Born To Make History | Set My Heart On Fire by SweetLittleVampire
@skittleicious asked for more Victor, and I ended up drawing two couple pictures, woohoo! Therse are meant as sister/companion pieces to each other, that´s why I picked matching outfits (that´ans I ran into a group of YOI cosplayers at the last convention I attended who were wearing these exact outfits and kinda fell in love with the Yurio and Otabek variations of them).
I wanted to try and recreate the fondness they had in their eyes when Victor threw Yuri onto the ice to kiss him…I love how those two look at each other in general. I still have difficulties to properly draw Yurio´s and Otabek´s faces though, and I´m not entirey sure why…also I wasn´t quite sure what poses to pick, but I´m kind of satisfied with these ones.
My pose references for these were all by @senshistock; for some reason tumblr won´t let me link them but if you go to my dA (same username) they´re all listed there.
Ok, I know I already mentioned this, but I love love LOVE that this is Mello’s covert, super-secret, undercover outfit. Like a flashy leather jacket with studded embellishments, leather pants, wearing sunglasses inside an airport terminal, AND the black lipstick, I mean WOW what a guy. Mihael Keehl, everyone. Very subtle, no witnesses would remember you or be able to describe your appearance.
ALSO, side note, the fact that Mello sat on a plane from NY to Japan in leather pants is, wow, something else. Like, how long is that flight? Update: I CHECKED. It’s 14 hours, guys. Wow. I love him.
Summary: After you teased Jimin, he’s looking for revenge…
A/N: This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!
As soon as you stepped foot into your apartment you went to the bathroom and took a long, cold shower. While trying to calm down you were thinking why did that affect me so much? you hate that asshole. You thought about how Jimin looked at you when you walked out in the maid outfit, how you could hear his groans from across the room when you bent over, which made you wet all over again. You exited the shower and went straight to your room, not bothering to put your pyjamas on. You got on your bed and opened your bedside drawer, looking for your favourite toy. You grabbed your phone next, setting it on silent so you couldn’t be interrupted, and put it beside you.
You lay back on your bed and started to think about Jimin. The way he pushes his hair back with his hand, the way he licks his lips when he stares at you, the way his abs trail down to that v-line… You were soon a moaning mess. Your earlier thoughts about hating the asshole long gone, and you accepted your want for him.
You didn’t see your phone light up, not when your eyes were closed, head thrown back in pleasure as you neared your high. You also didn’t see your phone shift on the bed from your movements, landing near your ass. Too caught up in your release, you didn’t notice when you accidentally answered the call, allowing the person on the other end to hear you build up to your peak.
“Y/n? Hello? Can you hear me?”, the voice said, but you were too into your pleasure to notice, “Y/n, you forgot your-”
“Jimin!” you moaned out, your release at your fingertips as you played with yourself, moans increasing in volume the closer you were. The person on the other line was now silent, listening intently to you working yourself to orgasm. As you reached your climax, you repeated Jimin’s name like a prayer, thinking about his hands bringing you to your high instead of your own.
As you came down from your high, the person on the line hung up. You sat up, grabbing your phone to come up with some excuse as to why you can’t tutor Jimin tomorrow. You saw you had a received call from him. Curious, you went to call him back and you saw that the call lasted for five minutes. Looking at the time of the call, it was only a short while ago, which could only mean…
I loved writting this one for some reason, I’m sorry for the wait. Hope you like it xx
we’re late.” Jack said, getting up from the bed as Y/N was
adjusting her top back on. “Yes, we are so hurry the fuck up,
they’re gonna be suspicious.” Y/N exclaimed, checking herself
out in the mirror quickly as she adjusted her makeup, seeing Jack
quickly picking up an outfit from the corner of her eyes.
hadn’t expected for it to happen when it did because now they were
late and they were the only ones to blame. But they couldn’t help it,
it had been happening way too much lately and they weren’t sure on
how to define their relationship yet. They weren’t seeing anyone else
but qualified each other as friends but friends didn’t hook up
together. Y/N was terrified that she would fall for him but it
was hard not to. Jack was an absolute sweetheart to her. And she
couldn’t deny the fact that she was attached to him, a lot. And as Y/N had showed up at his flat, dressed in an outfit that was a
bit tight and had caught Jack’s eyes, probably too much as an hour
later, after they had both tear off each other’s clothes, they were
now late for their night out with friends and they had to hurry up.
were now climbing out of the Uber, hurrying inside of the restaurant
to quickly catch up with their friends. Y/N noticed Conor waving
at them from a table and she smiled as she waved back, her eyes
falling on her friend that she bad been dying to see. As they walked
over to them, she didn’t even notice that Jack’s hand was placed on
the small of her back and it felt so usual to the both of them that
they didn’t pay attention to the looks that the others gave them.
“Sorry, we’re late. Traffic was awful.” Jack said, sitting down
next to his brother as Y/N sat in front of him, next to her
friend, Jordyn and her boyfriend, James. “Traffic? On a Tuesday
night?” Conor smirked, eyebrows narrowed as he was surprised by his
younger brother’s words. Jack sent him a nervous look, knowing what
he was insinuating.
“Shit, Y/N look.” Jordyn suddenly
exclaimed, pointing towards a table opposite them. And when Y/N snapped her head to the side, she felt her heart shrink. In the
thousands of restaurants that are situated in London, he had to be in
this one. And he wasn’t alone. When she met his glance, she could see
the smirk on his his face as he reached for the girls hand. He was
doing it on purpose. Y/N was over him and had been for a while
but she did not expect to see him with someone else tonight. Y/N looked away from him and back to her friend. Everyone was looking at
her, confusion itched across their faces. “Is everything alright?”
Jack asked, concern in his voice as he secretly put a hand on her
knee under the table. “Yeah, just an ex.” She shrugged, smiling
over at him as he gave her a small squeeze. “We can go somewhere
else if you want.” Jordyn offered, but Y/N immediately shook
her head, grabbing the menu in her hands. “We’re not going
anywhere. Anyway, let’s eat.” Y/N said, eyes darting over the
different plates. The friends all exchanged a look before repeating
her actions and starting a new conversation.
since she had laid her eyes on him, she had been quiet. She was
trying to act as if it wasn’t bothering her but in fact, it was
because she hated him for breaking her heart and she knew how much of
a jerk he was.
group was now out of the restaurant, hanging around in the dark
streets, searching for a club to go to. Jack and Y/N were walking
next to each other, their bare arm brushing as she was finally
relaxing after they had consumed a few beverages. She suddenly felt
someone brush part her harshly and her hands turned into fists as she
watched her ex smiling proudly at her, his arm around the girl he had
pulled for the night as he leaned in to kiss her cheek, eyes locked
with Y/N’s. He was definitely trying to show off in front of her
but all that it was doing was getting her mad. And so she stopped
walking as Jack gave her a confused look. Jack looked over to the guy
and felt his own anger filling and he smiled as an idea come to his
He grabbed Y/N’s arm carefully as she sent him a confused
look. “What are you doing?” She scoffed as our friends had
stopped walking to wait for us. “Hey!” Jack called out to the guy
who turned around, his look hard and threatening but Jack was in fact
amused by the situation. “Play along!” He yelled out, smirking as
he turned back to Y/N, crashing their lips together. Y/N was
surprised, not because they hadn’t kissed before but because he had
never kissed like that. It was full of passion, and not lust and she
was now melting onto him. They both smiled, hearing their friends
cheering as they watched the scene. As they pulled away, Jack looked
over to the guy who sighed and walked away. “What was that for?” Y/N asked as Jack was still holding her close to him. “Showing
him what he’s missing out on.” He shrugged before they both
laughed. “And I also really wanted to.” He added, pecking her
lips quickly as he slipped his hand through hers, interlacing their
The lovers smiled as they kept walking down the
London streets, followed by their friends who were tempted to ask
what was happening between but deep down, they all knew.
Summary: Bucky keeps ripping your panties. You take him to Victoria`s Secret to buy some more.
Word Count: 460
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: fluffiness, illusions to smut
A/N: okay, my first fic got a lot of love, so i wrote this fluffy drabble! please leave feedback! drop a request in my ask box if you want! ill tag a few of my favorite blogs at the bottom.
*Part 2 is posted*
“Bucky! C’mon you know that was my last pair!”
sorry baby. I just couldn’t wait. I will buy you all new pairs. I promise!” Bucky
used his classic puppy dog eyes and signature pout. He knew you could never say
to him when he made that face.
we are going now. Let’s go, get your pants back on. I`ll be in the car.”
y/n, if you can’t tell I gotta little problem. Just please we can have a
quickie then we can go.”
Bucky, we are leaving now, if you`re good then I might make it up to you in the
new lingerie I will be buying!”
Doll, now you`re speakin` my language! Let’s go!”
One Car Ride Later…
walked in to Victoria`s secret not realizing what he had just gotten himself
into. He was overwhelmed with the amount of lace and silk in every corner of
the store. He had no idea that there were that many styles of panties! He didn’t
understand how girls could walk around with strings up their asses all day. He was
scared, confused, and intrigued all at once.
baby, this way. I need to pick out the ones over here. You can help me if you
You spoke with a smirk on your face. You knew he was going
to go crazy over the styles you picked. His favorite pair you have ever owned were
the lace cheekies he ripped on your first time being intimate together.
there are so many colors and styles. Just pick whatever you want, y/n. I will
gladly buy them. Maybe you should get this.”
He picked up a lacey black corset that went with a silk robe.
You knew the exact reason he picked the outfit. Your two-year anniversary was
coming up and he had planned on a fancy dinner and not leaving the bed for the
rest of the night and the following day.
You giggled quietly, pulling the outfit from his hands to
add to your haul. You had picked out some boy shorts, cheeky panties you knew
he already loved, a couple lace thongs knowing he would be very much into them,
and of course panties just for your period. No one wears fancy panties on their
babe, you ready to go? I think I have everything I need.”
You started walking over to the cashier when Bucky stopped
you to whisper into your ear,
you should try them on first. I mean we have to see if they fit.”
You could feel the smirk on his lips. You quickly grabbed
his hand and led him to the fitting rooms. You knew you would have to buy
everything in your bag.
You’re socially awkward. You should try making friends. The way you
laugh is weird. You need to lose some weight. Get a boyfriend. Don’t
spend so much time on the internet. Study more, relax less. Your outfit sucks.
No one will ever love you if you don’t start acting friendlier. That test was
so easy, how could you fail it? You look so tired, it’s repulsing. What’s wrong
with you, can’t you speak properly? Stop complaining about being bullied, there
are people that have it worse than you!
Voltage inc. men:
This is my healthy obsession.
each time you make me feel worthless, lonely, abnormal, or insecure, I find
relief in these words of comfort. Because, whenever the truth of my existence
tries to tear me down, I’ll always have my dreams, my fictional characters, and
my little otome world. Because, despite being stuck in this shallow, judgemental
society, I know that I can freely swing from a universe to another. Because I
am given the opportunity to live inside my head, away from you.
think I am detached from reality? You’re wrong. I am deeply, emotionally, and
entirely connected to the reality of my own feelings, my own pleasure, my own
self… I am blind and immune to your idiotic rules, your typical expectations,
your mocking laughter, and your unjustified insults. I choose to acknowledge the people, things and activities
that make me happy. I choose to convert reality as I enjoy it, turning it into my own happiness. I am a human being. I am able to create my own reality.
be ashamed of loving the strange things that make your weird little heart
Otome games make me happy. It’s as simple as that.
This is a post of appreciation. Voltage, thank you for putting a smile on my face, whenever I feel sad. :)
(That ended up sounding more dramatic than I expected. But I hope I am not the only one that feels this way. xD)
it’s been 3 years and i celebrate it by making my oc walter less onceler and more there-is-a-demon-in-this-poor-man
UPDATES: - i always had the idea of him being light-skinned hispanic so i finally got to do that! - being realistic, you KNOW a demon wouldn’t brush his teeth. i’m sorry. - did you know i only have 1 character that i draw with visible irises ALL the time? i find it spooky, so i decided to give them to walter too. but JUST when demon-possessed. father craven’s eyes return to my style’s version of pupils and resume their white scleras when not being controlled. [ for other styles, think of it as his pupils getting smaller and his scleras more bloodshot when possessed ] - walter gets burned by holy items now! because GC is set in a cartoony-lawed world, his excuse of putting on gloves and saying “i’m allergic” is totally brushed off by the community [ a favorite trope of mine ] - cuffs,,, because,,, a lot of people drew him with cuffs and i liked them. this ref up here is a placeholder, meaning his outfit is still subject to tweaking! i just don’t have the energy to make a new one right now. i wanted to just show you the difference!
not a huge change, like i said, but one that makes me feel like he’s a little more unique while still being the disaster we know and love(?) for some reason. i felt like he just reeked of generic-design and now i feel like,, he reeks of something resembling the smell of pennies and you definitely can’t trust this man. and i’m content with that.
“What about this one?” You asked, dusting the bottom of the sundress off before bending down to make sure your phone wasn’t going to slide off the desk.
“This one’s pretty as well. Very summery.” Harry hummed, the screen freezing for a split second before he was moving again. Since Harry was in the middle of traveling to promote his upcoming album, the two of you had been Facetiming whenever possible. You were going out to lunch with Y/F/N today, and Harry usually helped you pick out an outfit. (As much as you hated to admit it, Harry was far more fashion forward that you were.)
“You said that about everything so far!” You whined, placing your hands on your hips as you gave your boyfriend a pointed look.
“It’s not my fault you look pretty in everything!” Harry giggled, poking his tongue out at you. “Wha’ about tha’ floral crop top button-up thing you bought the other day?”
“It’s in the wash.” You sighed, reaching behind you to unzip the dress before turning to look through your closet again. “Can I borrow one of your shirts?”
“Why?? You’ve got plenty of clothes, love.”
“Your shirts are softer for some reason.” It could have been the fact that Harry’s shirts were from Yves Saint Laurent or Gucci, whereas a lot of your clothes came from H&M or Forever 21. “What’s the weather like in Paris?” You asked, stepping out of the dress before reaching up to fix the strap of your bra. There was a moment of silence where you continued rummaging through Harry’s many silky shirts before you spoke up again. “Can you hear me?” Was there crappy connection again?
“Hey… I think I like this little outfit the most.” Harry finally spoke up, a cheesy smirk on his face as he gestured to you and your half-nakedness. “New panties?”
“Very observant of you.” You rolled your eyes playfully, reaching over to turn the phone away from your figure.
“Wha- Oi! I think I deserve a little award considering how great I’ve been with helping you choose an outfit.”
I love Pay. I really do. I’m a sucker for secret twin/sibling stuff. And @trashpandaballs did an amazing job when he created him. He’s complex and well rounded enough that a lot of people can relate to him in someway.
And being such a great fandom character, many use his character go over addictions, mental issues, and emotions in general. As well as play out humor, practice cute outfits, and think about sibling bonding.
But some of those reasons why he’s relatable is also why I’m hesitant to draw him. Mostly, I end up changing him from his original design.
You see,under all the sass and fun, Pay is a drug and alcohol addicted man, who suffers from depression, at least that’s what I’m perceiving. He also is a rent boy ( ?is that what it’s called?) so that he can make ends meat and is in some why hurt from tough dealings all the time.
And the Pay I draw, ends up being a depressed man that is seeking to get there life together, because they’re learning that they deserve to have a life and to experience happiness. And sometimes gets bruises because he knocks into furniture due to having long limbs.
I honestly don’t see Pay that way. Or at least the way he is portrayed. It doesn’t make very much sense to me.
(I also doubt that Pat would ever let Pay get to that level of homelessness or starvation without doing something.)
Knowing who Pat is, the character that is, and how he acts, gives no indication of a rough up bringing. Most of the time, Pat is shown being a pretty good adult. So however Pat was brought up, Pay would have been brought up the same way. Though that’s not to say twins will be exactly the same if raised in the same environment.
Take me and my brothers for example. (not exactly twins but) We all have loving parents who taught us to be kind, generous, independent, and responsible. And yet being raised the same, taught the same, and loved the same. We could obviously not be any more different. But we have the same morals, mannerisms, humor, and some other base stuff.
So again, whatever Pat learned as a kid is what Pay would have learned too. Not to mention how loving and attentive Pat can be. If Pat were to act like my brothers or me, he would love and care for Pay through all has mental issues and help him wholeheartedly. And Pay would give the same care and love to Pat. Most siblings who have a healthy family bond, will stick together and take care of each other.
Communication is also a big thing between me and my siblings. I doubt that Pat would just drop all contact with Pay because of work. And even with the distance between them, Pat being in the Red Army, they would still find time to talk with each other. I think I should have some experience in this, especially with my brother being in the US Army now.
But yeah. To sum it all up. I just can’t think of why Pay would ever be that way. Or at least a drug addicted rentboy.
I can definitely see him being a recovering alcoholic who has depression and is finally seeking therapy for said depression. Men who are depressed tend to turn to alcohol to “get over it” Statistically, that makes the most sense to me. (especially since i know Pat would keep Pay from doing illegal substances) But with all this kinda going through my head for Pay, I hesitate to draw him because I respect for other people’s ocs and au’s.
I love trashpandaball’s idea and concept of Pay. And if I could, I would ask if it was okay for me to do that. But with Del gone rn, I have no concrete way of asking for permission to put out my headcannons of Pay like that. I’ll still draw them, but rarely. Mostly because I wouldn’t want it to seem like I’m trying to push my interpretation of Pay over Del’s.
Then again, Pay is just a hypothetical sibling made up by the fandom for a fictional character in a cartoon to give more content and entertain us while the actual show is at a standstill. So not much of this actually is serious, it’s all for fun.
(Since everyone is doing this…and literally everyone in the smc fandom has different expectations for the new designs in season 4. But no one has been a voice I personally 100% agree with (everyone is slighty different) and I know this is pointless since Japanese animators do not read tumblr responses from any western fans but here it goes.)
Sailor Moon as visioned by Naoko Takeuchi, right from the beginning had a myriad of inspirations that inspired the creation of Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon and the Sailor V manga. Maybe it might be hard to notice at first but these inspirations become more apparent with each volume. There is most definitely a reason for everything she does.
So in order to talk about “my hopes” I need to tell you about Naoko’s. We are one in the same and I wouldn’t change a thing. She loves many things and all of the things she loves are present in Bishojo Senshi Sailor Moon!
She loves fashion and was frequently inspired by Vogue and 90’s couture. Even some of the outfits were directly inspired from signature couture pieces! This is why proportions appear elongated and there’s a certain elegance and maturity to her designs. If you’ve ever seen a fashion designer make a sketch then you’ll know why.
She loved figure skating and the movement and elegance of dancing which is why everything has the caught-in-the-wind effect. You’ve probably noticed the skirts look a lot like the skirts figure skaters wear. That’s why the clothes are short and flowy so they can move around in them easily.
One of the most important inspirations for the message of Sailor Moon (SM) and the concept was her love for Astronomy and astrophotography. This probably explains the weightlessness of her designs or why there is a noticeable reduction in gravity in her drawings like everything is floating.
When times were stressful, she dreamed of one day, going up in space and looking back on Earth. She tells us we only have one Earth and to experience such a thing from that vantage point is a reminder of what true happiness must be like. A small reminder that we share more similarities in each other than we have differences.
She loved takarazuka (Japanese) style theater and this probably inspired some of the role-reversals you see in SM. This is why most of the villians are female. Also why Tuxedo Kamen plays a role similar to the damsel in distress or why he typically has powers normally associated with female characters. The key here is female empowerment. You get the sense of strength from this inspiration. This explains the guardian-aspect of the characters here.
Finally one of the last inspirations that drove her to become a mangaka was reading girls manga. She loved this concept and she was a big supporter of seeing more media produced for women by women in the future.
Remember this was at a time in the early 1990s where the Equal Employment Opportunity Law was passed which enabled women to go out into the world and work. She thought it was long overdue and that women needed to be involved in the industry.
So to sum up this short but very long article, when you start saying things like “I want the animators to change their proportions or I don’t think they should wear lip gloss.” What you are effectively saying is that you support the removal of something that makes Sailor Moon, Sailor Moon and so special to so many.
The proportions resemble fashion and add elegance/sophistication and give the girls a sleek maturity. Hence why they are styled with lip gloss to make a statement. It’s empowering. You’re effectively supporting the removal of something that makes them so powerful. It’s literally a fantasy and not meant to be taken literally. This is not real-life, it’s a work of fiction inspired by real life.
So yes, I hope the sequel of Sailor Moon Crystal takes these inspirations into account. I hope dream is dreamy, elegant, mature & elongated, stylized, empowering, flowy & weightless, caught-in-the-wind and an overall fantasy from a womans perspective.
In dream they are all 15 (some are older) and in stars they turn 16. I see no point in supporting super exaggerated anime expressions that make the girls appear younger when they are not at this point.
Sailor Moon is a story about a group of girls with tragic pasts who were forced to grow up quickly and fight for what they believe in at a very young age. Don’t try to change Sailor Moon, let them be who they are. Let them grow up in front of our eyes and be the strong and courageous women they were destined to become.
It’s a powerful message not easily digestible by a society that still views women as the exact opposite of all things Sailor Moon stands for. Sailor Moon never once acts masculine. She emodies everything feminine. She has the bows, the skirt, the make-up, the earrings, tiara and the flawless hair and she stands strong in the face of what seems to be impossible circumstances.
She makes us all believe the impossible has a chance in hell to become possible again. That we all stand a chance, even if the odds are against us. This is Naoko Takeuchi’s dream and this is my dream. So “#just let me dream” and “#take me to the stars”