This was an idea I have been obsessed with ever since finishing the game; loving space age travel art as much as I do, I couldn’t help but wonder about the Initiative’s tourism advertising revving up once viability was green across the board and Meridian was secured. Almost all of the formerly busted Golden Worlds, now fully habitable and relatively safe - what would the visual explosion of their marketing look like? So I went ahead and gave it a shot.
Post-ending travel ads for the Golden Worlds of the Heleus Cluster, with a bonus appearance from Aya. I released these in 2 installments, but I decided I wanted to look at them all together. Super proud of these.
Earth 2 Harrison Wells x Reader – Make out session
being Barry’s younger sister and Joe’s adoptive daughter and Joe
founding you and Harry making out in the Cortex.
Literally just finished this but I’m really not good at waiting. I
particularly enjoyed writing this one. Giffity
gif not mine. —
were younger than Barry and after your mother died, you couldn’t
fully understand what happened just yet, but you knew she was gone.
When you and your brother moved in with Joe and Iris, Joe didn’t want
either of you to visit Henry as he believed that he really did kill
couldn’t stop Barry as he was too stubborn, but he promised himself
he will never let you
go to prison to see the supposed killer. You even started to call him
that was years ago. Since then, so much has changed. And so much has
happened. The particle accelerator explosion, metahumans, the Reverse
Flash … other Earths, other Wells and … Zoom.
here we are now, Team Flash fighting the new super villain. But since
Zoom would rather send other metahumans to do the dirty job for him and
you can’t just show up on Earth 2 with no plan, other things
have happened, too.
between you and Harry has been going on for quite a while now. Harry
would always work hard at the lab late at night and you would stay
there to help him. And that’s how you got close. Even though there’s
quite a big age difference between the two of you, neither of you
wanted to tell the others and you were sure they would be happy for
you. Joe was the only one you were scared to tell. You knew he would
find out one day but there were sure good and bad ways of doing so.
you didn’t know back then was that he would find out in the worst way
Team was having a little party tonight after defeating a though
metahuman and everyone was gonna come. Except Harry. He’s always
invited but he never comes justifying it by not wanting to celebrate
with his daughter still in Zoom’s lair. Which is completely
then there’s you. You mostly go with the excuse that you simply don’t
like parties. Which is true, but you also just really don’t want to
leave Harry all alone.
everyone left, you sneaked into the Cortex where you saw Harry sitting
on a chair working on some toy-thingy. You came closer, hugged him from behind and
buried your head between his neck and shoulder.
He said softly as he moved his head to give you a gentle kiss. „Are we
building is ours.“ You chuckled as you turned his chair around and
sat on his lap wrapping your hands around his neck.
last.“ He finally smiled as his hands went around your waist,
pulling you into an embrace. You loved this smile, the smile he only
reserved for you.
has been a while since you two had a little alone time, so you were
planning to take full advantage of it.
didn’t wait for anything, he took your cheeks into his hands and
pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss, slipping his tongue into your
Suddenly, you felt one of his cold hands slide under
your shirt making you shiver. Harry definitely didn’t regret you
wearing a crop top with a high-waisted skirt as you made his job much
He didn’t want to break the kiss so he did only for
one second to take your shirt off revealing your black laced bra.
hand were now both running over your body as he slowly moved from
your lips down your neck sucking on the skin, gently biting it and leaving a mark to claim you his own.
couldn’t help but moan which didn’t escape Harry’s ears.
know … i-it’s really … u-unfair that .. y-you’re still …
f-fully clothed.“ You managed to stutter our between the muffled
moans as you still tried to keep some control.
pulled away and leaned closer to your ear whispering in his deep
maybe you should do something about it.“
He didn’t have to
tell you twice. Your fingers slid under the fabric as you pulled his
shirt off over his head throwing it somewhere on the ground.
didn’t get much time to admire his body as he already pulled you up taking you into his arms and leaning you against the closest wall.
your lips against his again, with your arms now firmly around his
neck and your legs wrapped around his waist.
when he was about to unhook your bra, you heard voices.
both looked up to see your friends who were sharing your suprised
Harry quickly put you down and both of you hurried
to put your clothes back on.
you didn’t want to go to he party, we thought we’d bring the party to
you … I’m getting the vibes
there was already one going on.“ Cisco joked trying to ease the
situation only to receive a disapproving look from Barry.
didn’t take long for Joe to put himself together from the shock and
he immediately made his way up to Harry.
do you think you’re doing to my little girl?!“ Joe yelled as he
forcefully pushed your boyfriend against the wall.
know, what does it look like?“ Harry opposed him only to earn a
solid punch in the face.
Stop!“ You weren’t going to just watch anymore, this was starting
to go too far.
stood between the two facing Joe and staring right into his eyes.
… I love him.“
„… And I need some air.“ This was
probably too much for the detective to take so he made his way out
followed by Barry who was probably about to have a lot of work with
cooling him off.
that could have gone better.“ Harry stated as he brushed his cheek.
are you okay? He hit you pretty hard.“ You hurried to him
„I can’t really blame him, I’d do something much
worse if it was the other way around.“ He added with a soft
„You mean my dad and Jessie?“ You couldn’t help
but laugh at that idea.
get over it. Sooner or later.“ You smiled as you hugged him and he
pulled his hand over your shoulder and pressed a tender kiss on your
You wasn’t a jealous person, but lately you the amount of time Peter and
Lydia was spending together was starting to get a little annoying. “you
sound jealous” Allison said copying notes for her homework.
“I’m not jealous, I’m.. I’m.."you say trying to think of a
different word” okay maybe I am but I have good reason" you defend.
“really what reason because I can’t see Lydia and Peter having a secret
thing” Allison said back. You roll your eyes a habit you’d picked you from
Peter. “first they have a connection, the whole Lydia brought Peter back
to life” you say “oh you after he made her and the while town think
she was crazy” Allison argued back making your point invalid.
“okay then Lydia was the one to tell him he was a father that would
have had an impact don’t you think” you say next again Allison had an
answer “the daughter who wants nothing to do with him” you groaned
clearly not getting your point across.
Allison finally looked up from her work “y/n I really don’t think you
have to worry also where has this all come from, those things happened ages ago
now” she asked. You could feel your eyes swelling knowing what you was
about to say, “for the past 2 weeks Peter has been meeting up with Lydia,
they said he was teaching her to control her banshee powers” you stopped
to take a breath and swallow feeling your voice get shaky. “and that’s
probably what they have been doing” Allison frowned seeing you get upset.
“when I suggested I would go and help Peter told me no, he said I could
get hurt. If anything went wrong at least he’d heal.” you say. Allison
frowned more “but you don’t believe that” she questioned. “no
especially when he’s been there every night this week” you say “so
two days ago I followed him up to Lydia’s lake house and they wasn’t
training” you told the huntress as her mouth fell open. “when I
looked through the window Peter was hugging her, I ran before I could see
anymore” you say crying at the thought of Peter cheating on you.
Allison was now doubtful to, but tried to reassure you it wasn’t what you’d
seen. You said thank you to her for cheering you up and putting up with your
crying. Saying bye you heading up a floor to Peter’s apartment. You got no
answer when you knocked frowning thinking where is he.
On you way home you see Lydia’s car parked outside the school, thinking it
was late and dark you slowed down as you pasted. Something else caught your eye
Peter’s car. Pulling into the car park you walk the window to look in. Peter
and Lydia was talking and smiling, you got closer to hear. “Tomorrow at
boat house I have to go know before someone notices I’m gone” Lydia said
“I’ll be there, I can’t wait it’ll be… ” Peter started but stopped.
“someone else is here” he said. You ran back to your car driving off.
The rest of the way home you tried to tell yourself Allison was right it’s
probably something Innocent but you couldn’t help think they was having an
The next morning you was determined to find out the truth. You was going to
go to the boat house and find once and for all if they was just training or
something else. Calling Allison to help you.
Peter had blanked your calls all day it was all part of his plan he knew it
was sly but he needed to let keep being jealous. After seeing y/n leave the
school he knew she’d heard him and Lydia, he was thankful that nothing they
said was too bad. He more thankful that Allison would have her phone on load
speaker when you called with your now not so secret plan. Peter called Lydia
more excited then before he had tweaked their plans ready for tonight.
You and Allison got to the boat house all the lights was on. You got closer
to the door when Allison got a call. “y/n I have to go my dad thinks I’m
with Scott I need to go” you nodded knowing how Mr argent can get.
You was about to come out the bushes when Peter pulled up, he was dressed in
a smart jeans and nice shirt he looked almost ready for a date and carried a
small gift wrapped jewellery box. You watched Lydia greet him at the door and he
gave her the box.
This was the last straw you ran over screaming their names. “finally
sweetheart I thought you was going to be the bushes all night”
Peter said. Lydia handed you the box “I was going to leave it on the bed
with your clothes, I’ve laid you something out upstairs” she said giddy
walking to her car. You was angry and confused and wanted to know what was
going on. Peter told you do listen to Lydia and go up and get changed. Lydia
had set out a gorgeous black dress and matching shoes, putting them on you
fixed your hair. Finally opened the small long box, inside was a diamond
necklace you knew cost more then you made in a year.
You went out the room calling Peter’s name down the stairs. When you hear
him say in here you walked into a room covered in fairy lights and candles. The
table was set for two with something that smelt amazing coming from under the
lids over the plates. Peter held your chair out as you looked in shock,
“you did all this for me” you ask Peter sat facing you “yes
Lydia has been helping me plan all this, it’s why we’ve been meeting but I
wanted to surprise you” he said.
You started giggling as he frowned “why are you laughing it’s took ages
to plan this” he said sounding a little disappointed. “I’m laughing
because I’ve been jealous of Lydia for no reason and to think I thought you was
having an affair with her” now Peter laughed too lifting off the lids to
your meal. “I love you y/n, even if you get a bit crazy and jealous your
still my girl” he smirked sitting back to eat.
Derek hale Jealous ofErica
Erica was always at the hale loft lately, every time you went she was there
trying to flirt with Derek and you hated it.
It was all a game to her and Derek was to naive to see it no matter what you
told him he said it’s her trying to be the best beta nothing to worry or get
jealous about. For a while you tried to not let Erica bother you that was until
you overheard a conversation between Erica and Isaac.
“I really don’t know what Derek see’s in that human girl but be sure he’ll
be mine soon” you heard Erica say. “good luck with that” Issac
said rolling his eyes at her. They both left with her still talking about ways
to get Derek pissing you off as you finally entered the loft living room. You
could hear them fighting and training down stairs, getting bored waiting you
went to find Derek.
Erica heard you coming, just like she’d heard you listening in to her
conversation with Isaac. She jumped on Derek like she was fighting with him
then kissed him biting his lip in a heated kiss. Derek pushed her off him but
it was too late you had already seen it. Tears running down your face to ran
out of the loft. “you do that again” Derek roared at Erica before
running after you.
Derek found you in the wood sat on the floor crying your eyes out.
“y/n” he said low, making you lift your head “go away
Derek” you snap trying to wipe your face. “not until you talk to
me” he said holding out his hand to help you up. “why did you run
off?” he asked. You raise your eyes “really Derek another girl has
her legs you snogging the face off you and you expect me to stay” you
“I don’t like her and don’t know why she did it but it’s not going to
happen again I promise you y/n” he says looking in your eyes. “she
did because she wants to be with you” you tell him thinking about what
she’d said earlier “and she’s right I’m just a weak human you should be
with someone like you, like her” you say sad nit really sure what you
meant if it was a break up statement or a wish to become a wolf. As you go to
walk away Derek spins you his eyes glowing red fangs showing “do you want
me to turn you! Make you my mate and my top beta! Make Erica an omega! Say it
y/n and I’ll do it anything to prove to you I’m in love with you and only
you” his voice deeper then normal but his red eyes pleading with yours.
Nodding you hold your arm up agreeing to his offer. Derek bites your wrist
hard making you scream in pain. When he pulls away his face is back to normal
your blood dripping from his lips. Derek hugs you tight waiting for the wound
to start healing. After a an hour the bite mark is gone you smile at Derek.
“now that’s done time for your next one” he said making you look
confused as he shifted again. This time Derek bit your neck only this didn’t
hurt like the first one but it made you shift too, when he stopped you looked
at him “what did you do that for” you ask nervous. “That was a
mate mark. I want us to go back and show everyone your my mate, girlfriend,
soul mate what ever you want to call it I want them to know” he said
putting his arm around you taking you back the loft ready to make sure you will
never be jealous of anyone again.
Theo Raeken Jealous of Tracy
You had always hated kanimas so it was no surprise Tracy was one well half
one, or Theo was her alpha. Theo tried to keep you out of as much dread doctor
business as possible and you respected that, but lately every time you saw
Tracy in school you wanted to punch her.
It didn’t help a lot of school kids was confused over who out you both Theo
was actually dating. “Tracy’s changed a lot” one girl behind you in
the lirbery said as Tracy walked past. “I think it’s because she’s dating
Theo now their always with each other lately” another said. Your blood
boiled any chance of studying had gone as you picked up your bags
By the lockers you saw Theo and of course his new Tracey shaped shadow. You
went over to him, Theo’s wolf senses already telling him you was pissed off
“hey baby girl” he greeted you with a smile to which you didn’t
return. “get the hell away from my boyfriend!” you demand looking her
in the eyes. Tracy however just laughed “I mean it Tracy stay the fuck
back I know he’s your alpha but he’s my man so go now” you snarl
“aw is the little human jealous, can’t handle a little
competition” Tracy coo’d mocking you. You punched her as hard as you could
almost breaking your knuckles. Tracy flicked out her claws as a threat “go
on I dare you” you say looking at her hand. “your not the first
kanima I’ve faced, and Jackson was the real deal not a crippled attempt like
you” you say back bit showing any fear.
At this point Theo stepped in as Tracy went for you. He grabbed her wrist
telling her to go, she gave you a snotty dirty look before following orders.
Theo took your hand in his looking at the swelling and bruising already
starting. Without works and a blank look on his face Theo lead you away from
At the nurses office the was no one there, Theo told you to sit while he
looked in a few cupboards, coming back with an ice pack putting it on your
hand. “are you going to tell me what that was all about princess?”
Theo asked pressings the ice down. You rolled your eyes not really wanting to
answer him. “I’m waiting y/n” he said after a few minutes of silence.
“I hate Tracy! I hate how much time your spending with her!” you say
looking at the wall avoiding his eyes.
Theo smirked it was the first time the blank poker face faded since your
argument with Tracy. “princess you really don’t have to be jealous of
Tracy” he said. You went to speak but Theo cut you off leaning in to speak
“and before you try to deny it, I’ve smelt it on you for days now” he
said in your ear. “okay maybe I am but I have reason when half of beacon
hills thinks you are with her” you say. To your surprise Theo hummed and
began kissing your neck as you spoke, “you spend more time with her and
the rest of that pack then you with me lately!” you tell him.
Theo didn’t answer at first instead continued kissing and nipping at your
neck. Annoyed he wasn’t listening “Theo I mean it listen to me” you
say not making much of effort to move him, enjoying the feeling too much.
“I was listening to you princess” he mumbles between kisses “and
you should know I don’t like her ether she’s just a good soldier, nothing like
my sweet, smart, unpredictable y/n” he says looking in your eyes
“she’s not your, and I’m only spending time with her to make sure she
doesn’t screw up all my plans” you couldn’t help smile at his words.
“well I wish you wouldn’t especially round school” you say with a
pout. Theo just laughed looking at the spot on your neck he’d been kissing.
“what?” you ask looking at his adorable grin.
“nothing princess, just admiring my handy work” he said making you
jump to your feet. In the mirror you see on large purple bruise and two smaller
ones close to it. “Theo” you scream at the sight of the marks. Theo
laughs putting his arms around you, “well this one way to shut the
Students of beacon hills up” he says talking off his jacket, sliding it
onto you “now they’ll know who my girl really is”
Chris Argant Jealous of Melissa
Chris had been out with the pack getting hurt, something clawed his back or
at least that’s what stiles told you on the phone. You rushed home to see what
has happened almost skipping a few red lights. All apparently not needed, as he
was sat with Melissa McCall. Neither of them heard you enter, as they giggle
“look if you want this done before she’s back, keep still” Melissa
giggled. You stopped in the hallway listening in. “thanks for keeping all
this a secret” you hear Chris say. “well I think both of us wanna
keep this and the other times a secret” she said back.
What was a secret, what other times. Your mind raced as you started
thinking the worst. The was a few minutes of silence part of you wanted to look
round the corner to see what they was doing. You stopped when Chris spoke
“nice won’t even scar” he said “well I am a professional and it’s
rear you let me get my hands on you” she sounded flirty and seductive.
“maybe I’m afraid of what will happen if I do” he answers back. You
couldn’t listen anymore their words you need to see what was happening.
Melissa kissed Chris’s cheek close to his lips. “what was that
for” Chris asked shocked. You froze you couldn’t speak or think “for
Scott and” Melissa started but didn’t get to finish as you hand smacked
her hard across the face. The next minute or two was a mix of screaming and
shouting, Melissa saying it’s not what it looked like and you shouting a number
of swear words like slut and whore trying to hit her again. Chris grabbed you
dragging you away as you scream trying to hit him.
Melissa left as Chris held you against the wall till you calmed down.
“the kiss was her thanking me for saving Scott, I don’t know what you
think you saw but it was innocent you didn’t have to hit her” he said
trying to explain. “really so what was the talk of secret meeting about
then” you say punching him in the chest not moving much.
Chris’s face dropped knowing your heard them. He knew you’d find out
eventually but he didn’t want it to be like this. “y/n look, the is
nothing going on with me and Melissa, she’s been patching me up when I go out
with Derek. I didn’t want you finding out how hurt I was so I’d ask Melissa to
stitch me up so you didn’t worried and stop me going out” he explained.
You had calmed down but still didn’t truly believe him. When Chris let you
go and turned around you saw he’d popped his stitches. Walking to the first aid
box still open on the table “sit down your still bleeding” you order
him coldly. You start cleaning his cut pushing harder then you normally would
still angry. Chris hissed in pain “ouch y/n” he snapped at you
“oh sorry I’m not as professional as Melissa” you say innocently but
her name had a lot of venom to it.
Chris turned in his chair cupping your cheeks in his hands “y/n, you
don’t have to be jealous of Melissa I don’t like her, her son is dating my
daughter it just weird. And I love you y/n only you” he suddenly kissed
you hard and rough trying to show you how he felt in that one kiss. When you
pulled back you finally believed him now feeling guilty. “I’m sorry for
being jealous” you start but Chris hugs you close to his chest “I
know and you don’t have to I’m sorry you felt like that” he told you.
“I guess I own Melissa an apology” you say embarrassed “yes but
first let go to bed we can apologise to each first” he said with a smile.
Summary: You’d waited years to get your
soulmark, and when you finally did you realized that you’d never get to meet
Word count: 2284
Pairing: Steve Rogers x
Genre: Angst with a
Note: So this was an idea that I’d had anyway BUT it wasn’t in the
plans to be out anytime soon. However, yesterday I found myself on the
receiving end of some hate, telling me to give up on writing because I wasn’t
good and that I should delete my blog. Instead it fueled me to write this. So,
to that anon, thanks for the motivation! And a big thank you to all of you who
have been very supportive, it means a lot. Now, I feel like this started out
strong but got a little weak near the end, for that I apologize, its 5am and I’m
tired…If anyone wants a part 2 let me know and I can absolutely do it.
A/N: Sorry i haven’t been active lately just end of school things but i am officially a high school graduate, however that also means that I have a lot of time on my hand. so please send in requests or ask me anything.
“I smell snow” I take a deep breath in.
“…What?” he asks. We’re both walking down the side walk his
arm around my shoulder, mine around his waist. It’s early December and as per
usual Tom and I are on our usual walk, for one hour every day we try to take an
hour out of our busy schedule to just spend time with each other.
“I smell snow” I repeat, a wistful tone within my voice. “Alright,
am I dating Lorelai Gilmore now?” he jokingly states, pulling me closer and
kissing my forehead. “Oh shut up, can’t you smell it though?” I skip forward
and spin around, grabbing his hands and pulling him closer to me. Winter has
become my favourite part of the year, coming from a place that does not have
snow all year round, then coming here, to London; the snow is magical. He chuckles
at my excitement, wraps his arms around me “I believe that, that the smelling
of the snow is a thing only you and a fictional character are capable of,” He states
while pushing my hair back behind my ears, leaning forward placing his forehead
against mine, “However I believe that it is one of the many things that I love
about you” he mumbles, only I can hear it, and he pulls back slightly just
enough to kiss my forehead. “oh really? What else do you love about me?” I whisper
back, slightly in a daze by how intense his eyes are. “Well if you want to find
that out we would have to go back to either your place or mine.” He smirks as
soon as he sees the flustered effect that those words had one me.
Tom and I have been together for 2 years now, many people
expected us to fail and break up already but they were strongly mistaken. We have
a big age gap that my parents weren’t too happy about it but after seeing how
well we communicate with each other mum and dad just couldn’t find a flaw to
it. Being in the public eye was difficult, however it somehow never affected
We met on a small tv show, I just moved away from home, the
most impulsive thing that I have ever done and although it was my first acting
gig and it was a bit intimate Tom never once made me feel uncomfortable. Most people,
once they found out about the relationship immediately thought that it was because
of all the intimate scenes that we had together, however that was not the case.
As I was young, I am young, I took adjusting to the acting
life a bit difficult. I over worked myself and I was in a bad place and Tom was
the one to find me and help me he fixed me and for once I was able to open up
fully to a guy and fully trust him with my heart and with Tom it was easy and
yes that was scary but we got through it, together.
“Hey what’s going on through that pretty little head of
yours?” Tom’s voice breaks through my thoughts. “nothing that’s important” I mumble
back, pulling myself into him giving him a hug, “oh now come on everything
thing is important to me when it comes to you” he pulls away slightly bringing
me back to his side and continuing our walk. “wow how long did it take you to
come up with that one?” I chuckle causing him to laugh along. After some
silence I decided to give him an answer, “If I’m Lorelai Gilmore, does that
mean you’re my Luke Danes?” in the most serious tone I can give. He looks to me
confused at where the sudden question came from, “your question earlier? You asked
me what was going on in my head well that’s what was going through my head” he
laughs, a full belly laugh, with his head thrown back after a few moments of both
of us laughing we calm down. “I pretty sure my exact words were pretty little
head” after that the laughing starts up again.
We may have an age gap but we work well together. We get each
other’s jokes and understand what the other is thinking and feeling.
I smell snow and the snow is such a magical thing.
The time has come Shipsters to write a lengthy post. So here it is.
I am busting out the Marlboro Southern Cuts for this, so, be prepared for a lengthy ramble through my mind. First, some introductory notes for those of you who have not DM’d me.
I am a 53 year old Bisexual Female. This is only relevant to comments later in the post or I likely would not be sharing it on this blog. I am also a Disabled Veteran, and while that is not relevant to anything further, I am proud of it, and it does explain the inordinate amount of time I have on my hands to write these kind of things.
I am retired from a lifetime of work in multiple jobs, including ten years of Consulting on Business and Technology. I have been a student of human nature for most of my life. I am, in Jungian terms, an Introvert/Extrovert. Having been an actor, stage manager, costumer and director, who comes from a family of actors, I feel I can comment on that as well. I also am a writer. I am a bit rusty on this type of writing however, so, forgive me if it creaks along. I do hope you, if you read this whole piece, bless you, understand that it is off the cuff and not really intended for critique as to style or content, It is meant to just put my thoughts out there.
Now, to the reason for the post. I want to address the clusterfuck that this fandom is, the ways I would address some of the issues and my overall feelings about S/C the ship, shipping in general and the nature of actors. So, with those hats listed above on, here we go….
This fandom is toxic. There is no turning back from what has happened. There will never be a happy place for everyone again, if there ever really was. This is the reality of the Social Media age. This is the brutal truth of everything posted lives forever. This is the ugliest fandom I have ever seen. That is remarkable in that I have been around a very long time, fanning many different things and people. I have been active on the internet for twenty years, so that is really a dreadful label to put on a group of people, but believe me, we have earned it. Congratulations Outlander fans, you lose the fandom award for “best fans ever”.
How did this happen? Well, factions mostly, with supplied fuckery, insecure actors, incompetent handlers, nearly archaic business models, and ridiculous sums of money thrown in, just to rile up the masses. Never for a moment forget about that filthy lucre, because you better believe it IS the be all and end all of Hollywood. Oh, and if you believe that there is an actor on this planet who doesn’t want to be famous or is a true introvert, I weep for you naivete and wish you nothing but the best holding on to it.
Let’s break down the factions for a bit just to clear that from the table. F1, F2, F3 seems to be the easiest way to do this.
F1-the book readers who fanned and discussed long before anyone else came along. Subsets include: Diana worshippers, Diana tolerators, Diana haters, Diana imitators, Diana should haves, Diana could haves, Diana wills, Diana won’ts and finally my favorites: Actually write better then Dianas.
F2-the show onlies who came along starting with the production/casting news and stayed or left based on the show alone. Subsets include: Love the shows, Hate the shows, Love the show and anything associateds, Hate the show but love the casts, sorta like the shows, sorta like the actors, sorta want to stick arounds even though Starz is ridiculous, hate RDMers, etc…really too many to list.
F3-the all important bothies group. I could spent countless hours naming the subsets here and putting them up on a white board and drawing connections but here is where the money is folks. These are the people that bought over 25 million books, that spend their money on cable, that support in multiple ways, charities, conventions, memorabilia, various social media streams of income. Here is where the vast majority of Shippers, Antis, and Neutrals live. Here is the group most assuredly taken advantage of in any way possible. This is the group that gets pushed or pulled to suit the needs of Big Business. Most people in this group are normal, everyday type of people who willingly go along with whatever occurs because their needs, while oftentimes delayed, eventually get met in some fashion and so the money keeps rolling in.
F4-Trolls and the associated disenfranchised or purchased for profit motives or hopelessly ill or hopelessly deluded. Not really a money stream to be depended upon, but definitely a SM presence and a useful tool in a multitude of ways. Flames that burn high enough draw attention. They keep the conversation going when nothing else will. Throw them a bone now and again to get them salivating and watch that fandom jump. Most of the incompetent advisors and handlers really don’t understand this group because insanity is hard to control but they will also throw scraps when necessary.
Is it any wonder that this fandom was fractured from the start? This doesn’t begin to cover what went on, it’s just a base for the pyramid. The next level contains the subsets that formed their own associations. some fluid between Fs. Here we really see the SamOnlies, the CaitOnlies, the Mommies, the Fandom Police, the Deniers, the Enablers, the Accusers, the Peacemakers. The rapidly festering illness that is taking hold floats all around. Sadly the vast majority of these people are women who ought to know better, but for an incalculable amount of reasons don’t. Some of these people are just finding their feet on SM and love the perceived power inherent in that and so are letting the better angels of their natures take a backseat to the demons that niggle away at them, and some of them are just stupid, ignorant, attention seekers.
On to the heart of the matter. Sam and Cait. Actors with philanthropic tendencies. Generally thought of as good people, good actors, and if nothing else, the very best of friends. Oh that it were that simple, that pure or that classy. No it’s not. Nothing ever really is. I admire the kindheartedness of many who believe it to be so, but don’t respect the sellers of the blinders needed to buy what is being sold.
Actors Act. That is their job, likely their greatest passion and deepest need. Sure they are capable of great loves, great intentions, good deeds and all the other things that make life worth living. They also are liars, by the very nature of what they do. Lying too harsh a word? Sorry, but pretend is too childlike for those with any real talent. Liars are telling you a story, hoping to sell it to you with their actions and their emotions. Perhaps it’s a little white lie or a whopper, but it is a fabrication, an untruth, a show. Through study, practice, hard work, with luck, perhaps talent, and timing, they are able to make you believe the lie, for generally however long it takes for the show to go on. Actors who live their lives in this culture we have now, generally never completely let their guard down in any public way. They are always “in character” in one way or another. The deep rooted insecurities of the profession, the people involved in extraneous ways and their own substantial egos won’t let them truly present themselves as the human beings they are. Many a fine actor has descended into madness, addiction, death, because they can’t turn it off, never knew how or don’t want to. There are many perks, but just as many pressures and some were just not built for the strain. Now add in that fame factor, the money monster and aging. Time and Fame are fleeting. Recognition for ones work is nice, but the money is the icing on the cake. Hell, it’s probably 2/3rds of the cake too if I am being honest. Yes, they are artists, but honestly do you think any artist sets out to stay poor and struggling? Have you ever been poor? I have. It sucks.
Along comes Outlander and two “relative unknowns”. That is a bit disingenuous because they were both actively working prior to the show, but it has that lovely “a star is born” quality to it, and most are a sucker for that. So, TPTB were happy to sell that. Sam and Cait were surely on board for that meeting. Hey kids, we are gonna put on a show and oh by the way, you two are so pretty and cute with each other, work that into the “we are so happy and humble and our fans are the greatest act” would you? Then that oft spoke of chemistry became apparent to all and sundry before the show even aired. Oh my, a goldmine in the making. It certainly didn’t hurt anything that the affection between them likely was genuine and they really were flummoxed by the attention they attained so quickly. No one but the two of them really understands what it was like for them to be in that bubble together, at nearly the same age and stage of their careers. If they hadn’t leaned on each other, hadn’t formed a relationship of some kind, hadn’t sold said relationship at every opportunity and manipulated it for whatever reason they do, we wouldn’t be having this discussion. So mostly, kudos to them for a job well done, on multiple fronts, but it has not been perfect by any stretch of the imagination.
Sam, I have often speculated on his sexuality, without judgement, needed to be presented as a single, heterosexual man. Wasn’t so important that Cait be sold as a single, heterosexual woman. It actually enhances the fanbase if she can be sold as a possible bisexual. It’s not like we are saying that the vast majority of the fanbase are conservative Christians. Sex sells, go with the most profitable options. Let the Sam is gay rumors float around without addressing them. Any attractive male actor is going to get tagged that way, and it will draw a certain segment. Let the paps and fans throw some girls into the mix. No one threatening to the budding are they or aren’t they crowd though. No Cait clones. Sam you like blondes? OK. No one above D level status either, or it could distract the fans too much. Cait? Do whatever you like but keep it on the very downlow. We already have to sell you in the show as a woman in love with two men. We don’t want you looking desperate in any way. Perhaps a long term low key thing will work to keep the rumor mill in check. Maybe not, but it’s worth a shot. OK kids, let put on a show and the money will eventually flow. Oh, by the way, could the two of you roll out your charity endeavors as well? We know you both support things in real life, so be sure to let that be known. Do try not to be too political, what with the world as it is an all, but don’t be ostriches either. Oh, and sorry but PR says you have to sign these non disclosure contracts as well, and just so you know, there really is a morality clause but we don’t spell it out too clearly because that is what lawyers and loopholes are for.
Then we got the show, and low and behold, a hit. That goldmine sure is bigger then any of us hoped for here at Starz/Lionsgate/Tallship/ etc…These fans are so nice, they bring things, they say nice things on SM, they send things and most of them love the adaptation and isn’t funny how much they like us together offscreen? Wow, guess we should keep on selling that too. What’s that you say? Some are panicky that we may be too close? Why? Oh, they think if we become a couple that we will eventually break up and ruin the show or something. Can’t have that, then the money will stop. What should be done? Nothing? Carry on as before? Ambiguity is best? Alrighty. Can I throw a bone to the shippers we have acquired along the way? But what about the ones who don’t like us as a couple? Jeebus it’s getting harder to navigate these waters, why didn’t anyone prepare us for this part of it? What do you mean you just have to live it? Is that part of the contracts? oh.
Time for the intervention of the Troll Brigade, always lurking, but finally ready to find a way to break into the discussion. Mistakes were made here, not of epic proportions but enough that things began to crack around the edges. Threats were made, feelings were hurt, fans ran away, friends side eyed, Most importantly fingers began to be pointed. Advisors began to whisper in ears. Which group could likely take being battered the best to deflect attention from anything not fitting the needs of TPTB? Well, like all shows and fandoms, we have this pretty vocal shipper group. Nothing really wrong with shippers, they certainly like to promote, chatter and fangirl. Mostly harmless, although like any group of a like size, there will be some unstable ones. There is also a group of fairly rabid antis to consider. The neutrals can’t really be bothered to take the heat and would likely just walk away then take abuse. So, shippers it is then. Sorry ladies, but the writing was on the wall from before last summer that some group would have to be sacrificed for the perceived greater good.
It all went down hill from there. It hasn’t hit bottom yet. What can be done now to retain them or swap them to the neutral camp? You are seeing it unfold. Does this mean shipping S/C is dead? Of course not. Just backed into a corner, where hopefully, they will still fangirl, discuss, and spend money. Anytime they need more discussion or pap press or SM flare ups you can bet Shippers will be addressed in some manner. Too much money has come from them to let them go entirely no matter how Sam and Cait actually feel about them. They are a natural part of fandom, there will never be a time when they are gone completely. TPTB are counting on that. Only that F4 crowd really want them gone.
Yes, I still count myself among the shippers. No, I don’t care if they have SOs or if their sexulaties preclude them being an actual couple. Yes, I will watch S3 at least. No, I don’t think it will go beyond S4, the material is not strong enough. Yes, I like passages of books after S3, but not the whole books. I am in F3. I have never harassed anyone about S/C, never commented on MM’s stuff, don’t follow her, am not a fan of hers, and frankly do not care whether or not Sam is dating her. It is not my job to be her fan, promote her or protect her. Nor is it my job to worship Sam and Cait, support them or protect them. I am not here for that. I do believe that there are some very talented, genuinely funny, and awesome women in the Shippers lane. I don’t pay attention to the antis, nor do I comment on their antics to them on Twitter. I do discuss them here, but only in a general way. I find the neutrals to be just that and respect they don’t want to get involved in flame wars. I have actually been saddened by the descent of Shitner, couldn’t care less about Camuso, and they, Purv and BG will face their own Karma. Not my circus, not my monkeys.
Sam and Cait will fan the flames themselves now, no matter what they do. Until the time comes when they move on from the show, they are in a no win situation as far as some faction of the fandom goes. They likely don’t care. They are getting paid no matter what happens. If one of them cracks, my money is on Sam, he has charm and talent to spare, he will likely recovery in some fashion. He has MPC to pay him if he keeps that going. That’s right, not all the funding goes to charity, remember that. They will both getting acting gigs following Outlander. Life will go on. Much love to you Shipster Sisters, carry on.
Chelsea has been writing poetry since highschool. It’s something she’s always kept private, because while the poems range from silly to gut wrenching they’re hers alone. One day, while going through old boxes, Nia finds one of Chelsea’s journals. While many of the poems are about animals, global warming, and friendship there are others that are so intimate Nia feels guilty for reading them. She shares her favourites with Tess, and it’s during one of their private readings that they get caught by Levi and Booker. Her favourites include heartwrenching poems written on these significant dates: the day Devon proposed to Raven, Raven and Devon’s wedding day, and the day Chelsea met Garrett. The kids come to the conclusion that Chelsea is in love with Raven, and that she fell for Garrett because she’d finally fully given up hope that they could be more than friends. The kids devise a plan.
Hey i was wondering if u could maybe do a prompt where jellybean is in town and betty and jughead are babysitting her and she gets sick and they have to look after her? Btw I love your fics xx thanks
Let me twist this a little bit! Jelly beans a baby and jughead is a nervous wreck😂
Jughead paced back and forth, his feet wearing treads into the kitchen floor as he rocked his squirming sister in his arms. Why wouldn’t she stop crying? Why was she screaming? He’d done everything right, he followed the instructions his mother had given him word by word.
“It’s okay Jellybean. What do you want?! What can I do?!” He groaned frantically, for a split second the baby looked up at him and quieted down, Jughead eyes went wide and he let out a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding, sure enough .2 seconds later the tiny baby in his arms was wailing again and clawing to get away.
In theory, telling his parents he could watch the new baby had been a great idea. Things were going so well since his mother had moved back home 2 years ago, she’d gotten pregnant less than a year later and his family was finally whole again…well with a new addition of course. He was a senior now so the age gap was a little ridiculous but none the less he loved his little bean. He had wanted to give his parents a night out, a chance to be on their own, however this was not what he had in mind for himself.
Jughead knew what he had to do, positioning jellybean on his hip he pulled his cellphone from his pocket he tried to listen over the screaming.
A sugary sweet voice came over the line
Jughead couldn’t help the soft smile that fell on his lips at his girlfriends voice, the shrieking of his baby sister quickly broke him out of his momentary peace
“I need you.” He spoke into the phone as Jellybean flung his beanie halfway across the room “hey!”
He heard the rustling of keys and Betty’s simple
“Be there in ten.”
He had just wrestled Jellybean out of her onesie when he heard the front door open,
“In here!” He called out desperately, holding the tiny feet down in an attempt to avoid being kicked in the face. He looked over his shoulder to see Betty leaning against the door frame, a goofy smile on her lips.
“Lookin good daddy.” She smirked
Jughead glanced down at his white t shirt, now covered in baby food as a diaper hung from his shoulder, his hair was a mess and he had a bottle sticking out of his pocket.
“Very funny, help. Please.” He held up his hands and Betty swooped in, cooing softly as she quickly changed the diaper like a pro, her nimble fingers buttoning up the onesie and holding Jellybean to her chest.
“You’re just sleepy aren’t you baby?” She swayed gently, “she just needs a nap.” Betty explained, kissing the baby fine hair on the little girls head.
Suddenly she was humming, a soft haunting song that seemed to be exactly what his little sister needed. Jughead was captured, he couldn’t tear his eyes from the Scene.
Betty had the most maternal instinct he had ever seen, even more than his own mother. She rocked the newborn with such ease he felt his own chest ache as pictures of this very scene appeared in front of his eyes, only the babies had Betty’s green eyes and Jughead wavy dark hair.
“Ah.” She finally whispered as the baby’s eyes fluttered delicately and her breathing slowed , she very gently placed Jellybean back in her crib, pressing a finger to her lips as she led Jughead out of the room.
Betty turned towards him
“See that wasn’t so bad she was just..”
Jughead cut her off by pressing his lips to hers, gripping her hips and pushing her against the wall, she gasped into his mouth and tugged in his hair.
Jughead pulled away slowly and rested his forehead on hers
“Let’s make one of our own.” He stated breathily, Betty’s eyes widening as she giggled
“Right now? We’re only eighteen Juggie.” She giggled again.
Jughead grinned, pressing another slow kiss to her lips
“Not now, but… someday.” He spoke wistfully and Betty smiled lovingly as she gripped his hand
he fought the nazis. he's taught every single flash there is. do you want to hurt really really badly? if so, go ahead.
aw why would you fight barry allen? he's just trying his best. sure he's a little mopey but he just wants to do his best. leave him alone.
fight this weasley reject pile of poop. do it. fight him. kick his nerd ass. he doesn't even have a job. god.
really? she has super speed, super strength, and runs her own company. go ahead and fight her if you want to know what a truck coming at you at like 90000 mph looks like.
do you even know how old he is? the shit he's seen? he raised impulse. do you wanna mess with that?
you soulless animal. you raging hell beast. he's actually like 5 years old. why would you fight this precious cinnamon bun? has he not been through enough? fight to protect him maybe. speaking of protecting him: remember inertia? remember what happened to him? he's also got like 2 kickass, age hardened dads. basically don't fight bart allen, you baby killer.
she's like 10. don't fight a 10 year old. don't you have morals?
he doesn't even have his powers anymore. are you really that empty and devoid of goodness?
you would hurt your own grandmother? you monster.
no. do not.
it's like you want to find out if wally has a breaking point. first his kids, now this? and plus, why would you want to screw with her? you'd be better off fighting her husband because she will get a gun and she will shoot you.
Got what you wanted, learn to stop pushing your luck.
Backgrounder: I worked in this company with a stone-aged culture. There was this old lady from the finance department (let’s call her shitface). Now I was from the servicing department so I rarely have anything to do with her. Since day 1 of joining this company, shitface had never been nice to me at all. And this was without reason.
I used to work in a team with these 2 girls. They often hold back information and leave me working on things, only to have them telling me that I’ve done it all wrong and how frustrating it is for them to clean up after me. Seeing that I’ll be on the losing end of this, I made a request to switch teams.
– He is nervous as hell, but
wouldn’t admit even if it kills him. Sometimes at night, J has second thoughts
but then he looks at you sleeping and takes a deep breath, thinking: “Shit, I
guess I’m doing this.”
– You have fights about the color of
your wedding dress: The Joker wants to see you in white, but you would prefer
purple, one of his favorite colors. You break up and call off the weeding for
about…4 hours, before starting to speak to each other again because now you
have to fight about the color of his tuxedo. You want him to wear the classic
black and J wants to wear green.
You call off the wedding again for about…5 hours before bumping into each other in the living room. He growls and you pout, telling him to come
to bed because it’s late. J follows you to the bedroom muttering and
complaining until he falls asleep.
–But you can’t doze off. You are so
anxious about the upcoming event that you have second thoughts. But then you
watch him dream and scoot over, forgetting you are mad at him. You snuggle to
his chest and he squeezes you tight in his arms, kissing your forehead. I guess
J wasn’t really asleep, he was just waiting to see if you would make the move
before he does.
– The King of Gotham buys you all
these little wedding gifts he hides all over the place for you to find. When you discover
something you don’t remember you had before, he doesn’t admit to it since he
doesn’t want you to think he cares too much:
“Of course you had that diamond
necklace, I saw you wear it on our last date.”
“Are you kidding me? That dress has
been in there for ages.”
“Ummm, those earrings have been in
your jewelry box for at least 5 years.” (But,
you know… you’ve been together for 2 years…)
“Come on, now, those stilettos have
been in that box for at least a year.”
“Seriously, you don’t remember this car?!”
smooth, you smile to yourself, aware of what your future husband is doing
but pretend not to have a clue and play along. It’s more fun this way.
– J wants to invite Batsy to the
weeding. You believe it’s a great idea so tonight you blew up Gotham Bank and
sprayed a nice graffiti on the only wall still standing: “ Come to the wedding”
with the Batsy logo under. “P.S. No
people were hurt in the making of this wedding invitation. You’re welcome.” Of course he saw it but there is no address, no
date, no nothing. “Lunatics,” Bruce Wayne thinks, “how am I supposed to know
what’s going on if there’s no info?!”
– You are afraid he will get bored
with you after getting married. What if it doesn’t work and it all goes down in
flames? What are you going to do without your green haired nightmare? The Joker
notices you are stressed out and it only makes him even more nervous: I mean,
what if he doesn’t work out and you get bored with him afterwards? What if ends
up badly and you leave him? What is he going to do without his pain in the ass?
– One day, J finds you crying your
eyes out on the balcony and you finally tell him why. Well, thank God because
he didn’t want to bring that up, but what a relief to find out you share the
“Of course I’m going to divorce you
in a couple of years: you’ll be too old for my standards,” he teases, spanking
“You’re already too old for my
standards but I plan to stay married,” you whimper, blowing your nose in a tissue
so loud it makes him cringe.
“Ewww, that’s it, the weeding is
off!” and instead of laughing at his joke you bawl harder because the whole
thing has been an emotional roller-coaster so far. “Ugghhh,” he rolls his eyes
and lifts you in his arms, while you rub your eyes, upset. “Hug me,” and you
don’t react. The threat follows: “Your arms better go around my neck really,
really tight in the next 3 seconds or the ceremony is off for reals!”
– You don’t remember being so fast
“I guess we’re still on,” your
fiancée huffs and the teary smile gives him such an unexpected feeling of
bliss. J wants to say something sweet for once but ends up mumbling a few words
you don’t understand.
“What was that?” you ask, not sure if
he really said anything.
“Mind your own business, woman!” but
he doesn’t look mad and it makes you happy.
– Conflict arises when the subject
of kids is brought up again: The Joker wants 3 and you want none. Huge fight
and J leaves, slamming the door and yelling a bunch of stuff that makes
you hate him for 30 minutes before you have a change of heart and text him:
“I am willing to compromise for 2.”
– He actually makes you sign a
treaty stipulating your little truce. J types the text and prints it, bringing
over the piece of paper.
agree to let my husband knock me up at
least twice,” you read out loud, ready to sign. “Baby, I don’t like
that ‘at least’ in there’ –it’s
misleading,” you complain but The Clown Prince of Crime won’t have any of this
“Just flippin’ scribble your name on
the bottom of the page and stop whining!”
You take a deep breath and sign:
“Wrong name, Pumpkin,” The Joker
points out. “It should be Mrs. J since we are basically married !”
You giggle and cross a line on top of
“Y/N”, correcting the mistake.
“Sucker!” J smirks, yanking the page
away and folding it as soon as you are done. “Now I can have as many kids as I
want. You’re so easy to trick, Princess,” and the paper gets carefully placed
in his seif and locked away.
You sulk, aware you stepped right
into this one.
– The Joker wants to have the most
opulent, luxurious and lavish wedding ever in the history of mankind. You want
a more private ceremony, not necessarily less posh, but 1000 guests seem too much
for your taste. You want…950 guests and would love to get rid of that extra
50 people, but J is threatening with no sex until after the wedding if you
don’t agree to his list.
– You panic. How are you supposed to
survive with no sex with The Joker for so long???!! It’s one week away, a whole
eternity for Heaven’s sake! So you say yes.
“Sucker!” he maliciously laughs.
“Can’t stay away from Daddy, hm?”
“The wedding is off!” you have a
comeback at his sassiness, yet J has some sane logic for once:
“Then there will be no sex,
“OK, the wedding is on!” you shout,
irritated and rush out of the living room, defeated and pissed.
– You never had a first date so you
will have one tonight before the wedding. Things between the two of you just
kind of happened and you are the one that wants to fix that. J was totally
against it but he gave in, renting your favorite restaurant for the night.
– You just started the evening and
barely had an appetizer when he already had enough of romance:
“Come on, Doll, get naked, I wanna
have you here on the table.”
“What?! On our first date?!” you
reply, blushing a bit.
“Don’t make me wait!” J growls and
you are disappointed; that’s why you never had a first proper date, he’s so
“I don’t sleep with anybody at a
first date!” you conclude and he’s lost.
“Let’s enjoy our early evening and
then we can go home and sleep. Tomorrow is a big day,” you try to convince him.
“You know you can’t see the bride before the wedding anyway, so tonight it’s
perfect for us to have a first date and have the tradition taken care of too.”
He just stares at you, grinding his
“This is bullshit; take your dress
“No! “ you fight back and he slams
his fist on the table, getting up to leave, enraged at your nonsense.
“Where are you going?”
“To find somebody else for the night
since I am being refused on my apparent
first date!” and he storms out, abandoning his bride- to- be at the restaurant.
– You called Frost and he brought
you back to the Penthouse. You are nervous to see if he’s home after all he
said. Of course he’s home, locked inside one of the bedrooms upstairs. Not that
you thought J would cheat, but…you never know.
You are still furious though and
debate if you should show up for the wedding tomorrow. You have no clue he is
thinking the same.
– You linger in front of his door,
debating and turn around to leave when The Joker suddenly opens the door:
“What do you want?” he snaps.
“Nothing…” you scratch your shoulder
and stare at each other.
“Then why are you here?”
You lift your shoulders up, not
“It’s bad luck to see the bride
before the weeding so disappear!” he mocks, slowly closing the door. You are
fast to sneak in before he does it, not that he tries to stop you.
“If you don’t want to see the bride
then close your eyes,” you flutter your long eyelashes, biting on your lip.
“That’s stupid,” he whispers but
closes his eyes and heads towards the bed. You silently follow and get under
the sheets, making sure to say:
“But we can’t have sex, it’s the
“Pfft, you already hurt my pride
tonight and I don’t forgive that. EVER,” and slides towards you, groping your
butt in the process.
Needless to say that was the best sex
you had all week.
– His heart stopps when he sees how
beautiful you look in the white dress. Yes, you decided on what he wanted.
–Your heart stops when you see him
wear the black tuxedo, a very handsome devil. Yes, he decided on what you wanted.
– The Joker almost shoots the priest
because things aren’t moving too fast. He’s not a patient man. You calm him
down and the ceremony continues without any further death threats.
– The big letdown for the special
occasion is the fact that Batsy didn’t show up. You invited him, right?! Both
of you are bummed about it; maybe he was busy or something…Oh, but maybe he
will like to be the Godfather of your first child or occasionally babysit…And
then again maybe not since he ditched the groom and bride on such an important
day. The fact that he didn’t have an address or date has nothing to do with it.
– But he would have probably used
the opportunity to bring the SWAT team over and catch you so…a blessing in
disguise Gotham’s Vigilante didn’t show up.
– Unexpectedly, for the wedding
night, J decides to be romantic.
“Allright, Mrs. J, this is special,”
he winks, kissing you roughly and you just can’t wait to take your dress off.
‘”We will use our weeding night as a first date and we won’t have sex, just
like you wanted. Surprise!” he grins, soooo proud of his romantic skills.
Your jaw drops to the ground.
“This is my remarkable wedding gift
to you: can’t say I am insensitive to your needs,” he dramatically gestures,
full of himself.
“And NOW you want to do this??!!”
“No better time.”
“That’s… that’s… preposterous !!!!!
There is no way I’m not getting laid on my wedding night!!!” you scream and start
yanking at his clothes, eager to get him out of the dammed tuxedo.
“Jeez, Mrs. J, calm down. You’re so
desperate it’s embarrassing. I am doing this for you; we’ll just talk,” he yawns and crushes on the bed, stretching on top of
the purple sheets.
“Fine, fine, whatever,” you utter,
distressed, admitting in your mind you actually asked for this…last night. You collapse by
him, glaring at the ceiling, frustrated.
“On the other hand…” J gets on his
elbow, “we can maybe postpone this for another time.”
“Really?” you get on your elbow too,
full of hope.
“Sucker, I totally got you!!!!” he chuckles
when you crawl on top of him, kissing him in frenzy.
“You’re such a jerk!”
– Needless to say it was the best
sex you had all month.
Summary: Min Yoongi not only leaves his family behind but you as well to pursue his dream. As the years go on, you never thought you would run into him again until the company he is working under is getting sued for copyright infringement, and you are the lawyer for this case. Yoongi never forgot about you, and loves you dearly with his heart, but it pains him to know that you’re avoiding him at every event you attend. Will you win the case against his company? Will Yoongi get you back?
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Soft hums were falling from your closed mouth as you stood patiently in front of the bathroom mirror wrapping your hair around the curling iron. The black gown that was hanging up on your door was seen through the mirror and a smile crept through your lips. A quiet afternoon to get ready for yet another graduation. Another milestone that you have succeeded in life. Through all the ups and downs this was the day you’ve been looking forward to. You finally graduate law school, no more schooling of any type stands in your way anymore. The thought of that is what makes you beyond excited for what the future holds for you.
Just as you were turning the curling iron off and touching up your make-up, a figure stood in the doorway. Turning around, you see Jimin standing there with a smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers in one hand and in the other, a teddy bear dressed like a graduate holding a balloon. “Oh, Jimin.” Your eyes lit up as you went over to him and grabbed the items and hugging him in the process. “Thank you, you didn’t have to.” Grinning as you smelt the flowers.
“It isn’t everyday that I have a friend that graduates from law school. I wanted to do something.” He smiled at you while placing a chaste kiss on your cheek, showing his affection in the slightest way yet you loved it. Jimin stayed in your life since you met him at the bar a couple years ago. Who would have thought one random hook-up with some random guy would lead you to one of the best friendships you’ve ever had. Jimin came into your life when it was messy and the pieces weren’t completely picked up yet. He helped you overcome the loneliness, sadness, and depression you faced and replaced with happiness, smiles, and joy even though it was tough work.
You still aren’t looking for a relationship yet even though it has been 2 years without Yoongi. You want to see what exactly you, yourself are capable of doing without someone next to you. You want to try and be independent because ever since you were 18 to 23, Yoongi was right by your side. You wanted to test the waters and see who exactly you would become without him and at age 25, you couldn’t be more proud of yourself for the woman you are today. There are a few hiccups here and there that make you think of him, like right now in the bathroom with Jimin. It takes you back to the time of college graduation where he gave you that heart stopping promise ring and asked you to move in with him, because you were the so called “love of his life”. In that moment, it may have not been a lie but Yoongi defeated it by showing you it wasn’t the truth later on in life.
“Thank you again Jimin, it truly means a lot.” Patting his chest, you walked out of the bathroom to place the flowers in a vase so they could hopefully stay alive for more than a week. “Did I tell you that you look good? If not, you do.” Smiling into the words you had just had, you walked the vase over to put it in the center of your kitchen table. Jimin’s hands were placed on the top of a chair while smirking. “I had to look good if I’m attending the ceremony. I can’t go there like a bum Y/N! Anyways, you’ll steal the show in whatever you’ll be wearing.” You walked near him and his hands ungrasped the chair and landed softly on your hips, pulling you closer to him. His now silver hair was done up, by the courtesy of gel and many more products, him wearing an all black suit wasn’t helping you fight your attraction for him at the moment. He knew he was handsome, and he always flaunted it in front of you at the most inconvenient moments is what it seemed like.
“Oh yeah,” you scoff, rolling your eyes and placing your hands on his chest playing with his tie, “because a black gown steals the show.”
“A black gown to symbolize a graduate,” he placed a quick kiss on your lips, “a smarty pants,” another kiss, “and you know that I meant under your gown.” And he finished his sentence with a passionate kiss, and you hate him for doing this right now because you have places to be. Pulling away from him and smiling while doing so you head off to your room. “Sorry Min, but not right now at least.” He heard the playfulness in your voice as he followed you into your room with his hands in his pockets.
Once you stepped into your room, something took over Jimin as he tackled you into your bed and started placing playful kisses on your neck and all over your face. You couldn’t stop your giggling, no matter what the time was, and even if your make-up and hair were done, you couldn’t say no to this. Something so casual, so fun, and so exciting. This is why you loved having Jimin in your life, you never knew what to expect, but it was always something good.
Laughter filled the room as the two of you laid on your backs and stared at your ceiling. You once found the ceiling lively, but at this moment it was dull and boring because the man next to you was what filled your life with brightness and light for the past 2 years and you wouldn’t change that for anything. “I think you should get ready Y/N.” He whispered to you, not moving an inch. “I guess I should.” With that, you up and at it, placing on your dress along with your cap and gown and heading to the school to get your final degree to pursue a real adult job, something that you love.
And with Jimin’s hand in yours as he drove the two of you drove to the school, you couldn’t be more happy with the way things were finally falling together.
It’s pronounced the same way as Maeve, it just has an Irish spelling.
2) How long have I been drawing for?
As soon as I could hold a paintbrush I was painting. Both my parents are designers who went to art college so I was encouraged at a super young age.
3) Have you taken any art classes?
Yes, I chose art as one of my subjects all through secondary school (high school I guess is the closest thing), I also did an art class outside school for about 2-3 years but I eventually grew out of it and just wanted to do my own thing. And now I am in Limerick School of Art and Design studying Animation and Motion Design. However, I would still classify what I post on Tumblr/Instagram as self taught because that all came from me, not a teacher.
4) Biggest Inspirations
I’m so inspired by so many thing so it is basically whatever I find eye catching so that might be; People, art styles, colour palettes, compositions, lighting etc.
I have been a fan of both Tony DiTerlizzi and P.J. Lynch for as long as I can remember, with my mom working for Candlewick Press in MA when we lived in America we always had hundreds of children’s books growing up, but those two illustrators have always stuck out in my mind. But more recently I have become absolutely obsessed with Jim Kay, I have the illustrated versions of the two Harry Potter books that have come out and my illustrated version of A Monster Calls is breath-taking. I also have the most gorgeous version of The Boy in Striped Pyjamas that was illustrated by Oliver Jeffers.
Glen Keane, Ollie Johnson, Frank Thomas, Milt Kahl are all animation heroes in my opinion, but I have such a huge soft spot for the company Cartoon Saloon, who are an Irish based animation company who created ‘The Secret of Kells’ and 'Song of the Sea’, obviously because of Irish pride but also because I was lucky enough to go to the studio and meet all the lovely people there who were nothing but kind and supportive of my work.
Gustav Klimt is my favourite painter because of the emotion he is able to capture with such subtlety.. that’s what I want my drawings to show.
It really depends on the day, sometimes it can take an hour, sometimes a couple of days
6) What materials do I use?
For sketching I use lead pencils over 2B, drawing pens, markers, oil pastels, compressed charcoal and watercolour pencils - they tend to have the best pigmentation.
7) What Software do I use?
I draw with Photoshop, record speedpaints with OBS, and edit the videos with Premier Pro.
8) What tablet do I use
I use a Wacom Intuos tablet.
9) Do I take commissions and request?
I tend not to take requests, and I have in my blog description whether my commissions are open or not.
10) Can I repost your drawings?
Not on Tumblr, if you want to post them on Instagram/Twitter/Facebook/Pinterest just make sure you provide a link back to my Tumblr blog or my Instagram which is “meabhusd”
11) Can I make edits/colour in your drawings?
Yes of course, but once again, just link back to me.
12) Can I use your drawings as an avatar/header imagine?
Yes you can.
13) How old are you?
I was born on the 24th of April 1996
14) How do I create character designs
Well every time I read a book I will keep a notebook beside my bed to take down all the descriptions of the characters. Of course it is not enough to just have the physical descriptions of characters in my opinion. I always take into account the characters background/personality/settings etc. All of these elements contribute to a better and more interesting design. For example; if a character has a job working outside doing physical labour, they will probably have stronger bodies, more scars, freckles, sunburn or tans.
15) How do I make characters look more diverse?
Same-facing characters is one of the hardest habits to break and I struggled with it for such a long time! Still do. My advide would be to use references of multiple ethnicities first. After that you would be surprised how different a character can look if you change eyebrows, hairlines, jawlines, cheekbones, noses, lips and bodyweight. If you are relying on a different hairstyle to distinguish between each of your characters it wont work. Also adding features like scars/moles/freckles/facial hair can really make your characters unique.
16) Do I have any OCs?
Yes I do, though they are very under developed. I tend to be quite shy about posting about them because they are more personal than fanart, it’s almost intimate to me. They are under they tag 'meabhd’s ocs’.
17) Do you have any other blogs?
I have one for my college work @meabhd-art but it is very different to this one. Much more traditional work and a lot more abstract..
18) Why do I keep Anon asks off?
I have always been quite private and prefer when I feel like I’m talking to someone rather than a thing? I also have anxiety and it makes me nervous not knowing who is talking to me. I answer every single question, though I only publish them sometimes and I am more than happy to answer questions privately if you are not comfortable having a question published.
19) How do I get over art slumps?
Art slumps are so hard, like I’ve had my fair share of them! I find that they come from a place of repetition? So you keep drawing in the same format, or the same characters. So my advice is to change up and element of how you draw, it’s as easy as using a new brush of photoshop, but it will trigger a problem solving part of your brain that will try and adapt the new element to your style or whatever so it’s more interesting to draw.
Prompt: “Did you seriously just kiss me?!” w/ Bella name insert instead of reader.
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A/N: I’m starting to write the part 2 of the Steve Harrington imagine and I want an opinion if they should make up or not. Of course I have the main idea down and written but all I need is if you want a happy or feels ending. Also for this imagine I realized half way through that I started with first person and ended with 3rd so please don’t mind that. But I hope you enjoy this! And side note this is a semi AU after the events of season 1.
Today we were planning on seeing a Star Wars film! Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, El, and I were planning on hanging out together like we always do. Mike got a VHS of Return of the Jeti we were going to watch it and sneak a butt load of food into Mike’s basement and after we would reenact it like we always do. We have been planning this day for about 2 weeks now and everyone seems to be canceling on us. Dustin has to go to the doctors for a check up, Lucas is grounded for cussing in front of his family, Jonathan is taking Will on a trip to a museum, and El is having a girls day with Joyce.
“Ohh my god! Bella! We’ve been planning this for ages we can’t just cancel the whole thing now!” Mike lets out a big sigh and jumps face first into the couch. Mike wanted us to get together and bond since we all make been busy or having nightmares about the Upside down.
I copy Mike’s sigh and place down a bag of potato chips is was just eating. I roll over to Mike and get up and sit on his back and start hitting it. I let out a big yell and say, “We can’t just cancel this, Mike! It’s Star Wars! ITS STAR WARS!”
“Bella! Get off of me! UGHHH! There is no way we can just everyone to stop what they are doing and come over here to watch Star Wars.” Mike rubs his face on the arm of the chair and starts do make annoyed sounds.
“I know. I know. But it’s return of the Jeti! I guess we can just watch it together. It won’t be as great but it’s something and we still get to watch it in the end.” I let out probably the 50th sigh I’ve let out today. I get off of Mike’s back and continue back to my potato chips as I feel a small dust of pink make its way to my cheeks. Thinking about spending time with Mike alone makes me feel a little flustered. Usually we are never alone together because we are always with another person in our gang. I have always had a close relationship with Mike even though I was one of the last people to move here considering I lived in California. Mike was the once who quickly warmed up to me as he saw a collectors Star Wars pin on my backpack. We soon became best friends and stayed together since.
Mike was one of the first people to talk to me in my new school so I have always felt like I owe him my gratitude and that means me probably spending time with him 24/7. The endless hours of us hanging out has made me develop a small crush on the floppy haired male. I was a grade below them but every hour after school he would be with me cheering me on or making his sassy remarks. No one knows about my crush besides El and El finds it really cute and wants us to get together even though we are still very young. El found out when she came over to my house and my older sister was teasing me and El overheard.
“Bella! Bella! You are zoning out again, you airhead! What do you want to go home now even though you were complaining just a second ago?” Mike sits up on the couch and crosses his arm and raises an eyebrow at me.
“I did not zone out, douche. I’ll stay here and we could still watch Star Wars and have a sleep over but it’s only going to be us! There will not be Dustin and Lucas to scream at the TV anymore!” I let out an exasperated breath and I hear a chuckle escape Mike’s lips.
“Why are you saying it like its a bad thing?” Mike’s bad mood starts to life and a smile starts to build itself on his face. His features light up at Bella’s ridiculousness. Bella doesn’t know this but Mike has had a huge crush on her the first time he saw here in the school campus looking oblivious to what’s going on in the real word as she whispered the script to Star Wars. Mike had make an effort to grow some balls and go talk to the girl and when he finally did he was relived at how normal it felt to talk to Bella.
“Because now you have to deal with my constant yelling and questions! You know me Mike-” Bella continues to ramble out a bunch of words that Mike would probably not even understand if he was listening. Instead of paying attention, Mike’s eyes drift to Bella’s plump light pink lips. Mike finds himself captivated as he soon focuses on them and wtches them move as she talks and occasionally would bite them when she stumbled on a word. Without realizing Mike started to lean closer to Bella.
“Mike? Mike!” Bella tries to get his attention as she notices his absence in the conversation but she soon realizes his close proximity. “W-what?”
Mike leans closer and soon their lips are touching. Considering this was their first kiss together it was a little unplanned and not practice for but they both felt like they were meant to me. It may all sound cheesy but they did love each other with all their heart and would do anything for each other.
Mike soon realized what he had done and pulled away quickly and soon followed by Bella as she stared shocked at him as her whole face turned a bright pink color.
“Did you seriously just kiss me?!” Bella lets out a loud breath that she realize she had been holding in and tries to avoid his gaze at her outburst that may had come off as rude.
“I-I mean.. Yeah. Ohh I’m so sorry, Bella! Was that your first kiss! I didn’t mean to but you are just so pretty and I really like you! Did I just say I like you I mean! Uhh I’m sorry…” Mike find it hard to form a complete sentence that makes sense but ends up finding his fingers more interesting than ever before.
“No no it’s okay Mike. How do I say this? I guess I like you too. Sorry I never told you I just didn’t know how! I know it’s not like me but I can’t help it!” Bella grabs Mike’s hands that makes his eyes land on hers.
Mike lets out a relieved breath as his nerves seem to lighten up. Mike’s grin that makes millions or girls swoon without realizing makes its way onto his features as he says, “umm since we like each other… Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
A smile that always seems to be molded on Bella’s face forms again as she looks like the happiest girl alive brings Mike close and kissing him on the cheek and whispers yes in a sweet tone.
The aim of this project is to show witches young, old, new, and experienced, exactly what a real witch looks like.
And what does a witch look like?
A witch could be your next door neighbor’s football player son, wearing his good luck charm every game and practice.
A witch could be your microeconomics professor at college walking your class through deep breathing exercises when she sees the class is stressed.
A witchg could be the sweet old grandmother down the block who always has fresh cookies and sweet tea.
A with could be your geeky lab partner whose constantly going on about his Pokemon collection, and is always dealing them out to himself.
A witch could be the stereotypical goth girl who seems to wear the title “Witch” loud and proud.
A witch could be the head cheerleader on your school’s squad, infusing magic into their cheers.
A witch could be your school’s valedictorian, sending out vibes or luck, success, and happiness as they read off their valedictorian speech.
There are witches everywhere. They can beanyone. They can practice anyway they want. There are no limits.
1. Preferred Name? Primrose
2. Age? 21
3. Gender or lack thereof? Enby
4. Sexuality? Pansexual
5. Where are you from? Massachusetts
6. Signs? Gemini ☀️, Sagittarius 🌕, Libra ⬆️
7. Occupation? I co-moderate the social media accounts for a metaphysical shop/community center and read tarot. I’m basically a Professional Witch now! I’m also a full time Sociology student.
8. Preferred Element? Air
9. Pro- or Anti-Curse? Pro-Curse
10. How long have you been practicing? Almost 9 years now!
11. What is your practice like? I’d say my practice is fairly casual! I don’t do too many things daily. Normally my daily practice just include meditation, ward maintenance, spirit offerings, and stuff like that! I usually only cast spells as needed. I tend to incorporate a lot of energy work, divination, and spirit work into my practice. I’ve also recently starting learning hoodoo, which is a closed folk magic tradition.
12. Other interests you’d like to mention? I absolutely love reading, writing, crafts, art, music, anime, and the Sims 3!
Hello, Aimo! I just want to say, I've been a huge fan of your work since you first started drawing for DAO. My canon warden is a Brosca and you were the first person I came across who felt the same way about the dwarva as I do! I'm playing through inquisition for the first time right now and my main inquisitors are a pair of Cadashes who I headcanon as sisters. Every time I think about how much I Love dragon age dwarva I think of your art, and I just wanted to say thank you! Thanks for doing 1/2
My Dragon Age dwarvettes (and a photobombing Pillars of Eternity one) say hi! It’s always heartening to know that dwarf players feel kinship when they see each other in fic and art, so thanks for dropping me a line and letting me know :3