

“Oh no, I’ll go with you Veronica” Betty said, standing up in alarm.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll go” Jughead stood up and started walking out the door.

“No really, I’ll go. You two should keep talking.” Betty pleaded. Jughead stopped and looked between Veronica and Betty. But Veronica slipped her arm in Jughead’s and practically dragged him out of the door.

“We’ll be back soon” She threw over her shoulder. Betty gave a sigh and sat back on the bed. She knew exactly why Veronica wanted Jughead to be the one to go with her.

“So why didn’t Betty want me to come with you?” Jughead asked almost immediately after they left the Coopers.

“Wow, you don’t beat around the bush, do you?” Veronica said with a laugh.

“No, so why?”

“Because she is an amazing and incredibly selfless person.” Veronica answered with a sigh.

“What?” Jughead had no idea where this conversation was leading

“Jug, Betty wants to go to the dance with you, but doesn’t want to tell you that because she knows you hate dances and she doesn’t want to force you into anything.”

“What?” Jughead said again, his mind spinning. “But I asked her about and she said she was going with Kevin. She didn’t seem that interested.”

“That was an act for your benefit. She knew that if she said she wanted to go you would’ve felt obligated to take her.”

“I would’ve taken her if I had know, of course I would. But obligated isn’t the right word.” Jughead shook his head. “Making Betty happy makes me happy. I’d do anything for her, plus she puts other people first always, I feel like it’s my job to make sure she gets put first.” Jughead was upset at himself for not noticing that Betty wanted to go to the dance.

“That’s what I thought. It’s why I told you even though she didn’t want me to. Because I could tell that this is how you would feel.” Veronica stopped walking and looked at Jughead.

“Thanks for telling me Veronica” Jughead said softly. “I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out myself.”

“Don’t beat yourself up, Betty’s a good little actress when she wants to be.”

“You have no idea…” Jughead said

“What do you mean?”

“Betty’s been putting on a brave face since she was little, I think it’s almost more of a habit now then a conscious decision.” Jughead thought about all of the times Betty showed up to school with a smile on her face, only to tell them later that something awful was going on at her home.

“Let’s make a pact, Jughead Jones the Third.” Veronica said, looking at him seriously.

“A pact about what?”

“A pact that we will make sure that Betty starts putting herself first and make sure that she shares her feelings instead of burying them inside.”

“Deal” Jughead said, sticking out his hand. Veronica took it and shook it firmly with a nod of her head.

“Good.” They dropped hands continued their way to Pop’s

“You know you are already helping her.” Jughead said after a few moments. “Her mom hates that she is cheerleading, but she is standing her ground, I think partly because of your influence.”

“Good for her” Veronica said with a happy smile.

“Veronica?” Jughead said hesitantly


“How do I ask Betty to the dance?” Jughead felt slightly embarrassed, he had never asked a girl to a dance. He had no idea how to go about doing it and didn’t want to mess it up. Betty was too important.

“Oh have you come to the right place little Jug.” Veronica said with a laugh.

“Betty?” Jughead asked softly later that night. The movie had ended and Veronica and Archie had made their exits. Jughead and Betty had remained cuddled on the couch in comfortable silence for a while after.

“Hmm?” She murmured, sinking further into his arms.

“I always thought that one thing we were really good at was being honest with each other, even when it was hard.” Betty shifted, sitting up so that she could look at him.

“Is this about what Veronica told you?” Betty guessed. Jughead moved so he was also sitting up and looked at her intently.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you wanted to go to the dance?”

“Because I didn’t want to force you into doing something that you didn’t wanted to do.”

But you didn’t even give me a chance Betts” Jughead pointed out

“Because if I told you that I wanted to go then you would feel like you had to take me. So I figured that if you really wanted to go then you would ask me.”

“I tried, but you said you were going with Kevin”
“That was you asking?” Betty asked with a raised eyebrow

“That was me trying to see if you wanted to go…” Jughead leaned forward and took her hands. “Look Betts, I really don’t care what we are doing, as long as we are together.  You telling me that you want to do something is not forcing me into anything. Seeing you smile and making you happy is what gives me happiness. And if my amazing girlfriend wants to go to a dance, then I’m going to take her to that dance.”

“You really want to get dressed up and listen to loud pop music and be surrounded by sweaty teenagers all night long?”

“No, I want to see you in a pretty dress and I want to hold you close as we dance and I want to see the jealous looks of every other guy in the room because they aren’t the ones with you.”

“You really want to go to the dance?” Betty reached up and brushed her hand along his cheek, her eyes filled with hope.

“I really want to go to the dance.” Jughead said, leaning down to kiss her softly. “Betty Cooper, will you go to the dance with me?” He whispered against her lips. He felt her smile and his stomach did a little flip.

“I would love to Juggie.” She said and pressed her lips back against his.

“Jughead relax, you look great” Archie said, grinning at him. Jughead’s hands dropped from where they had been straightening his bowtie.

“I feel ridiculous.” He said, tucking his shirt in for the tenth time.

“Jug, stop.” Archie said and knocked on Veronica’s apartment door.  Veronica swung the door open almost immediately. She was in a dark strapless dress.
“Hey boys”

“Wow…” Archie’s jaw was practically on the ground. “Ronnie you look amazing.”

“Thanks Archiekins, you are looking pretty dapper yourself. You two Jughead.” Veronica said giving him a wink. She stepped aside so that Jughead could look past her and see Betty. Jughead felt his heart skip a beat. She was wearing a gorgeous pink dress and her hair was down instead of up in its usual tight ponytail. Betty came up next to Veronica and looked Jughead up and down.

“God, my girlfriend is beautiful” Jughead said, causing the group to chuckle and Betty to blush. She came up to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“And my boyfriend is handsome.”

“Alright, you guys are making me sick with all of this sweetness. Let’s go” Veronica took Archie’s hand and pulled him away. Jughead laughed and offered Betty his arm. She hooked her in his and they headed off to the dance.

Jughead held Betty close as they swayed to the music. His fingers brushed her side where there was a piece of her dress cut away. His thumb ran along her bare skin. Betty sighed and leaned her head against his chest.

“Thanks for taking me Juggie” She mumbled against him.

anonymous asked:

Hello, beautiful author! I love your writing. You provide a depth of character that I appreciate so much. For COBLMF, whatever happened to Gale? He was possessive over Katniss and acted like her boyfriend every time Peeta saw him (not to mention that he kissed her) and I can't believe he won't try to cockblock again. Peeta would have to wonder about this K and G "relationship" Curious how/whether this came up. A final one shot? :)

Anon, thank you! You have unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) found one of my weaknesses. I detest loose ends. My hand slipped…for a couple thousand words. Oops. Not beta’d so any mistakes are solely my fault. Rated M-ish.

Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside

He manages to make it the entire Thanksgiving weekend without thinking about her too much. He’d forgotten how much work all the kids could be, although technically Vick is an adult now. In the madness of the holiday, he slips up and thinks about her three times. The first is when the bird comes out of the oven and his entire family can’t stop talking about how sweet it was of Katniss to share or wishing that she had at least been in town. Ignoring her asinine suggestion that she return here, Gale reminds them that if they move to the city, they’ll be able to see her more often. Before he can worry about it too much, he changes the subject to whatever nonfiction book Rory can’t seem to peel himself away from and that does the trick.

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A Small Flame || Jungkook || Pt. 3

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // 

Word Count: 5859

Genre: dystopian/utopian!au, angst, drama

Summary: In this colorless world, her vision was painted with streaks of the rainbow whenever she saw him and that was enough to start a rebellion.

A figure was pressed against the wall, seemingly struggling to get the sleepiness out of his eyes, though the brittle, harsh air stung every exposed part of his body and nipped until it seemed red. His lips were puckered as he purposely blew air out to watch it curl into a mist before his eyes. He let out a shudder and zipped up his black jacket with strange blue shapes. He thought about pulling his hood up but hesitated. However, a moment later, he quickly pulled his hands from his back pockets, flung his hood over his red ears, and shoved his hands back into his pockets before his fingers froze off. He was cold.

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Mine (G-Dragon Smut)

Reaction Imagine: In which you get jealous of seeing G-D and CL dance together and G-D comes over to see you with another guy (your way of unintentionally making him jealous)

It was hot despite the AC going as hard as it could.

   Dressed appropriately for the YG Family Tour, I felt oddly out of place. I wasn’t used to wearing dresses compared to the jeans and casual shirts I usually adorned. Though, since you were in VIP, I was forced to dress in something other than torn jeans and t-shirts with food stains on them. I felt better about being in shorts than a dress, though I wouldn’t call these shorts… more like fashionable underwear. They were skin-tight and black, allowing little room to be flexible, paired with translucent tights and high heels that made my feet hurt. The shirt itself was loose and “fashionable”, as Seungri had described it. It had little do with fashion, I told myself as I adjusted it once again to keep it covering my stomach. The only thing I’d picked out myself was the hat- and that was because I was too lazy to do the back of my hair. Some makeup artist had come over to my home, a stranger whose name I couldn’t even catch, painted my face before disappearing. Daesung had been with me, claiming him to be a friend. I took his word- the makeup artist wasn’t bad at all. I felt as if I were wearing nothing. Even then, I was hyper-aware of the eyeliner and lipstick- both dark colors that stood out against my pale skin.

   I sat in the VIP section with one of my close friends, a boy named Haesung who I’d known since we were in the second grade. Jiyong had managed to get us to sit in the VIP section, seeing as neither of us had wanted to go backstage- the view wasn’t as nice seeing things from the side and behind. Jiyong and I had “been together” a multitude of times, but neither of us had solidified the relationship- mostly because I was too chickenshit to say anything and Jiyong hadn’t said anything either. Even then, I came out to support him, excited to see him and Big Bang perform- seeing as they were your friends, as well.

   It wasn’t until Jiyong appeared on stage, dressed in all red and looking about ready to destroy everyone in the crowd that I realized just how lucky I was to have been with him. The lights went out except for the lasers on the stage, spotlights shining onto him as he strode across the floor, mic to his lips and words spitting out. The heat in the room made his skin glisten and I clapped along to the beat, cheering him on. And then CL came out from underneath the stage and I thought I’d faint. She was perfect in every way- her stage presence was strong, but then again I wasn’t a very good judge of it.

   Jiyong and CL rapped and sang together, showing more skinship than I thought they would. But she was CL for God’s sake- of course Jiyong would be all over her. So would I, if I had the chance. Even then, I couldn’t help but feel a pit of jealousy settle into my stomach as I watched her run her hands through her hair- an action I’d done three nights before. 

     CL was beautiful, amazing, and above all else- she was CL. It was irrational for me to feel jealous. Jiyong and I weren’t even dating, he probably just thought of me as a pastime. The truth hurt, but I’d accepted it.

   “Hey,” Haesung patted my shoulder, earning my attention. “You alright?”

   “Yeah!” I shouted back over the sound of the bass. Well, I was alright until I saw the end of the performance. CL was hugging Jiyong from the front, his hands holding her by the waist as she flipped her hair and gave a little smirk. I felt sick, but I pushed it down because- come on. She’s CL. She could have anyone she wants, and Jiyong was a perfect match for her- both of them were incredible performers, and there were tons of ships for them- trust me, I was in the shipping fandom.

   After the performances were over, I was to meet Jiyong back at his place, but to be honest- I wasn’t going to. After seeing him with CL, I realized how much better he could do than some girl that works at a zoo for a job. CL was perfect for him, even someone as blind as me could see that. When everything had ended, Jiyong looked at me, looking a bit breathless from his show, and nodded his head to backstage. I made a motion of cutting my neck, which was meant to tell him I was just going to go home. He looked confused for a moment and squinted into the bright lights. For a moment, I thought he was going motion me back again, but I realized that all eyes were on him- it would be too obvious.

   “You sure you’re alright?” Haesung asked as the two of us started outside of the concert arena, coats pulled over our frames.

   “Ah, I’m fine,” I dismissed the topic with a wave of my hand. It was dumb of me to get jealous anyway- I knew what I was getting myself into, anyhow. Haesung looked concerned, nonetheless.

   “You look a bit sick,” he said, frowning. I rolled my eyes.

   “That’s just how I look,” I retorted with a nonchalant shrug and a bat of your eyelashes. Haesung grinned in amusement, though his arm fell over your shoulder and pulled you into his side.

   “I should keep you warm- I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold,” Haesung smiled down at me.Having been friends for years, him doing such an action didn’t make me uncomfortable at all. In fact, it eased the jealousy I’d been feeling minutes before. Leaning into his embrace, an idea popped into my head and I quickly looked up at him.

    “Wanna have a movie night?” I asked him eagerly.

    Haesung grinned. “We haven’t had one of those in a while!”

    An hour later, Haesung and I sat on my couch, watching one of the horror movies Netflix had recommended. I was dressed in my pajama shorts, which really had been flannel pants that I accidentally cut too short, and a long t-shirt to compensate the unintentional leg I was showing. Beside me, Haesung had changed into one of the shirts he’d left over a while ago and his boxers, seeing as I didn’t have any bottoms that would fit him. I didn’t mind it, though- Haesung and I had been friends for years.

   “Y/N,” Haesung sighed, earning my attention. I looked from the television screen to him quickly, trying to watch both the movie and him at once. I noticed he’d set down the remote and moved his blanket off his legs, so I figured he had to go home. “Can you come here a second?” 

    I gave a dramatic huff of breath, although smiling, and grabbed the remote to pause the movie. As I reached for it, Haesung’s hands closed in around my wrist, gently stopping me. I looked at him quickly. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” Haesung breathed, suddenly closer to me than I remembered him having been. 

    For a moment, I pictured Jiyong’s face. I pictured him in my bed one particular morning, smiling sleepily at me before he left for rehearsal. And then I pictured him on stage with CL, looking in his natural state with such a gorgeous woman. I wouldn’t compare myself to CL, so instead, I found myself staring into Haesung’s eyes. My infatuation with Jiyong had gone too far. I would end up hurting myself, but Haesung… Haesung was a constant. He’d been my best friend for years, with me through thick and thin. He was the obvious choice- we were compatible, after all, but I never thought he felt that way about me. 

    I didn’t fight him off- not that I wanted to. Haesung leaned forward, gently pressing his lips against mine. It was an action that caught me off guard- I was so used to Jiyong’s rough, passionate kisses that Haesung’s felt dull in comparison. Even then, I needed to forget Jiyong. That would never turn into a relationship, no matter how often I dreamt it would. Instead, I allowed Haesung to kiss me, slowly moving his hands from my jaw to my shoulders. 

    “Was that okay?” Haesung breathed against my mouth, sounding a bit insecure as he did confident. 

    I nodded, biting onto my lip. Jiyong’s face popped into my mind again. It only stopped when I kissed Haesung, so I knew what I had to do. Smiling in his direction, I pressed our lips together again, momentarily forgetting how smug CL had looked as she ran her hands through Jiyong’s hair. I mimicked her action, gently pulling on Haesung’s hair as I climbed into his lap. He didn’t object, but instead let out a moan of surprise. 

    Haesung held me by the hips as his tongue entered my mouth. It was nowhere near as calculative and experienced as Jiyong’s was, but it was something. I sucked gently on his bottom lip, my stomach sinking with each kiss. I felt better about myself in that moment, knowing that I was getting back at Jiyong- even if he didn’t know it. Smirking inwardly, I grabbed Haesung by the collar of his shirt, slowly lifting it up and over his head. Haesung wasn’t as masculine, but he was still fit. I ran my fingers over his chest as I sucked on his neck, listening to him moan at my actions. 

    Without warning, Haesung laid back down onto the couch, allowing me to fully sit on his lap. I could feel a bulge in his boxer briefs, obvious from the thin material pressing up against me. His hands traveled up my own shirt, squeezing my ass for a brief movement before he sucked on my neck. Just as I moved to take my own shirt off, there was a heavy fist knocking on the door. I opted to ignore it, except the person didn’t leave. 

    “Hold on,” I sighed, kissing Haesung chastely before hopping over the top of the couch. I didn’t adjust my hair or clothes, seeing as I wanted the person to know I was busy and leave. Without checking to see who it was, I unlocked the door and pulled it back, ready to tell the visitor to leave when I met his eyes. 

    Jiyong stood before me, still dressed fashionably from the YG Family concert. He raised his eyebrows when he saw me, red marks forming on my neck and my hair ruffled considerably. His eyes narrowed. “Am I interrupting something?” Jiyong inquired in a low voice. 

    “Who’s here?” Haesung called from the couch breathlessly. 

    Jiyong looked at me in surprise, then to the inside of my house. “I have the same question,” he said lowly. I heard Haesung shuffle before he appeared in the door frame beside me, shirtless with marks forming on his chest and hair ruffled- not to mention his lips were now swollen and red. Jiyong’s look of surprise conformed to one of anger, his eyebrows furrowing. “Who the fuck are you?” He demanded. 

    Haesung looked surprised, “You’re G-Dragon. What’re you doing here?” Haesung knew Jiyong was one of my close friends, but he didn’t know to an extent. Looking awkward, Haesung continued, “Think you can come back later? Y/N and I are pretty… busy,” he looked at me with a smirk and wink, then back to Jiyong. 

    Jiyong laughed aloud, “How about this. What if you left and never came back?” 

    I sucked in a breath. Why was Jiyong acting like this? He certainly didn’t care when he was in my place hours before. Plus, it wasn’t exactly like we were dating. “Jiyong,” I said suddenly, avoiding his eyes, “maybe you should leave.” 

   Jiyong gave me a devilish grin. “Me? Maybe your little fuck buddy should leave,” his darkened eyes jumped to Haesung, who looked shocked that G-Dragon, someone who he considered an idol, was speaking so bluntly. 

   “Jiyong,” I sighed exasperatedly, “go home.” 

   “I’m not going anywhere, princess,” Jiyong retorted quickly. “I would suggest a threesome but then again, I’m not up for sharing.” 

    Haesung frowned, “Look, man, she told you to leave. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

   Jiyong gave an abrupt laugh. “You have about ten seconds to get the fuck out of here.” 

   Haesung raised his eyebrows, linking his arm around my waist and pulling me into his side. “Or what?” 

   “Come on, guys,” I exhaled, “Jiyong, you’re being immature. You too, Haesung.” Haesung rolled his eyes at me, but Jiyong simply grinned. 

   “Y/N, I think we need to talk,” Jiyong finally said, in a voice that was much too calm to be his. I stared at him for a moment, not entirely noticing that Haesung’s fingers were playing with the band of my pajama shorts. 

   “It’s not going to work out,” I sighed, not looking him in the eye. “We both knew you and I wouldn’t.” 

   “So you pick up another fuck buddy?” Jiyong demanded. “When were you going to tell me this?” 

   I stared at him in shock. “I… I didn’t think you’d care.” 

  Jiyong laughed bitterly. “Why wouldn’t I?” 

  “B-Because, you and CL-” I cut myself off, realizing how childish I sounded. I didn’t get claims to Jiyong, just as he didn’t to me. 

  “Jagiya,” Jiyong sighed, “it was just for show. Let me in so we can talk, please.” 

  Haesung quickly intervened, “Not a good a idea, friend.” 

  I squeezed my eyes tightly, making snap decisions. “Haesung, I think I should talk to Jiyong. Alone.” 

  Haesung stared at me incredulously, then to Jiyong. “What aren’t you telling me, Y/N?” 

  Jiyong interrupted, “She’s not telling you that Y/N and I have been fucking for the past three months.” 

   At his bluntness, Haesung’s eyes grew wide, darting from Jiyong to me. I couldn’t exactly deny it, so I just swallowed, sheepishly nodding. “You’re kidding me,” Haesung ran a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. Shaking his head in disbelief, Haesung grabbed his shirt off the couch, then threw a spiteful look in Jiyong’s direction. “I’m not giving up on you, Y/N. Let me know when you’re done being with boys and come find me.” 

   “Oh, I’m sure I can take care of her,” Jiyong brushed past his shoulder and into my house, smirking triumphantly as he shrugged off his coat. Haesung glared at him before pulling me in for a kiss. He crashed our lips together in a way that felt mundane before smugly walking from my apartment. I could hear the low growl in Jiyong’s throat as I shut the door and locked it, turning to face him. 

   I noticed the look Jiyong was giving me and rolled my eyes. “What, you can go around fucking other girls but I make out with one guy and suddenly I’m the bad person?” 

   Jiyong scoffed, “I haven’t been fucking anyone else, princess.” 

   I laughed aloud, “I saw the look you gave CL. You might as well have had ‘I’m taking her home’ written on your damn forehead, Kwon Jiyong.” Jiyong gave you an amused look, eyebrows raised and that killer smile on his face. I scowled. 

   “You were jealous then, huh princess?” Jiyong smirked, biting down on his lower lip. I rolled my eyes, not going to give him the satisfaction. Folding my arms over my chest, I leaned back against the wall, staring daggers at him. Jiyong sat on the top of my couch, grinning. Swinging his legs tauntingly, he dropped onto his feet, sauntering towards me. “There’s no need to be jealous, jagiya… I’m all yours.” 

   He whispered this against my cheek, his teeth nibbling on my earlobe. I grabbed him by his shirt and shoved him backwards, watching him stumble into the couch. “I’m not jealous,” I told him sharply. Jiyong stared at me, one eyebrow raised in amusement. 

   “Oh, so if I were to call CL and fuck her tonight you wouldn’t care?” Jiyong retorted quickly. 

   I shrugged, “I’d be able to spend the night with Haesung. That boy has a mouth on-” before I could finish my sentence, Jiyong rushed me, shoving me up against the wall. He roughly pressed his lips to mine and I felt relief fill me- his kiss was everything Haesung’s wasn’t. Grabbing one of my legs and wrapping it around his hips, Jiyong angled himself against me, biting down on my lower lip hard enough to make me cry out. 

    “Don’t say shit like that,” Jiyong growled, his eyes narrowed to slits. 

    I made to speak but Jiyong angled his hips into my core, causing me to moan in pleasure. “Like what?” I managed to say breathlessly. “If you hadn’t come and barged in, Haesung could be fucking me into the couch right now.” 

    Without warning, Jiyong tackled me onto the cushions, feverishly planting kisses along my throat, biting and going over the marks Haesung left, making them his. “Get on your knees,” he ordered harshly. I didn’t object, sliding off the couch and staring up at Jiyong as his unbuttoned his pants. His erection sprang free, already leaking from the tip. He gave himself three quick jerks before he grabbed the back of my head. I eagerly took him between my lips, moaning and sending vibrations up his member as he fucked my mouth. “This is my couch,” Jiyong groaned out. “My girl, sucking my cock like a good little slut.” 

    At his words, I couldn’t stop my free hand from rubbing the cloth of my pajamas against my core, moaning from how good the friction felt. Before Jiyong could finish in my mouth, he picked me up and sat me on his lap, rocking his hips against the fabric of my pajamas. “Haesung will never have you like this,” he growled as he grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head. I was still in my bra from the concert, one that was flashy even though I figured no one would see it. Biting onto his lip, Jiyong quickly unclasped the back of it and tossed it somewhere in the living room. 

    I threw my head back, moaning in pleasure as his warm tongue swirled around my nipple. One of his hand pulled at my other breast, kneading it as he sucked on the first. My hands pulled at his hair, where CL’s hands had been hours before. This was mine, I told myself. Eagerly, I helped Jiyong out of his shirt, appreciatively kissing his chest.

    “Get the fuck out of these,” Jiyong demanded, pulling eagerly at my pajama pants. Without hesitation, I stood up, sliding them off along with my thong. Sitting on my couch, Jiyong stared at him, eyes narrowed and his expression hungry as he eyes my now-naked body. Ironically, one of CL’s songs had begun playing from my phone in its radio dock. The low bass shook from the loud speakers, shaking the floor and drowning out Jiyong’s moan. He stared at me, naked and bruising, as his hand moved quickly up and down his cock. A loud yell escaped his lips as he came in sporadic spurts of white release. 

    I fell onto the couch beside him, opting for kissing as he grew hard again. Knowing he was sensitive, I sucked at his flaccid member, licking the seed off him. Jiyong moaned, fidgeting as I did so. Jiyong leaned forward, kissing me and tasting himself on my tongue. He pressed his lips onto my throat, nibbling at it as he kissed his way down my chest. He stopped at my breasts once again, biting down on my nipples and causing me to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He moved down the couch so that his lips were angled with my thighs. He sucked on the inner part of them, ignoring the needy bundle of nerves before him. I pulled on his hair, whining softly. 

    Jiyong blew a warm breath of air onto my clit. I moaned loudly, throwing my head back and biting down on my swollen lip. “All for me,” he whispered against my sex, smirking up at me. “Only for me,” he repeated dominantly, to which I nodded quickly in agreement. “I don’t to hear anymore about Haesung, got it? Your pussy is mine and mine only- I don’t like to share, princess.” 

    “Fuck, Jiyong,” I managed to say in a hoarse voice, “just lick it.” 

   Jiyong raised an eyebrow at me, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. “Are you ordering me around, baby girl?” I knew this all too well. Shaking my head, Jiyong smirked, pressing his tongue flat against my clit. I cried out in surprise, tugging at his platinum hair. I felt his tongue slide into my opening, licking around and tasting me. Just as I got close, Jiyong sat up, grinning widely. At the sight of his lips glistening with my juices, I clenched my teeth, my chest rising and falling with quick, sharp breaths. 

    “How far did you and Haesung go?” Jiyong whispered against my lips, allowing me to taste myself on his. He ground his hips against mine, the head of his now-erect cock sliding up against my spread legs. 

    I gasped breathlessly, “I thought you didn’t want to hear anymore about him.” 

   Jiyong grabbed one of my legs, wrapping it around his hip as he positioned himself at my entrance. “What did I say?” He growled, staring down at me. 

   I swallowed, “He… He was about to take my shirt off.” 

  He tasked in disapproval. Suddenly, he thrust into me, and I gasped loudly at the abrupt fullness. As slowly as possible, he removed himself until only the head of his manhood remained, then angled his hips and pounded into me once again. My nails were digging crescents into his back as he thrust. “He’ll never feel your walls around him,” Jiyong whispered against my throat, his thumb pulling down on my bottom lip. “He’ll never release inside you like I will.” 

   I cried out once again as Jiyong lifted me off the couch. Everything spun for a moment until I felt my back hit the wall of my kitchen. He pounded into me relentless, moving across the kitchen as if every surface were on fire. At one point we were on the floor and I was riding him, moaning loudly as his hands  cupped my breasts, pulling at my nipples affectionately. Not even a second later he flipped us over and I was sitting on the counter of the sink, hot water suddenly spewing out onto my ass as he pumped himself against my center. 

   “God, princess, you feel so good,” he moaned against my throat, sucking lightly on it. I didn’t trust myself to speak so I simply ran my hands through his hair, tugging on it when he hit my g-spot once again. 

    “You’re so big,” I threw my head back, allowing him access to my throat. My words seemed to have an effect on him, seeing as he let out a loud moan against my neck as he shoved himself into me again. “Fuck, Jiyong,” I ran my nails down his back, hoping that it’d leave marks. 

    Jiyong picked me off the counter, bumping into each wall before he found my bed. Without ever leaving me, Jiyong angled himself again, though instead of kissing me he sucked on one of my breasts. “I’m close, princess,” he said gruffly, still holding one of my legs around him. He moved so that he pressed up against that bundle of nerves. I felt the familiar heat pool at my spread legs and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. 

    “Jiyong,” I moaned. His eyes opened quickly, looking at me before narrowing into a smirk. 

    “Come with me, princess,” he groaned. I lost all ability to speak as Jiyong’s pace became more rapid. Suddenly, he thrust into me, spilling his hot release inside of me. I felt my own juices leak out, covering his cock in me. He stayed there for a moment, irregularly pounding into me, milking himself of all he had before collapsing onto my body. He stayed inside me for a moment, slowly removing himself. I winced at the sudden loss. 

    I stared up at the ceiling of my bedroom breathlessly. 

    “All mine,” Jiyong whispered, his hand drawing circles into my abdomen. He linked his arm around my waist and propped his head up with his other arm. He stared down at me, smiling genuinely. “Now, jagiya, I don’t want you jealous anymore, okay? You’re the only one who I want,” he pressed his lips down against mine. Like Haesung’s, it was a gentle kiss, except this one I felt- this one had emotion, this one had passion. This one captured everything Jiyong  and I had ever done into one moment. 

    “Okay,” I smiled against his lips, my cheeks and chest flushed.  

   Jiyong laid his head down onto my breasts, listening to my heartbeat through my torso. Knowing I was sensitive, his hand innocently traveled down to between my legs, absentmindedly playing with my clit. I stifled a moan by biting down on my tongue, but Jiyong had other ideas. “I have to ask you something,” he said, one finger teasing my entrance. 

    I sucked in a breath, “Ask me.” 

   His index finger entered me, causing me to moan in surprise. Instead of smirking, he was smiling, his tongue licking over my breast before he brought his eyes up to mine.

     “Be my girlfriend?” 

anonymous asked:

Hey, I have zero experience in drawing or any kind of manual art like that. But I've decided I want to try and learn even just the basics, but the resources online are sketchy and I have no knowledge to be able to decipher what's good and what's not. I really love your art, I know you probably get this a lot but where do you think I should start?

ALRIGHT alright alright I’m going to make this some sort of ”beginner artist” masterpost and include as many resources as I possibly can. I am going to assume you want to focus on the ”drawing” aspects of art since it can take many forms. Here are some pointers and resources I consider vital when learning how to draw, things I’ve learned from multiple art oriented courses. This is going to be a very quick and general thing and I’ll make some serious and properly drawn tutorials in the future (the drawings in this one are going to be embarrassing, try to only take the general idea from them) but to start off:

  • Before you jump into drawing in any particular style, learn your realism.

This is probably mistake #1 in many young art enthusiasts: they go straight into wanting to draw either anime, or a particular cartoon’s style because a stylized form of art is much more appealing to them than realistic things. Which is valid, but I’ll have you know in order to get any of those styles right, you have to learn the basics AND ONLY THEN proceed to use that knowledge to ”deform” said realism into any style you want. Be it learning from life drawing and observing, pictures online of real people or animals. When you look at a big household name in the artist world’s work, as flashy as their stuff might be, a trained eye is able to tell immediately if the person has proper anatomical knowledge or not, no matter how much they try to mask it with ”this is just my style.” Let me show you an example: 

(excuse the 5 minute sketches pls, note these are actually highly inaccurate (the knees should be placed lower on the second drawing and calves shouldn’t be as big as the thighs) but I wanted to demonstrate ”realistic proportions” in contrast to more of a stylized drawing in a really quick way, a google search for “human anatomy” will bring up much more accurate visual representations of all this so I highly recommend doing that)

But basically in order to play around with anatomy you first need to learn realistic proportions (you don’t need to absolutely master them or anything, but you need to know things like the distance between the forehead, eyes + nose and chin correlate, places where fat stores in comparison to where muscle stores, the size of the forearm until in reaches the wrist/arm are practically the same, arms + hands reach below the hipbone and halfway to the the upper thigh) and only then proceed to bend those rules to create your own stylized version of things, which means you get to play around with a lot of shapes like so: 


For the love of all that is holy make use of guidelines, whether with a light colored blue or red pencil if you’re drawing by hand or a sketch layer in Photoshop/SAI etc. They will help out so much when it comes to knowing where you should place each feature. Many people attempt to draw directly without them and while after a lot of practice it might work, to start off you really need to understand basic figure building.

(I’m literally drawing all these one drawing a minute excuse the shittiness I’m just trying to get the point across ahah gOD THESE ARE PISSPOOR)

  • Carry a little sketchbook with you if you can and draw strangers while riding the train, bus, etc. Just draw whatever you see.

It’s not only entertaining when you might be bored out of your mind but extremely productive to draw people, animals, scenery, anything you can see that you might want to sketch out for practice, you can. No better way to learn than real life. 

  • Take time to draw. And draw. And draw.

You will not learn or improve overnight, bettering yourself when it comes to art is an endless and ongoing lifelong process. But it won’t be due to osmosis, you gotta sit your ass down and draw as frequently as you can afford to (although excesses can be bad for you, learn to also take breaks and find comfortable positions because drawing CAN REALLY MESS UP YOUR BACK like badly and you don’t wanna end up hunched over because of it or with tendonitis) But believe me: practice makes perfect and if you learn to observe and understand why you’re drawing what you’re drawing, why are you placing that line where you’re placing it and start thinking in 3D, you will surely improve.

Now for the part you truly want to look out for -






Last but not least, some artists that inspire me beyond words and that might also inspire you.

I hope this helps!

Our First and Last (Ch. 11)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 |

 Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 (Final)

  • Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (MAIN) | Park Jimin x Kim Taehyung | Jung Hoseok x Min Yoongi | Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin
  • Genre: angst and fluff, soulmate au, scifi
  • Words: 2,847
  • Description: “We’re talking universes where the laws of physics are different and where matter isn’t made up of atoms but some other type of particle that is unable to interact with those in this universe because it is off by some minute degree in the fabric of space-time, which is why we aren’t able to sense and thus perceive it.”

“Dr. Park, I’m actually feeling a lot better these days.” Jungkook says as he’s sitting across from Jimin, back in the office that he’s come to know all too well.

“Oh, how so?” Jimin says, raising his eyebrow and pretending that he hasn’t noticed Jungkook’s change in temperament. The latter’s attitude has improved so much, and Jimin would be blind to not notice he looks less worn out recently too. Although the signs on the outside were unmistakable, Jimin was still trying to be cautious, not wanting to jump to conclusions before Jungkook actually voiced his inner feelings himself.

“I feel more alive…shit that sounds gay….” Jungkook looks down and huffs a laugh. He bites his lip, trying to think of the best way to explain because he was never the type to be good at expressing himself or opening up, since he’s been an expert at bottling up his emotions for years now.

“Jungkook” Jimin says softly. The young neurosurgeon raises his eyes to look into Jimin’s. “Whatever you’re comfortable telling me.”

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Happy Birthday, Pidge-kid!

Title: Team Voltron x Reader

Author: Admin Miraculous

Word Count: 2302// Character Count:12837

Notes: I know no one is going to read this, but enjoy it nonetheless. tbh I don’t even know why I post my oneshots on here anymore,,, this was an old oneshot that I revamped

Princess Allura had called an emergency afternoon meeting between the Paladins of Voltron, surprisingly Pidge was let off the hook and allowed to do what they pleased. As the young Green Paladin left with a smug look on her face the others stared in confusion. You frowned, you and Pidge were supposed to add some more upgrades to Green.

Lance let out a loud groan. “Oh, come on! How come Pidge gets to leave!” Lance yelled, throwing his hands up in the air for extra effect. Allura pointed her index fingers up to her lips, effectively quieting him.

Coran quickly pulled up a holographic screen and scanned the Castle’s camera systems, only to confirm that Pidge was in her hangar with the Green Lion. The duo appeared to be ‘chatting’ with one another happily, so he turned towards Allura and gave her a thumbs up.

Shiro rose an eyebrow towards the young princess, “Any particular reason you allowed Pidge to leave?” He questioned the two Alteans.

Coran cleared his throat rather loudly, “Well, after looking into your background from Earth, Allura and I have discovered that today is our Green Paladin’s birthday!” He said happily as he clasped his hands together towards the end for added effect. Your eyes widened in surprise.

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anonymous asked:

What kind of uncle would the UT/UF/US/SF skelebros be to their brother's kid?

UT!Sans: He’s the chill uncle. The one who brings cringe-worthy gifts (shitty gag stuff he picked up in gas stations) and embarrasses you with those awful nicknames from when you were six, but who’s there for you. Great help on science projects, even if he’s constantly enforcing nap breaks in the middle of it. When Papyrus’ kid(s) is (are) younger, they always want him to babysit because he lets them watch TV all night and eat like garbage. He never pushes you to say what you’re thinking, but he’s pretty good t picking out when you’re in a low place. He doesn’t try to be your therapist, but he’ll check up on you, make sure you’re eating right. He doesn’t tell Papyrus if you don’t want him to and if he doesn’t think you’re in a dangerous enough place that he needs to be told. Your dad can be a little much when you’re shutting down. But he’s pretty used to keeping secrets from his brother. At least this is one he won’t feel as guilty about.

UT!Papyrus: The hype uncle. He is always really enthusiastic about whatever you’re doing, to an embarrassing extent. He shows up at your childhood soccer games wearing the team colors. Tests? His house is always open as a place of study! He’s constantly trying to get you interested in either puzzles or pasta, but honestly he’s about anything you’re into. Being babysat by him essentially means also being babysat by Undyne, and things tend to get wild. He will always make certain you are Hydrated. Always trying to make sure you avoid picking up your dad’s lazy habits. The Ultimate Pep Talk giver. He believes in you 110%, and he want you to too.

UF!Sans: He doesn’t totally know what to do with you before you get old enough that Papyrus stops shooting daggers at him for swearing in your presence. Red doesn’t deal well with little kids. You mostly remember him as a rough laugh after a joke that you don’t totally get but has your dad red-faced and yelling, a voice yelling at you to get off the fence if you don’t want a broken neck, a strong hand pulling you out of danger or ruffling your hair on his way out the door. You get closer once he starts feeling like he can talk to you more or less adult to adult. He’s a good person to go to when you just need to get away for a bit. He loves your dad as much as you do, but he gets that he can….be a bit much. If you ever get in trouble, he’ll give you a ten minute dressing down and likely cuss your ass out, but he won’t tell your parents unless you’re in real danger. Any s/o’s that hurt you have him to reckon with. He won’t ever tell you that he loves you, but he’ll show it constantly, and a “heh, proud of ya, kid” goes a loooong way with the two of you. 

UF!Papyrus: The involved Uncle. He is constantly in your business. He likely knows your class schedule better than you do.He doesn’t totally trust Sans  to be as updated as he should be about your activities, so he picks up the slack. Is constantly going to battle for you. Bullies? Unfair teachers? Bitchy exes? Things of the past. Let them try messing with 6 feet 7 inches (11 inches with his heels on) of skeletal bad temper. But don’t think you’re bullet proof from his scoldings. You are a constant recipient. Still, being his nibling gives you a little more leeway than a brother or a child. Sniffle a bit, and he’ll likely stop and mutter something about how you probably get the point now. He want you to live up to your potential, even if he can choose a dickish way of expressing it. His gifts are rare and holiday limited, but thoughtful.

US!Sans: When you were a kid he was your idol. He seemed like a superhero. Strong. Brave. Kind. Short enough that he seemed to understand you better than the other adults (although you learned not to mention this observation to him). He had your boundless enthusiasm, and more often than not he was more playmate than adult figure. Then you grew older. And you fell into the trap so many people did. You mistook his openness for naivety, his optimism for childishness. You began to feel like you had to protect him, not he you. It kept going, until you got hurt. You were scared, you didn’t know where to go. And its then that your hero returned, there as a shoulder to cry on.

Also he teaches you to cook and color-coordinate like a boss.

US!Papyrus: The Bad Influence ™. You learned from him how to talk your way out of basically anything and run from what you couldn’t. He gives you sweets whether or not you’re supposed to be eating them. He lets you stay up way past your bed time. Anytime he’s left in charge is a time when you can keep your room however the flip you want. And you can get literally anything out of him if you catch him smoking around the house and promise not to tell your dad. Spoils you senseless. He’s not the most responsible of guardians, but he helps you have fun and reminds you not to take life too seriously. He’s good at helping you talk out your insecurities. 

SF!Sans: He teaches you how to fight. If you’re not that physical a person he may be a bit of a nightmare for you but any training you express an interest in, he is there for. He’s oddly kind of affirming? I mean, its mostly also a back-handed compliment to himself but still. “BUT OF COURSE YOU’RE ACCOMPLISHED. YOU’RE MY NIBLING!” Any potential s/o’s have to go through his screening first, a daunting task that has chased off many an asshole. He abjectly refuses to let you take any of life’s shit lying down. 

SF!Papyrus: Quiet, but non-judgemental. You’re not sure what it is about him, but he can get you to spill your guts about anything while still somehow respecting your privacy. He helps you roll your first joint (waiting until you’re old enough). He’s always honest with you, even on the questions that make most other adults turn away and blush, or tell you you’re not old enough. Through processes none of them fully understand, all of your friends have his number on their phone, but its come in handy more than once when you need to be picked up and you’re in no fit state to pick up the phone. He keeps every present you’ve ever given him, including those awful painted mugs from when you were four years old. 


Summary: you’re a metahuman who has the ability to control and sneak into someone’s mind by just looking at them. You can also turn people into stone like Medusa. You were affected by the particle accelerator. You and Barry become close.

Ship: Fem!Reader

Warning: fluff, swearing, angst, flashback, tears, fighting, blood, etc.

Third P.O.V.

(Y/n) walked into Jitters, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room as she made her way to the cash register. Sun glasses on, covering her eyes. She wore them all the time. There wasn’t a moment where she didn’t have them on. She was too afraid to part with them, for she might hurt someone… like… last time.. (Y/n) ordered her drink, grabbing it before slipping into a chair. She couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes watching her.. multiple pairs..? She peered over her shoulder to see three people peel their gaze away from her. (Y/n)’s heart rate quickened. What if they know..?

A few seconds went by before she got up and left the cafe. Footsteps heard from behind, she fastens her pace. Before she could do anything, however, she was swooped up out of know where. It took a few minutes for her to adjust to the rather bright lighting, despite her shades. A yellowish red blur ran past her before stopping. “Hello, (Y/n) (Y/L/N).” Once her eyes adjusted, she brought her hand down from her face only to see three people around her age. A woman with long brunette hair, clean dressed, heels, and a pointed but soft look. A man with long hair, not as long as the woman.

A jean rolled up jacket with a star wars t-shirt, slightly shorter out than the other two. The last man was tall with gorgeous brunette hair, pulled over to the side. His eyes were a deep and bright green. Kinda like hers… Except they didn't hurt people.. When she spoke, she took a step back, obviously shaken up. “Where am I?! Who are you?!” The drop dead gorgeous brunette walked forward while (Y/n) took the same amount of steps back. “I’m Barry Allen. You were affected by the particle accelerator. We’re here to ask for your help.” The woman spoke up, kindly. “We actually want to study you. You seem to possess a rare ability given to you due to the accelerator.”

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(Y/n) fiddled with her hands, muttering so quietly it was almost inaudible. “What if refuse?” The other gentleman replied with a warm smile. “Than you can go. And we’ll leave you alone. Well-as long as you don’t terrorize the city-” The woman practically hissed at him. Her glare was terrifying. He cleared his throat, not daring to look at her. “But that’s not gonna happen- I’m Cisco, by the way. And that’s-” pointing to the woman. “Caitlyn.” Barry stepped forward, looking down at me with a warm smile. “We want to help you control your powers. We want to study you and help you. What d'ya say?” (Y/n) bit her lip, swallowing her saliva as she fiddled with her fingers, looking over the room before answering. “I’ll help you. I just want to not be afraid anymore.”

A few weeks past, and already so much has changed in (Y/n)’s life. Slowly but surely, she became more and more comfortable with herself and her new found friends. After work, she would come and test her abilities, which varied. Sometimes she was able to read minds or move things. Other moments, she was able to turn things into stone…like Medusa. Of course, she hadn’t shown them that part of her yet. Today was the day she would do it. (Y/n) walked in to Star Labs, hands shaky and heart rate erratic. When she spoke, her voice was a lot softer than intended. “Guys…I have to tell you something..” They stop what they’re doing to look at her. She can barely meet her gaze, looking down at the floor with guilt. Barry walked forward, brows furrowed. “(Y/n), what’s wrong?” 

She pulled three pairs of sunglasses out of her purse, handing them to each other of the members. They looked back at her with a puzzled expression, following (Y/n) into the testing room where Barry usually runs. They stood behind the glass while she stood on the other side, fidgeting with her shades. She picked up glass, placing it on the table in front of her. “Cisco, you asked me when I first came here, why I always wore these shades? You’re about to find out.” Cisco glanced at the other two, excitement coursing through him. “What do you mean?” Caitlyn asked. (Y/n) bit her lip. “You should put on the shades.” They did so, immediately. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she slowly but surely took off her glasses, eyes still closed. 

Her hands were shaking as she set them down on the table. Barry’s body tensed as he watch (Y/n) closely. In all honesty, he begun to fall for her. She was reserved but kind and funny. Cisco and her became the dorkiest friends and she was always so respectful. (Y/n) was beautiful and amazing. He loved her. And in this moment, his heart raised with worry for his beloved. She took another deep breath, slowly but surely opening her eyes. They were a striking green. Not any normal color, more vibrant that usual. The outer layer of her eyes, however, turned black. The longer (Y/n) stared at the glass, the darker her hair got. Eventually, her hair morphed into long striking reptiles. Snakes.

In a matter of seconds, the glass turned to stone. The team backed up with shock. When (Y/n) saw their expressions, she broke down, tearing her eyes away from them. Slowly, she turned back into herself. She kneeled on the floor, trying to maintain her breathing pattern, shutting her eyes. Barry flashed in, worry washing over him. “(Y/n), are you okay?!” She nodded, not daring to make eye contact with him. “My glasses..” In a matter of seconds, her glasses were in his hands. Barry gently slipped them on her face, wrapping his hands around her cheeks as she adjusted and opened her eyes. He rubbed his thumb against her cheek, soothingly. Caitlyn and Cisco ran in, standing over them. “I’m a monster..” (Y/n) said, looking down. 

Barry shook his head. “No, you’re not. We’re gonna figure this out. I promise. It’s gonna be okay.” Cisco nodded. “That was awesome. I was thinking your superhero name would be-” (Y/n) spoke up. “Medusa.” Caitlyn nodded, smiling. “That works.” After that moment, things seemed to change within Barry. It was though he looked at her differently. Not that he didn’t love her, in fact, he fell more in love with her. The myth of Medusa was as tragic of a story as any. She was cursed to turn every man she ever loved to stone for the rest of her life. She would no longer love and possess the amount of happiness she had prior. He looked at (Y/n) with pity but with hope. He would love her no matter what. It didn’t matter to Barry that she was able to do what she could do. He loved her. 

A few weeks past and (Y/n) was already getting use to her powers. She was actually able, reluctantly for Barry, to join the team on some missions. He always wanted to protect her out in the field even though he knew she could hold her own, probably hold her and Barry’s own. But that didn’t stop him from keeping a careful eye on her. That morning, (Y/n) came in, greeting Cisco and Caitlyn as per usual. A few seconds later, Barry flashed in, hugging (Y/n) around the waist, pecking her head before leaving her to work. Their relationship, with was categorized as strictly friends, seemed to be, from Caitlyn, Cisco, Iris, Wally and Joe’s point of view, to be rather romantic. They all shipped it. 

They both, loved and hated, the long stares and small smiles that came from either one of the two. It was adorable. Although nobody could visually see (Y/n)’s eyes through her shades, they knew there was a look of pure adoration for him. And visa versa. Barry always glanced at her, smiling to himself. Little did (Y/n) know, Barry looked at her as if she were his world. And in all honesty, she was. She meant everything to him. And she thought the same for him. Every time (Y/n) glanced in his direction, memories of how they met flooded through her head. She was so nervous then and he was so very open and loving, even if they didn’t know each other. She always loved how kind he could be. But when she met him, deep down, she knew she’d fall hard and fast for him. 

Later that evening, Barry, Cisco and Caitlyn sat at their chairs working. Cisco and Barry glanced at one another, smiling. They get up from their chairs, standing anxiously across from you. “You guys, okay?” (Y/n) asked as they fiddled with their fingers. Barry spoke first. “So, Cisco and I made you something-” Cisco interjected. “-Actually I made it-” Barry bud in. “-But it’s was my idea-” Cisco rolled his eyes, huffing before Barry continued. “-Okay, so. Cisco and I got you a present- well made you something.” They handed the small box over to (Y/n), beaming like kids on Christmas. “We were thinking you could wear them tonight for the trivia thing at Jitters.” Barry said, blushing. 

(Y/n) took the box, brows furrowed. Caitlyn leaned forward, paying close attention to the situation about to unfold. She opened up the little box, glancing at her two friends before unwrapping it. (Y/n) gasped, jaw dropping. It was a pair of contacts and a ear bud set. Barry explained, excitedly. “Once you put on the contacts, with the ear bud, you’re able to control when you want to use your powers and when you don’t. So now, you don’t have to wear those shades. I mean- you can if you want- not saying you don’t look good in them- because you do-” He began to sputter. (Y/n) smiled softly. “Thank you.. This means- this means the world to me..” She hugged Cisco and Barry, tightly. Cisco grinned. “Also, we tested it, so it does, in fact, work.” (Y/n) bit her lip to stop her from crying. She managed to croak out another simple thank you, showing them to Caitlyn excitedly. 

Later that evening, (Y/n) picked out her outfit, getting dressed and everything before taking out the box of contacts and ear piece. Hands shaky, she put them on, taking a deep breath before riskily looking into the mirror. For the first time since the incident, she saw her eyes. Her real eyes. (Y/n) couldn’t help but gasp. She looked beautiful…stunning even. Everything about her looked phenomenal. She did a quick spin before heading over to Jitters. It was the first time she drove without her shades. Everything was so bright and alive. (Y/n) couldn’t help but smile, grin even. She pulled up to Jitters, heart racing. This would be the first time she could see clearly. The first time anyone saw her eyes.. Eyes that told showed a painful story. She waited for everyone to get in, taking deep, nervous breaths. 

After a few minutes, she hopped out of her car, slowly but surely making her way up to the front door. Swinging it open with a loud cling, she felt the rooms eyes on her. She kept her eyes low, down to the ground for the first few seconds before looking at the overly packed room. Each one of their eyes was on her. She felt somewhat uncomfortable under their gaze but on the other hand, she felt strong. She knew she could over come anything. As long as she had help. (Y/n) took a deep breath, reluctantly forcing her head up to look for Barry, Cisco, Caitlyn, Iris and Joe. After a few seconds, her eyes finally found Barry, who’s jaw was dropped practically to the ground. She smiled shyly, making her way towards the group. 

All of them looked at her with awe, amazement. Especially Barry. He stood up from his seat, watching her come near. She was gorgeous… Absolutely stunning. Barry swore she took his breath away. She were vibrant and alive. She reflected her eyes. Her real eyes. When (Y/n) walked up to the group, she couldn’t help but look up at Barry. It was almost like they had a glint to them. Barry’s heart soared, achingly. Caitlyn and Cisco smiled. “You look beautiful, (Y/n).” She blushed, fiddling with her fingers. Eddie and her shook hands, first time introductions. Iris complimented her, grinning as she looked between her and Barry. 

“You look amazing, (Y/n). Doesn’t she Barry?” After a few seconds, he reluctantly peeled his eyes away from her to look at Iris and Felicity, confused. “What?” She motions to (Y/n). “Doesn’t she look nice, Barry?” He swallowed the build up of saliva, nervously. “Yeah, she looks-” He pauses, blushing slightly as their eyes met. “-She looks- absolutely stunning.” (Y/n) blushed the most at Barry’s comment. After a second or two, he stumbled to pull a chair out for her, making sure she sat next to him. He nervously played with his fingers. “You ready for trivia?” He whispered into her neck, driving unplanned for shivers to make it’s way onto her skin. She whispered back, having the same effect on Barry. “Absolutely. I was born ready.” He couldn’t help but smile. 

After the trivia game, Barry decided to walk (Y/n) home. He loved being in her company. She always had the most amazing thoughts. As did he. They could honestly and genuinely talk for hours. In fact, they did. As they pulled up to her house, with a good pep talk from the gang, especially Cisco, Barry decided to take a chance. He took a deep breath, gulping nervously. “Uhh- (Y/n)-” She peered over her shoulder, smiling softly. “Yes, Barry?” In that moment, his heart was beating faster than ever before. “(Y/n)- I- I was wondering- if you- uh- maybe- wanna- go out sometime? With me? I mean-” (Y/n) grinned, tucking her hair behind her ear before making her way down the steps. The second she got their, she grabbed Barry’s collar and killed him. 

(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, I’m just kidding. Here’s what really happened

The second she got to the last step, she laced her fingers around Barry’s collar, pulling him into a deep and passionate kiss. Barry being, well- Barry, it took him a minute to register the situation but in no time, he kissed back with just as much love and fire as she did. They moved in unison, Barry gripped (Y/n)’s waist, smiling into the kiss. Her hands played with the tip of his locks, running through his hair. He moaned, not even bothered by the fact that their could be others watching. As they released, she couldn’t help but blush under his gaze. “Does that answer your question?” He nodded, kissing her once more before happily skipping home. The second (Y/n) closed her doors, she leaned against it, pressing her fingers to her lips at the sweet memory of Barry’s lips on top of hers. He loved her.. And she loved him.. 

(I hope you guys liked it!!) 

The Puzzle is Solved (almost)

This’ll be another long one, as this is such a big scene, and especially since each version is pretty different.

The manga has Yuugi counting out his money, which is nowhere near enough to pay Ushio. He comments on how Ushio will beat him up again if he doesn’t have the money, and asks what he’s doing, working on the Puzzle at this time, although he mentions working on a puzzle makes him feel better.

The Toei anime version is similar at this point, however, Yuugi does not count out the money, he just thinks about how he doesn’t have that kind of money as he works on the Puzzle. And since Ushio hasn’t beat him up yet, he doesn’t make that comment here. He does still comment on how he shouldn’t be working on the Puzzle at this time.

While the DM anime never really showed Yuugi solving the Puzzle (except as a brief clip of the Puzzle glowing while Yuugi looks astonished – see The Introduction), the Pyramid of Light movie took this on instead. The entire plotline with Jounouchi, Honda, and Ushio is completely dropped – instead, Yuugi is just working on the Puzzle alone in his room, as shadowy figures dart around the room unnoticed, interspersed with scenes of an excavation of an Egyptian tomb as Anubis awakens.

I love how he’s got a whole bunch of papers where he’s sketched out his progress so far.

In the dub, the narrator melodramatically talks about how the Puzzle hasn’t been solved in 5000 years.

…Someone tell the narrator that a kids’ movie is completely the wrong place to try to show off your vocabulary. Seriously, it’s entirely unnecessary to be using big words here, and feels forced – and I say this as someone who loves using big words.

Anyway. The voiceover continues, talking about how the solution evades Yuugi, and Yuugi grunts in frustration.

The voiceover is absent in the sub. Instead, Yuugi thinks about the recurring riddle, how it reflects the Puzzle, and then throws his hands up in exasperation, commenting on how he’s so close to solving it. There is also the addition of a brief part where Kuriboh peeks out from around the bed, before this.

In both the manga and Toei versions, Yuugi then notices that he’s having an easier time solving the Puzzle, even though he feels terrible. Cool music starts playing in the Toei version, and Yuugi also comments there that he feels like he’s going to solve the Puzzle. In both versions he starts getting more and more excited as it comes together. He says “I did it”, uncertainly in the manga and excitedly in the Toei version, as he gets it assembled minus the central piece.

In Pyramid of Light (skipping over the excavation scenes), lightning flashes overhead as Yuugi reads his notes, and goes back to working on the Puzzle. In the dub, this is silent, and in the sub, Yuugi comments “Oh, now I get it!” (unusually, as the dub typically likes to have more dialogue than the sub.) After cutting away to another excavation scene and coming back, Yuugi slides in another piece, which shines as it fits into place. In the dub, Yuugi exclaims “Hey, all right!” and in the sub, he exclaims that it’s a perfect fit. A menacing pink shadowy demon thing pops up behind him as he picks up another piece, saying it should fit too. The Puzzle glows as it’s assembled minus the central piece. In the dub, Yuugi says “one to go” and that he’s almost completed the Millennium Puzzle and in the sub he says that it’s done, then that he only needs to put in the last piece.

In both the Toei and manga versions, Yuugi comments on how he only needs to put in one more piece, and he reaches into the box, only to find the piece gone. He completely freaks out – in the manga, he tears apart his room looking for the final piece, before starting to cry that he’ll never solve the Puzzle and get his wish. In the Toei version, he stands up, saying “No way!”

Look at this poor child.

In Pyramid of Light, in the dub, Yuugi comments on how his grandpa will be surprised that he’s figured out the Puzzle all by himself, and then says “The last piece” as he reaches for it (as it’s not absent here, unlike the manga and Toei anime). The sub starts this part with an additional clip, where Yuugi states the “powers and knowledge of darkness” line. He then follows that up with saying that he’s about to finish the Puzzle that his grandpa told him would make his wishes come true (I’m pretty sure that’s NOT what he told you, Yuugi, I’m pretty sure he said it would give you dark powers, but this is Pyramid of Light continuity so we’ll go with it).

(told you I could change the subtitle colors).

At this point in the manga, Sugoroku comes into Yuugi’s room, and exclaims over how Yuugi has solved the Puzzle. Yuugi dejectedly tells him that he couldn’t finish it. Sugoroku tells him not to give up (now mentioning that Yuugi’s been working on it for eight years), and reveals the last piece in his hand. Yuugi promptly hug-tackles him, thanking him for finding the Puzzle piece. Sugoroku says that it wasn’t him, but a friend of Yuugi’s who came by, soaking wet. Yuugi thinks that he doesn’t know who that is, but thank you. Sugoroku thinks that Jounouchi told him everything, and asked not to tell Yuugi his name. Sugoroku then slips the money into Yuugi’s bag unnoticed as Yuugi celebrates the return of the final piece. He then says goodnight, and leaves Yuugi alone to complete the Puzzle and get possessed. As he walks away, he comments about how the Puzzle will pass judgement on evil, and that Ushio is probably the one that’s going to get in trouble.

(Just gonna leave him alone to get possessed, great grandparenting decision. Still though, this is where Sugoroku becomes more sympathetic and supportive of Yuugi)

The Toei version is very different. After Yuugi panicking about the missing piece, it cuts to showing the piece in the river as Jounouchi and Honda are walking by, discussing how they can’t be sure of Yuugi’s motivations. Jounouchi looks into the river and recalls Yuugi calling him a friend. He jumps into the river, and Honda freaks out a little.

Meanwhile, Yuugi is shown running through the streets, hoping that the last piece will be at school. He thinks about how the Puzzle is incomplete without it and he’ll never get his wish. He then runs into Ushio, who asks if Yuugi brought the money. Yuugi says no, he just forgot something at school, and that he can’t pay that anyway. Ushio then says he has to teach Yuugi a lesson, then.

It cuts back to Jounouchi retrieving the Puzzle piece. Honda throws down a small towel, saying he uses it for handling dirty objects, but that Jounouchi needs to buy him a new one. Jounouchi yells at him for being a cheapskate, and Honda notices Ushio with Yuugi.

It cuts to Ushio beating up Yuugi. Again, this doesn’t really have the same impact as Yuugi hasn’t sacrificed himself here, he just got caught by Ushio by accident. However, we do have Jounouchi and Honda coming to Yuugi’s defense, which is sweet. Jounouchi runs to Yuugi to see if he’s alright. Yuugi, barely aware of anything, says that he asked the Puzzle for true friends, and Jounouchi, noticing that the Puzzle is nearly complete (somehow Ushio beating Yuugi senseless didn’t damage the Puzzle at all) puts the Puzzle piece into his hand as sad piano music plays.

Honda says that he used to respect Ushio, but not after this. Jounouchi stands up alongside him. Jounouchi and Honda charge and Ushio and promptly get beaten up, as Yuugi continues thinking about how he wanted true friends. After Ushio beats up Jounouchi and Honda, he leaves, and Yuugi struggles to awareness. Yuugi then notices the unconscious Jounouchi and Honda and says that he can’t wake them. He then finally realizes that the Puzzle piece is in his hand, and he reaches towards the Puzzle with it.

In the DM anime, there was some reference during that flashback of Jounouchi retrieving the Puzzle piece – unlike in the manga (and even the Toei version), Yuugi knows that Jounouchi had thrown the piece out the window, and then retrieved it. It’s not until much later in the manga that Jounouchi reveals to Yuugi that he took and returned the piece (during Death-T).

In Pyramid of Light, nothing of the sort happens. Yuugi simply grabs the piece from the box and goes to put it in.

It’s interesting how different each version is. While I like Jounouchi returning the Puzzle piece to Yuugi directly, in such an emotional and dramatic scene, I think I still prefer the manga version. We get a sweet family scene instead, and it fits better with Ushio beating Yuugi up earlier (and as I mentioned, his self-sacrificing nature is such a part of his character that I don’t think it should be left out). Pyramid of Light’s take is entirely different, since the Ushio plotline is dropped. It leaves out his despair at not being able to finish the Puzzle, but it makes sense since that’s not the point of those scenes – it’s to show how he’s waking Anubis. At any rate, it definitely changes the tone completely, but it works for what it’s going for. And I might rag on the dub narrator, but otherwise the dub is fine in this instance – although I will still wonder what happened to those extra scenes, where they came from, since the dub version was created first.

anonymous asked:

How would ut, uf and sf skelebros react to going to wake their s/o up, after trying multiple times, they realise their s/o is dead. I(t can be different types of deaths if you want it to be)

ANGST!  Ha ha ha I am feeling evil today so let’s do this!  Post-Pacifist rout.

Mentions of suicide in: Boss, Saffron

Murder in: Red

Tears in: All (get some tissues, jk)


Sans:  His s/o had been in the hospital for a few weeks now.  None of the doctors could figure out what was wrong.  Although they had assured Sans that they were feeling fine, he could see then fading right in front of his eyes.  During the last few days, he wouldn’t leave them and they would both pretend they were fine, that the s/o wasn’t about to die.  It happened when Sans dozed off.  When he woke up he noticed the change in his s/o slowly.  He noticed they were still, their color had gone, they seemed smaller, and he knew they were gone.  He leaves the hospital after that and disappears for a while.  Just as Undyne is about to tell Papyrus that he should stop looking for Sans, that Sans probably went off and dusted himself.  Sans shows up same as always.  But he will never talk about his s/o.

Papyrus:  He woke up and thought his s/o just needed more sleep so he left to make breakfast.  When he came back to wake them they wouldn’t wake up, he knew something was wrong.  He picked them up and rushed them to the hospital.  The doctors wouldn’t let him see his s/o and kept him waiting for a long time.  Long enough for Sans to hear about it and get over to the hospital.  When they finally come back out they tell Papyrus that his s/o died in their sleep during the night because of Carbon Monoxide poisoning.  Papyrus just collapses, his s/o is gone.  Sans gets him back home  and tries to help him but doesn’t know what to do.  So Papyrus ends up alone more often than he should.  He ends up blaming himself, if he had been human he would have noticed.  If he was human at the very least he would have gone with you.  He keeps these thoughts to himself and pretends he is okay but his s/o’s death is something he will never truly get over.


Red:  Decided that he would take his s/o out to a part that they had really wanted him to go to.  But when they got there the s/o started acting really squirrely.  Red asked them if they wanted to go home but the said they were fine and just had to go talk to a friend.  Red waits outside for them and about an hour later Red finally goes back inside and sees them again.  They are laying on the couch.  He goes to wake them up but they feel cold and they aren’t moving.  He gets a really bad feeling and shortcuts them both to a hospital.  The doctors tell him that his s/o was stabbed multiple times in the gut and that they were dead almost an hour before he got them there.  He spends the next few months hunting down the son of a b**** that did this.  When he finds them… he better be prepared for the consequences.

Boss:  His s/o was in the kitchen when he found them.  At first, he thought they had just fallen asleep while cleaning up.  But then they won’t wake up and he gets angry.  It’s only when he finally gives up trying to wake then and he picks them up to take them to be that he realizes they aren’t breathing, and they’re cold.  Boss sets them on the couch and calls Red over.  Red confirms that yep they are dead.  While Boss tries his best to not cry over his s/o’s body Red notices the pills they used on the counter and slips them in his pocket.  Boss will find his s/o’s letter eventually and it will tear him up all over again.  But his s/o’s words will become his lifeline and help him to recover.  But when he is alone he can’t help but wonder why?


Raspberry:  Came home from work and thought that his s/o was simply sleeping on the couch.  He let them be for a while until he noticed they were much too still.  He called out to them in hopes of getting them to move but that didn’t work.  He went to shake them awake but as soon as he felt their skin he knew.  But he didn’t want to so he plunged head first into denial.  He is yelling and crying and shaking them.  Until he just can’t anymore.  Saffron finds him curled up in a ball near his s/o.  It turns out his s/o had a heart attack in their sleep.  Raspberry is in denial of a long time even after his s/o’s funeral.  He just can’t move on.

Saffron:  Had been away a lot lately working more jobs than usual.  He was trying to save up to buy a ring for his s/o.  He wanted to be able to propose right.  When he got home that night he found the note.  It was taped to the fridge.  After he read it he panicked and ran around the house trying to find his s/o.  He eventually found them behind the house laying in the snow.  He had hope that they might be alive.  Maybe they were just asleep, maybe they hadn’t done it yet.  But when he rolls them over he ca see all the blood, he can feel how cold they are and he knows.  He doesn’t know what to do anymore so he brings them inside and calls Alphys.  She helps him get rid of his s/o’s body and watches him carefully.  Saffron seems to have lost his voice and sometimes Raspberry will find him talking to nothing as if his s/o was there.  Surprisingly he stays by Saffron’s side and helps him through recovery.

Kuni’s Infection

Here I bring another memime paladin au-inspired fic, this time inspired on ‘the aku infection’ episode from Samurai Jack, and a bit from ‘jack and the haunted house’ too! 

It definitely wasn’t his day.

He could bear having to pass through an entire mountain range because he couldn’t teleport. He could bear being chased by the Samurai’s magical copy and second-in-command (which he merely knew was referred to as the Commander) and a whole army of those beetle-like demons. He could bear turning into a mountain goat to carry Kuni as he ran as fast as he could, trying to get away without knocking her off his back.

But the one thing he could never bear was getting sick.

“ACHOO!” Aku barely avoided tripping as he gave another sneeze, and felt his irritated nose starting to run with mucus again. A consequence of taking off his cape to keep Kuni from catching precisely this illness, but the bad thing was that it affected his transformations to some extent. Thankfully, he hadn’t turned into a goose after this sneeze, so he guessed he’d manage to hold on until they were safe.

“Mr. Aku, they’re gaining on us!” Kuni yelled into his ear in worry, and his current sate made the volume of her voice sound ten times louder than it really was.

“Don’t tell me!” he snapped, managing to jump ahead of one of the beetle’s scythes. “These guys  never get tired or what?!” He caught a glimpse of the Commander flying atop the white winged horse-Pegasus, he recalled-a few meters above, watching him with his cold blue eyes. He seemed expressionless, but Aku could tell he was enjoying this. “Wait until I get my claws on-ACHOO!” the demon felt frustrated that his sickness had ruined the threat.

“I wouldn’t waste my energy on empty threats, Aku.” The Commander simply said, again displaying little emotion other than the subtle satisfaction and amusement at their situation. However, his gaze was set on Kuni, watching as she clung for precious life unto the demon’s body. When he was in the right position, and close enough, he grabbed a hidden ivory blowgun from the pegasus’ saddlebag, and aimed at the girl with accurate precision, before putting the tip to his lips and blowing hard.

Kuni yelped in pain when she felt something pinch her shoulder, but given the situation she felt now wouldn’t be a good thing to complain about it, Aku was already stressed out for the time being. Speaking of which, Aku noticed there was a slope just ahead, and soon he had an idea as how to get away… though he wasn’t looking forward to it.

“Kuni, do you like snowboarding?” he asked the girl on his back

“I have never tried it!”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything! Hang on!”

Just as Aku leapt off the ledge-and gave another loud sneeze-, he gathered enough energy to quickly shape shift into an emperor penguin, and his belly came into contact with the snow. Like he anticipated, his sleek body and the inclination of the slope he slid even faster, fast enough to outrun the beetle demons. But as he looked back, he noticed the creatures had stopped at the edge of the slope, and as the Commander flew by on top of the Pegasus, the beetles disappeared in tendrils of blue energy.

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“Carved” Flesh wound tutorial

So a friend of mine asked me for some advice on how to do Nathan’s “loser” wound from Resident Evil 7, so I decided, well why not whip up a little tutorial while I’m at it, pictures and describtions follow bellow the cut, and with pictures I mean a lot of them, I’m trying to be explainatory here stay with me

If you’re allergic to latex this is not a good idea by the way, and if you’re not sure if you’re allergic do a small patch test before you start smearing huge amount of it on your skin, we good? Good, here we go

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Mob Psycho 100 Fanfiction

It Runs in the Family

Teru agrees to attend a party celebrating his uncle’s full recovery after a horrific “car accident,”  but he’s not excited about reconnecting with his cousin, Minori, who he recalls is as bad, and likely worse, as he used to be.

However, he is not expecting to find her trying to turn over a new leaf in the wake of a traumatic spiritual possession, and in dire need of a confidant. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, they have more in common than Teru would like to admit…especially when he realizes that Minori is trying to track down her mysterious rescuer.

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Yoongi Scenario: In Bloom.

Request: This AU is not mine, Y/n owns a flower shop and Yoongi comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?”, and she spends a lot of time doing it, and they start to talk (and maybe they plan a new date). the flowers: geraniums, foxglove, meadowsweet, yellow carnations, orange lilies.

Genre: Fluff / Friendship. 

Yoongi didn’t know what he had done to deserve his friends, but as he saw the fourth bouquet of flowers of this week sitting on his bed, he knew it had to be something terribly wrong, those rascals were the most annoying pack he had ever known, even if he loved them, it didn’t erase the fact that the maknaes of the dorm were the most troublesome people he knew.

It all had started with Yoongi casually saying he wanted a girlfriend to send flowers to.

It was just a thought that came to his mind and that he had unfortunately let out in front of his group, Namjoon and Jin didn’t mind him since they knew it wasn’t a big deal, but for the maknae line and Hoseok, which were all immature little shits, it had been the new topic of conversation, laughs and pranks.

They linked his comment on Yoongi previously saying on TV that he didn’t want a girlfriend or being in a relationship, so when he had blurted out the flower thing they all had been shocked and dumfounded like they had seen sin, later on bringing the pranks and the intense jokes about it.

Yoongi knew that if he were to pay much attention to them he would just encourage them, and besides he had promised to be less intimidating and more social this year, what other way to prove it than with his super annoying friends?

Yoongi was a man of his word so he would comply with it, even if he had to admit that right now it was hard to restrain himself from going to give those four a good scolding and maybe a smack or two.

Seeing the bouquet of what it looked like tulips, Yoongi couldn’t be totally sure, he thought he had to do something, he needed retaliation or else Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook and Hoseok would lose respect for him, and he couldn’t have that. It was time for a passive aggressive response.

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I Knew I Shouldn’t (Part 6)

Originally posted by imaginealotofthings

Loki x OC

Warnings: Language

Loki POV

“The tea was a nice touch, Amora.” I commented casually, watching her from across her table as she dabbled with her vials. “Trying out your potion on Dreyna and I.”

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Caught in a Storm

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4216

Warnings: Smut, fingering, blood kink, very slight dub!con, sex with strangers, unprotected sex, slight angst but not really.  

Summary: You’re on your way to a new school and new life when a freak storm and some bad timing lead you into the arms of a dark stranger. 

A/N: This is for @roxy-davenport SPN Birthday Celebration, it was a few days late but I think I like how it turned out. My prompt was the movie Susperia(1977), blood!kink, demon!dean x reader, and the quote “Was that supposed to scare me?”   

Covering your head with the back of your jacket, watching as the rain poured down around you, you rushed towards the door. It was late, and part of you doubted that anyone would be here to let you in. Still, it was going to be hard to find a hotel in a strange city in the middle of the night, while trying to navigate through the horrible weather. Knocking as loud as possible, your fist banging against the wood and pounding out a dull thud you could hear echoing inside. Closing your eyes, letting out a silent prayer that it was going to be noisy enough to rouse someone.

Pressing your face against the seam you tried to hear any signs of life coming from inside, but it was silent.

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