but like someone will have to request a character


Okay, I’ll try one more time.

 I really need money but I don’t have enough time… That’s why I’d like  to draw something I’m interested in, so.

I’ll  take 2 or 3 commissions,  BUT ONLY WITH SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN CHARACTERS. 

That’s not a requests, so you  can’t just write the anonymous message as someone did yesterday. ;___; 

All info is here: http://medeakarn.tumblr.com/post/159112972635/hey-guys-im-opening-commissions 

All slots are open. 


I have trouble describing characters because there is just too much going on in human beings. To be able to let you know who someone is in just a couple of words, I’d have to pick the most pronounced features of a character’s personality. And I always feel like I’m leaving out so many important little ones. And it’s the little ones that inform the big ones.


Psycho Pass or Tokyo Ghoul requested by @ah-luna​​

anonymous asked:

Hey Viria, don't take this the wrong way cause you're probably my favorite Tumblr user but, you could be a little nicer to your followers. They simply ask for a request you could just do one or two here and there instead of being incredibly rude. I get it, it's your blog do what you want with it, I'm just saying. It's seems like a lot of people are getting mad at you about it. Don't take this the wrong way please, I love you Senpai!

uh. sorry, if my answer will seem rude to you, but UH.

Of course, for my followers it’s very simple to ask for a request. Or two. Or a dozen. considering how many messages I get sometimes try to understand that really many of them are actually requests. And the fact that people think that drawing is so ‘simple’ just seems so..okay, honestly, kind of offensive. like you said I ‘could do one or two here and there instead of being incredibly rude’.

But, I have a question for you. Why do you think denying people is rude? Grasp the idea that I absolutely do not own to draw anyone anything. Selfish thing to say, but I draw to please myself, on the first place. It’s incredibly nice when someone compliments you for it, really. And I appreciate it. But you know this thing when someone compliments you a lot and then completely naturally the message just transforms into a request?

Like, wow I love you and your art so much and you’re so incredible can you please draw me a simple picture of a certain character thank xoxo

I don’t know how, but I came to the terms when it makes me very..upset and mad at the same time. ESPECIALLY, when I refuse and I get people saying me that there’s no need being so ‘rude’ and telling me that it’s not even so hard to draw this person a picture.


just. AGH. it makes me angry even thinking about it.

Back then, whenever I drew anything for anyone (and wow there were the times I actually DID requests), it was always super stressful for me. It’s one thing when you draw for yourself and you screw up, but completely different when you draw for someone else and you just have to make it better, and you want this person to actually like it, and THAT’S A WHOLE DAMN LOT OF PRESSURE when you think that THEY MIGHT NOT LIKE IT in the end and get disappointed with you. That’s the last damn thing I want to do and feel, I get enough stress from studying and life, thank you.

I do not want to draw for people I don’t know, I do not want to draw the characters I don’t know and therefore do not have any emotional connection with, I do not want to spend my personal time on it. I do not. want. to do it. And it’s normal.

you do not come to a seamstress you admire and just ask them to make you a free simple dress, do you? That would be a rude and disrespectful thing to do, wouldn’t it? THEN, WHY. IS IT. DIFFERENT. WITH ARTISTS?

I’d understand people’s frustration if they were asking for requests and there was literally zero information about it on my page, and whenever I get mad I’d understand why they are upset on me reacting this way, because they didn’t know it and just asked, and I blew up on them for nothing.

But there is information about it, though no one ever seem to bother to actually open it and read it. Or, I don’t know, they still think that asking ‘won’t hurt’.

I know a lot of people ask about it very nicely, and I really do understand where it’s coming from, but if someone doesn’t do requests, then do not force your opinions about it on them. If they chose not to do them, for whatever reason, just leave them alone and accept it without calling them rude because they, WHOA, decline people’s wishes. how awful of them.

If you think someone is better than you in something, it does. not. mean. it’s easy for them to make something that impresses you.

phew, sorry for the huge rant but I had to let it out. And, I guess, sorry for being rude…again. *It wasn’t all directed to you specifically, don’t take it this way, it’s generally the ‘message to people’. *



In celebration of this hardy number, I’m going to have a giveaway!!!

I will randomly select 3 PEOPLE, who will each get 1 drawing like in this style:


  1. Must be following me! New followers are welcome!
  2. Only REBLOGS count
  3. Reblog as many times as you like!
  4. Requested character must be an original character or a fan character, please do not request canon characters from games or movies etc.
  5. Deadline is the 5th of April 2017, 4pm GMT.
  6. Winners will be randomly selected! If you win I will inbox you and ask what you will like drawn.  Please answer within 24 hours or I will give your slot to someone else!

Thank you for your continued support so far and in the future!


Writer- @myhellyourstories

Requested- Anonymous

Request- Hello!! Can I please request a Harry Hook imagine with a female reader as Mal’s younger sister who Harry has an obsession with and he just loves her but she doesn’t like him back and he maybe kidnaps her? Anything you want in the story though! Thank you!!

Disclaimer- I do not own any Descendants characters, all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney’s Descendants. All I own is my story.


 Pairing- Harry Hook x Fem! Reader

Summary- (Y/N)’s big sister going back to the Isle makes her have to face someone she never wanted to see again.

Warning(s)- Talk of neglectful parents, talks of obsession.

Words- 1887

A/N-  There will be a part 2 coming out really soon  finishing it.

Originally posted by lavendertitties

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Out Of The Woods--Harry Hook x Reader

Request-Request for harry hook x Oc Bailey bad 🐺 daughter of the big bad wolf leaves the woods for the first time. In nothing but ripped clothing nearly covering her body. She bombs into none other than harry hook while sniffing around. Someone around their meeting could you have a scene where… Harry: “don’t worry love I don’t bite” Bailey: “ oh? But I do”

Thanks again to @carmen12053 for requesting this, I hope you like it!

Disclaimer-I don’t own any of the Descendants characters all credit goes to the creators and producers of Disney Descendants.

Summary- You, daughter of the Big Bad Wolf, have never been outside of the Dark Woods before, but decide to explore the village, and meet a certain hook handed pirate.

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

It was official. You were lost.

You sighed as you look at any possible signs or hints to tell you where you were, but everything looked the same. There was nothing but alley ways and hanging drapes, nothing like the molding trees of the Dark Woods.

You continued your search, only to still find nothing.

Well, you thought, this bites.

You sniffed around, trying to get some type of scent to guide you in some way, but still no help. All you could smell was the stomach wrenching odors of sweat, smoke, and…..dead fish?

You shook your head, the nauseating scent making you dizzy for a moment. This place was so closed up and musty, walls of metal towering over each side of the road. The different explosions of darkened colors made your head hurt, the new smells only making the experience worse. The change of scene wasn’t much of a surprise to you. This wasn’t the Dark Woods anymore. This was the village of the Isle of the Lost.

Old buildings with broken windows, stoned paths that were unstable to walk on. And the unwelcoming, and most certainly petty, fairy tale villains. You could sense the evil all around, it polluted the air like a plague. You had seen new villains come in over the years, all different, and ridiculous, in their own special ways. But being the daughter of the Big Bad Wolf, it was only natural that you lived in the Dark Woods, away from civilization. However, as years went by, you thought it was about time you “bonded” with your fellow villainous neighbors.
And so, you left the Dark Woods, and started your journey to the village, with nothing but your ripped clothes, and your scruffy appearance.  

But this was nothing you were hoping for, let alone wanting to conquer. In all honesty, this place was a dump!

No one seemed to fear you, or even acknowledge you.

You continue your path through the town, taking a turn onto a dirt path, surrounded with wooden structures, unlike those from the other parts of the town.

Too fascinated with the strange and sudden change of the Isle, you didn’t pay attention to your surroundings, bumping into a stranger, a minion of some type, you assumed.

“Hey! Watch where you’re-” With a low growl, you cut him off immediately. Then with a bark, he ran for his life. You chuckled, that never got old.

“Wow,” you heard someone say. “That was quite a show.”

You turned to the voice, meeting the eyes of a figure in the shadows. His scent was one of a male’s, but it was the thick accent and broad outline that proved your inference.

The look of him alone made it evident that he was nothing but trouble. You didn’t mind a little trouble now and then, but right now wasn’t one of those moments.

You backed away from him slowly, hoping to avoid the hidden stranger, but he caught on to your plan.

“Aw ye scared, love?” He snickered. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite, most of the time.” He smiled, showing his straight, white teeth.

“Really,” you smirked. “Well, I do.”

“Oh, feisty little thing, aren’t ya.” He slowly emerged from the darkness, standing at his full height. He was tan and tall, with eyes blazing blue. His features looked deadly enough to cut through bark, more efficiently than the hook he carried in his left hand. His hat was one you recognized as a pirate’s hat: triangular, with a small, white feather. But what gave it away the most was the abnormally large coat, which hugged his frame with red leather, and followed him like a broken kite, unable to gain enough air to fly.

He smirked again, his piercing eyes staring right into your, compared to his, dull E/C eyes. His index finger slowly stroked the interior of his hook, as if trying to intimidate you with his puny weapon.

You grinned, but only enough to show what little effect he had on you.

It seemed to work.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen yer face around this part before,” he said, examining your torn attire as he spoke. “I think I would have recognized someone with such a…..unique sense of style.” He cackled at his own joke.

“Yeah I’m not from around this part of the Isle,” you countered. “You see, where I come from, we don’t need to pretend our limbs are missing in order to scare others.”

The comment seemed it hit a sensitive nerve, as his laughter halted instantly, only to cradle the hook close to his chest.

Then, with a killer look, he pointed the tip of his hook towards your throat, thinking of the many ways he could dispose of you, most likely.

“I can hurt ye, little girl,” he hissed, tilting the hook toward the center of your neck.

You had to admit, you were a little scared, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had an ounce of control over you. You glanced at the hook and lifted your head to see his serious expression.

With a long, sharp fingernail, you gently lowered the hook from you neck, never letting your eyes wander away from the stern look he held. You watched as his anger melted into complete awe, flashing your award winning, sharp tooth smile.

“That’s Y/N Wolf to you, Pirate.”

His mouth hung open, eyes wide, as if trying to put the pieces together in his head. He fumbled with his words, stuttering, and breathing heavier than normal.

“Aw, you scared, love?” You taunted, using his own words against him.

His features turned grim, knowing he had just been outwitted by a newcomer.

“So seen as how I’ve got your attention,” you spoke, tracing along his defined jaw with the tip of your claw. “Why don’t you lend a helping paw and let every pathetic, no good citizen on this Isle, know that I, daughter of Big Bad himself, has come over for a little…..visit.”

He gulped, and waited until you lowered your finger to catch his breath.

“What’s your name, Pirate?” You smiled with a voice that made the poor boy shiver at your words.

He looked at your small frame, and frowned, “Harry Hook, son of Captain Hook.”

With a nod, you turned on your heel and walked back the way you came.

As he watched you disappear from his sight, Harry thought about how easy it was for you to make him feel so helpless, and with nothing but a smile and a slight touch of your claw. He smiled and chuckled to himself.

Just wait till Uma hears about her!

Okay, I just need to thank you all for all the amazing support I’ve gotten on Night Owls! I am so blown away with how much love and compliments I’ve received from it already, it’s utterly INSANE! Sorry for any spelling errors I may have missed, I made sure there wasn’t any in this, but I’m not the best with grammar and spelling. lol. Thank you all again, I love you all. Hope you liked this imagine!

- imagine-publisher



Villainous x Reader HCs!

A/N: So @notjustclones is someone I look up to a whole lot (if you like the clone wars go check them out!) and they’ve done some stuff like this and I thought it was a cute idea!! So here is the crew cooking with their significant others (other than 5.0.5, who I always feel is more of a friend or pet, but honestly it’s however you wanna think about it). I know I have requests pending, but maybe this’ll satisfy a bunch of you just requesting characters with no story? I dunno! I just had to do this!!!

Dr. Flug:
-This adorable little bagged genius is actually a decent cook once he calms down.
-He really loves baking with you, and sharing a nice treat once the sweets are done!
-You two flirt back and forth, but in the most nerdy way possible. (i.e. “Man! Once these are done they’ll be the second sweetest thing in this house.” Or “Careful, the oven is almost as hot as you are.”)
-He drops things a lot, being a clumsy and rather nervous scientist. You enjoy watching Flug if he doesn’t notice the timer is about to go off because he jumps a bit at the sudden loud ringing.
-Flug definitely has an apron with the molecular structure of chocolate printed on it. He also got you an apron with a cute little thing on the front too!

-What he lacks in cooking skills, he makes up for in pure enthusiasm.
-anytime you bake bread or cake or something of the like he is completely amazed at how the dough or batter can become this light fluffy thing! It’s like magic to him.
-he really likes when you let him lick the mixing spoon
-usually just sits/ walks around the kitchen waiting for you to be done cooking so he can eat or play with you

-usually forgets to preheat the oven
-her knife safety skills are atrocious, yet somehow she’s always fine
-she doesn’t especially like baking, just you, so she deals with one to get the other
-also enjoys getting to lick the mixing spoon
-anything that will not produce sweets she finds especially boring, so normal cooking isn’t something that happens often. She will gladly just wait for you to finish dinner.
-typically she’ll go watch TV in the other room or dance around wildly to loud music with you while waiting for you to be done cooking
-once the food is done, she’ll run in, hug and kiss out out of appreciation, then quickly grab food.

Black Hat:
-Cooking? No. He doesn’t do that. Don’t ask.
-….Fine, but only because he doesn’t completely hate you.
-This guy can surprisingly handle himself in the kitchen. He knows where everything is and how to use it, but that doesn’t mean he likes it!!
-Black Hat doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth. If he does begrudgingly agree to cook with you, it will usually be meat.
-That being said, he will occasionally stir something for you, or preheat an oven when you’re baking multiple things at once, but he’ll never admit to it.
-If you’re baking or he isn’t interested in cooking, he will still sit in the kitchen with you, filling out paperwork or brainstorming ideas for new products. Sometimes he’ll even tell stories about destroying heroes and cities and such.
-sometimes, if no one else is in the mansion, he’ll come up behind you while you’re chopping food or what have you, and wrap his arms around you from behind, lay a head on your shoulder and say nothing other than perhaps a soft grumpy hum, as if to say, “See? I am showing my love for you, you are welcome, also this time together is…nice.” Then he’ll stalk off without a word, grabbing a binder of paperwork to put back in his desk.


Some overwatch characters. 

I’ve got requests to draw these characters together. I just fell in love with the diversity of Overwatch female characters.


Hello. I usually don’t write a long comment on my own post, but I have to say something.

First, I got the point that Sombra and Pharah look brighter than they should be. However, my intention was ’not’ to them look more like ’white’. As you can see, I made Zarya’s skin tone comparatively brighter than Pharah, also Widowmaker vs Sombra.

I don’t play this game. And when I drew them, I simply used few images as references to figure out overall colors. With the photoshop, I put some effect to look them in the light, as a result, they kinda went bit brighter than I originally painted.

After I read a comment, I searched for images that all Overwatch characters standing together to see the comparison. And I realized they are actually darker than I thought; especially Pharah.

I don’t want an argument over this. You can get your own opinion over things you saw on the internet, but I have to give you some explanation since I drew them.

It’s kinda sad to see someone call my stuff out as ’white washing’.

Also, the waist. As you can see, I didn’t draw Zarya’s waist so small with Pharah. And yes, I drew her waist tiny at the one on the top.

I really appreciate of the diversity Overwatch characters have on their body shapes, age differences and ethnicities especially, female characters.

Bottom two pieces, I was focusing on showing the differences between characters like their faces, height, body types….

The one on the top was more freely drawing. I never drew Zarya before this request, and I simply wanted to draw her for my own. She seems like a super strong badass fighter type kinda woman, and I loved it.

Thing is, I love to draw ridiculously tiny waist either for men or women. I like it because it makes curves and contrast of shapes. It is fun to draw. If you check my other stuff, you can see I draw tiny waists a lot. It’s just my style. I honestly was more focusing to make her arm and back look strong and big….

@sujimoon89 This is my twitter and I have more stuff here. You’ll see my point. I am guilty drawing specific body types over and over. But I’m also aware that many artists deliver a certain type of body shapes when they draw female characters and it should be changed. So I admit I have a habit and I think I should show more diversity on my drawings.

However, I’m also saying I made her body looks like that not because I think female body only supposed to look like that nor only small waist with big boob and hips are attractive. Thanks. -Please, be understanding about grammar. My first language is not English.

Character Masterlist: Loki Odinson/ Laufeyson

One shots:

Show Me (Based off an Imagine on Tumblr:   Imagine Loki hesitantly showing you his Jotun form for the first time, expecting you to become afraid of him. Imagine his reaction when you start pointing out everything you like about it while looking at him with eyes filled with wonder. (Credit Unknown) 

Not A Part of the Plan (The Avengers have someone precious to Loki, but Loki has the upper hand on them // Based off of this tumblr Imagine (http://tom-hiddleston-imagines.tumblr.com/post/122757963444/imagine-this-look-loki-gives-tony-when-he-says )

Past the Point of No Return (You are Tony Stark’s party planner. After presenting this year’s Masquerade-themed Halloween gala, you and Loki have some words. He disapproves and undermines your ‘silly midgardian masquerade’ and tells you he’s not going. The night of everything is put together, and you meet a stranger that looks quite familiar to you.


Return: Part One // Part Two // Part Three

(Loki Imagine: Imagine Thanos targeting Loki’s lover to punish him for his failure to get the Tesseract.) Taken from tumblr. Thor finds you during an intense mission with the Avengers. After disobeying Steve’s orders and saving you, Thor is cornered. Who are you? What were you doing there? How did Thor know you? Knowing he has to answer all of these questions, Thor explains everything) 

War Creatures:

Season One: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // Chapter Ten

Season Two: Chapter Eleven // Chapter Twelve // Chapter Thirteen // Chapter Fourteen // Chapter Fifteen // Chapter Sixteen

(In a crossover of the Nine Realms and Westeros, you find yourself in the dawn of a rebellion. Odin, Lord of Pyke, has made alliances with your family, House Grover of Highgarden. Your father’s army will join Odin’s army to overthrow the King and take the Iron Throne. There is just one cost to this alliance.You must marry the dark, young prince Loki.In a world where Kings do as they wish, where war is an oncoming storm, and peace is nothing but a dream, you are lost but brave. Loki is more powerful than he seems, and love will grow from the flames of war.)

YOI Artist Blogs
Master Google Database for all YOI Artist Blogs! Open for anyone to edit!

As a huge fan of the incredible fan art that’s been produced in YOI fandom, I thought I would start a master database of all of the artists in YOI! 

Since I can’t possibly follow every single YOI artist in all of Tumblr, I’ve only listed the artists I follow currently. 

If anyone else wants to help collaborate by editing this doc and adding to it, please feel free to do so! If you are an artist, please feel free to add yourself; if you’re a fan, please feel free to add someone else whose art you like. 

Click here or the title for the link to database

This database categorizes artists by: ships/characters drawn; NSFW; requests; commissions; repost policy; and preferred language!

I wasn’t able to figure out some of the answers for categories for many artists, as they did not have an FAQ page, or it wasn’t immediately apparent on their page, but did my best! I know I’m missing a TON of amazing artists, so if anyone wants to help, I think this would be awesome. :D 

Currently listed artists include:

@1o8k @aina-p @alpakappa @amelin-art @ask–viktor @ammeja @badlydrawnyuurikatsuki @badlydrawnseung-gil @blau678 @brilcrist @campaignofmadness @chaotichero @cookiecreation @crimson-chains @cubisticking @dedemidianart @doodlesonice @dorkishdorkish1905 @gairanelixir @hasuyawwn @kaciart @kamisartvonkunst @kantonliu @lamenart @mikkapi @minatu @nerfitisketch @niyaokul @redzonest @sakihokoru @seek-victory @shynii @themightynyunyi @yukipri @yurionniiice

If you are an artist above and would like to be properly categorized, please check out the doc. ^_^

Please reblog! <3 

If you have any suggestions as to how this database can be improved, please let me know!! ^^

Every persona game has subtle characterization of the silent protag via the options it gives you to choose from and a few other things. but akira has arguably the best characterization because:

  • the ability to say “savage” when futaba calls mishima a npc
  • ^alternatively “he’s the protagonist” sweet child
  • “so what if it’s true?” ALL THE FUCKING TIME
  • “ghostly”
  • “beep boop” when makoto says someone thought of her like a robot
  • *time to button mash* when pretending morgana is a toy cat that meows when you press their head
  • “I’m not interested” so often (but especially when ryuji is talking about how hot the girls are)
  • SPOILER: “I mean, I died…”
  • SPOILER: Character: *attempts to murder him* / protag: “I feel like our bond has become closer”
  • (child please)
  • “please don’t cry”
  • “Give me their name” or “what’s their full name” or “what was their name again”
  • (seriously tho the fact your co-ops have mementos requests is great)
  • “I was just standing here” when ryuji thanks him
  • ^”But I was just standing here” when ryuji equates his help to running a marathon at his side.
  • “i believe in him”
  • honestly watch him play that shooter with the kid it’s so funny how different from in the metaverse that is

I can’t think of anything else, but feel free to add more

Aesthetic for a Kedamono who was terrified of his Popee

Kink/ddlg/cgl(re) don’t interact

But her...

Request: Can you do a Murphy x reader inspired by this quote? “You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.” Bullshit. I have never loved myself. But her, oh god. I loved her so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Yes, of course! This idea is super cute.

Pairing: Murphy x Reader

Warnings: none.

Originally posted by lachicainmortal

For Bellamy, it was an odd thing to see Murphy act so… so relax and sweet. So caring. This wasn’t the Murphy he’d trusted and then sent away like nothing. This wasn’t the Murphy that had lusted after killing a child because of a death he got blame for. And this was definitely not the Murphy he’d be strung up by and taunted by all for revenge.

This Murphy was almost, childlike. Smiling and laughing with his hands around your waist in enjoyment. Murphy almost didn’t care that he, Bellamy, was standing right before him, his eyes stuck on the two figures before him. If this had been any other time, Bellamy was positive that the boy would’ve flung forward to hit him or punch him or kick or something.

Instead he was too busy laughing at something you whispered in his ear.

Bellamy before had thought Murphy wasn’t even capable of loving something. Bellamy knew for a fact the boy didn’t even love himself, despite how hard he tried to hide it. Bellamy could see in the boys eyes the hatred he felt for himself, because now, Bellamy felt the same way. 

There was a darkness in his eyes that could only explain his rather arrogant and bold act, because he was trying to protect himself from being hurt. But now, that was lost and was replaced by happiness.

“Bellamy,” said man blinked, confused as he refocused on the image of you and Murphy. You smiled at him, waving. “You went silent, everything okay?” You asked, Murphy just watched on with a small smile, not really saying anything.

Bellamy grinned, even if he didn’t mean it and shook his head; “no. I am fine.”

 “You sure Bellamy?” Murphy asked, his voice rough with the hint that he may not care.

You rolled your eyes, “if you don’t mean it, don’t say anything John.” There was another thing. You called Murphy ‘John’ which was odd in itself, Bellamy heard that Murphy never allowed anyone to call him by that name, but you were apparently an exception.

“Anyways,” you suddenly clapped. “It’s nice of you to join us, Bellamy. I am gonna just take a shower, get settled.”

With that you walked away and Bellamy and Murphy were left with their awkward silence. Murphy walked up to the stove, playing around with the soup he’d been working on before.

“How?” Bellamy murmured.

“You’re gonna have to be more clear than that Bellamy.” Murphy teased, not looking at Bellamy.

“How can you love her?”

“Excuse me?” Murphy asked, his voice rough and suddenly cold. He turned daggers at Bellamy, “there is absolutely nothing wrong with Y/N, so-”

“No, you can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.“ Bellamy shook his head, confused.

Murphy stayed silent, before it clicked. “Bullshit. I have never loved myself. But her, oh god. I loved her so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.” With a small smile he finished, he turned back to the stove leaving Bellamy in his thoughts.

@kabukigirl1977 asked: 

I love your Spidey comics! Is Silk going to show up at some point? She’s my favorite superhero and I’d love to see her in your style

@kakuseiofficial asked:

If you’ve heard of her, ah, what would cindy moon look like here?

@avenger09 asked:

Any plans to include the rest of the Web-Warriors. Iron-Spider,(Who could be Flash in a suit the simulates spidermans ability) Scarlet-Spider Kid Arachnid, Slik, Spiderwoman, Spider-Girl (Gwen). And the evil spiders like Kaine (Who could be the Wolf-Spider) Tarantula. Wow there’s a lot of them.

Here’s Cindy Moon as Silk! 

I say more under the ol’ cut here

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Mashima Hiro interview by Character JAPAN (10/5/17)

Character JAPAN posted an interview with Mashima Hiro just after WebNewtype published theirs. Most of the questions are the same as what I’ve posted here, but there are a few extra questions in the Character JAPAN interview and I’ve translated them below.

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When did you become aware of “manga artist” as a profession?

I’ve wanted to become a manga artist since I was in primary school. However, after entering high school, I felt that being in a band would make me more popular as compared to drawing manga (laugh), and there was a period of time when I was engrossed with that. However, when I entered a certain contest, and the winner was a teen around 13 years old, I thought that “I can’t survive in the same circle with such a talent around!” and returned to manga.

I went to Tokyo and entered various competitions, and I think I was really lucky back then. There were hardly any fantasy manga published in Weekly Shonen Magazine when my serialization first began, and I filled this niche (laugh).

Are there movies that you have used as a reference in your work?

I’ve liked fantasy from the start, and I’ve used The Lord of the Rings movie as a reference. I like the original work as well. The buildings and scenery in Fairy Tail use medieval Europe as a motif, and Magnolia, where Natsu’s guild is, is based on the townscape of Paris.

Mashima-sensei’s weekly serialization is currently ongoing. Did you get mixed up since you were working on the story of the manga and the story of the movie concurrently?

I got mixed up (laugh). I drew the storyboard for the movie quite some time ago, while serialization of the manga was also ongoing. Miraculously, the movie and the climax of the manga were revealed at around the same time. It might have been better if the movie was released slightly earlier.

How did you come up with the original characters for Fairy Tail Dragon Cry?

I started by thinking “It would be interesting if this character were to battle against this character”. “If someone were to battle against Gray, he should have this kind of ability.” I conceptualize each character by following this train of thought.

Did you request for particular seiyuus to voice the original characters?

I left the decision to the anime staff. I participated in the audition back when the anime of the TV series began, and requested for the person who matched the feel of the character the best.

Natsu’s seiyuu, Kakihara Tetsuya-san, looks just like Natsu. They seem to resemble each other more and more each year!

They resemble each other to the extent where I wonder who is the one becoming more like the other person. There have been times where I could hear Kakihara-san’s voice while drawing the manga.

Circus Act

Fandom: IT
Character: Pennywise/it
Relationship: Pennywise/reader
Request: Have you seen the new IT??? I really need someone to write for the new pennywise because im strangely attracted to him.
Can you make the reader like a vampire who works in the circus and travels to cover up her murders. But pennywise wants her because shes like him and her stage costume is like a sexy clown (kinda like Harley quinn meets pennywise). Please please please????
Authors note: I love this fandom! Im reading IT at the moment and saw the new movie the midnight it came out.
You stood in the centre on the ring, the lights around you so bright you couldn’t see the darkness of the audience as you started your routine.
You were a dancer/contortionist for a small circus that was traveling through town after town. Not that you minded. You were getting to do the thing that you loved and you were being paid for it.
Tonight, you wore tights but each leg was a different pattern. Both black and white but your right leg had strips and the left was a diamond pattern. You found that the children loved it. You wore a frilly skirt with multiple layers of whites, reds and blacks with a large, red bow on the back. Your top was a similar style to a corset, but more flexible, allowing you to move around easier. It too was black and white. It had invisible straps over your shoulders to keep it up while you danced. Your stage makeup was extraordinary. Your entire face would be painted white, with a light blush on your cheeks so you didn’t look too washed out in the bright lights. You had a little heart shaped tattoo on the top of your cheek in black ink which you were carful not to cover. You wore bright colours around your eyes. Pinks and blue to make them dance in the light and your lips were painted a deep red.
Your hair was pulled back in high pigtails but curled down to just passed your elbows.
You loved your stage outfit.
As you smiled, you bent over backwards and placed your hands on the floor, preforming a backbend. You then pushed your legs up so you were standing on your hands but your feet only inches from the ground so you were in a backbend handstand. You turned on your hands, showing the whole audience your trick as the music came to an end.
“Give it up for our beautiful dancer, [y/n]!” A voice cried out to the audience and you stood up, curtsied and walked off stage.
The second the lights left you, your smile faded and you walked through the crowd of performers till you were outside the tent. The circus was on the outskirts of a forest that looked so beautiful in the moon light, you couldn’t resist but to walk into.
Your mind was bored. Bored in a way that only one thing could settle it. But you knew you couldn’t do anything till later and, even though it was dark, you still needed to wait.
You were thirsty, very thirsty. And you weren’t sure what was worse, the thirst or your boredom.
A short way into your walk and you were in a clearing, in the centre the stump of a tree that had been chopped down.
A small smile dawned your lips as you skipped towards it.
Placing your hands on it, you pushed yourself up into a handstand on the stump with minimal effort thanks to your trailing.
Pointing your toes, you started to make small circular motions with your feet before pulling your legs apart and doing the splits. You then bent your knees and pushed your legs back up. After a few seconds, you bent your knees slightly and pushed your lower body forward till your feet touched the centre of the large stump and you were, once again, in a backbend. Pushing yourself up, you allowed your eyes to close as you slowly raised your upper body up into a stance.
Standing on your left leg, you lifted your right leg out behind you. Leaning forward slightly, you raised your arms for balance but raised your leg higher and higher till you reached back and, giving a little kick, grabbed your ankle. After a few moments, you allowed your leg to snap back down and you stood on your two feet once again.
You heard a slow clap from behind you.
Glancing over your shoulder, you saw a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness. As they moved forward, a clown came into the view of the moonlight.
You slowly turned on the spot to face him as a devilish smile played on his lips. You weren’t scared. No, you were more curious.
He was unlike any clown at the circus you were at. His costume was a mish mash of different time periods but he was tall. At least 7 foot tall.
Even when you stood on the stump which was at least 2 foot tall, your small frame was nothing compared to his.
he wore a rather dated clown costume. It looked like it used to be white but it was faded with red pompoms on the front as if they were buttons. His forehead was slightly larger than normal, similar more to a child than to a grown man.
But as he continued to clap and draw closer, you smiled. Taking a handful of the ruffles on your skirt your curtsied, bowing your head to him slightly.
“Most have to pay to see one of my shows.” You joked, straightening up but tilting your head to the side.
“I bet millions must come to see you.” The clown smiled, his voice a little higher and lighter than you expected. His front two teeth were longer than the rest and, as he smiled at you, he pushed his tongue against the back of them.
“perhaps not that many.” You shrugged, noticing he had now stopped only 5 feet from where you were.
“You are spectacular.” The clown purred slightly, his eyes drifting down your body and back up. You discreetly sniffed the air.
He smelled nothing like normal humans did. His scent was different to anything you had ever smelt before. And you loved it.
You clenched your teeth slightly, not wanting to act on impulse too early. Besides, he was curing your boredom.
“So, do you have a name?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and noticing how this question seemed to make him happy.
“yes, yes, I have a name. I am Pennywise. Pennywise the dancing clown.” He let out a loud laugh, baring all his teeth. “Although I do not know if I could outdo you, [y/n].”
You almost froze as he spoke your name but then remembered your name was painted on banners outside the circus.
“Pennywise, huh? Never heard of a clown called that. Do you get called Penny for short?” You giggled, winking at him as he lowered his chin to his chest and chuckled.
“no, but you may, kitten.” He purred, his eyes dancing with danger and fire.
He wasn’t human. You knew that much.
“Ah, so the kitten is as smart as she is dangerous.” You heard him mutter, more to himself than to you.
But, before you could question him, a pair of footsteps drew your attention. All your senses were more tuned than a normal human so you instantly knew where the noise was coming from and whipped your head to look.
Pennywise had heard it too, looking in the same direction and voices filled the air.
“3 males. About 15 years old.” You mumbled to yourself.
“Good, kitten.” Pennywise grinned and chuckled but you weren’t paying attention to him. Your thirst was becoming strong.
just then, the three stumbled out into the moon light of the clearing. Their eyes instantly fell on you and Pennywise. Two were stunned, their fear only making their smell greater, while the other, either too stupid or too brave, started to laugh.
“Who the hell are you two? Circus is back that way.” The leader laughed, pointing in the direction of the circus.
You let out a low growl, sounding more from a tiger than from a human.
But Pennywise started to step forward.
“Why, I am pennywise the dancing clown. Would you like a balloon?” He pointed to your right and, sure enough, there was a bright red balloon. It was as if a invisible man held it there. Your gaze drifted back to Pennywise. You didn’t know who he was or what he was, but he was like you.
“You think I want your stupid fucking balloon.” The leader said and started to storm towards you, plunging his knife into his pocket and pulling out a blade.
You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at him, but this only made him worse.
“Stupid bitch.” He growled.
“Now now, the kittens got claws.” Pennywise giggled, his eyes darting to meet yours. “Or fangs.”
Instantly, you knew he knew. He knew what you were.
You were a vampire. A creature from nightmare and from myth.
And he wanted to make sure of it.
When the boy got close enough, you smiled, allowing your fangs to show now. It was something you could normal hide, but now you were thirsty. And he had pissed you off.
The boy froze in fear about 3 foot away from you, allowing you time to pounce.
You grabbed his wrists and pushed him to the ground, straddling him as you ducked down and bit his neck, hard.
He let out a screech of pain and started to writhe but you were stronger. You held him down as his blood passed your lips and down your throat as you sucked.
Pleasure ran through your body as you finally fed. It had been weeks since you had last been able to properly feed and you were locked in a feeding frenzy.
You heard screams from the other boys but didn’t care.
finally, you tasted his blood beginning to thin.
You forced yourself to pull back, gasping for air as you did.
You could feel a bead of blood run past your lips and down your chin as your world spun. Focusing, you saw Pennywise crouching about 3 feet away from you, his eyes wide with fascination and a large smile on his lips, his head croaked to one side. Looking past him, you saw the limp bodys of the two other boys, blood around them.
“Spectacular.” He chuckled, inching closer.
You pushed yourself off the body and stood up, noticing how closely he was watching you.
“How often do you have to feed?” He asked, his eyes dancing as they fell to the drop of blood on the side of your lips.
“If I don’t suck the idiot dry?” You kicked the body slightly, frustrated that you had allowed your thirst to take control. “One human can last me years. But they have to stay alive so their body can continue producing blood.” You explained, your eyes falling on the boys face. His eyes were still open in fear.
“Do you like children?” He asked, inching closer to you.
“Yes, but they are impractical for me.” You shrugged. “While they do taste slightly better, their small bodies cant keep up with what I need. Teenagers are okay, a blend between adults and kids.”
Pennywise let out a loud laugh, almost bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Can you taste fear?” Pennywise asked more and more questions, making you confused as you bit down on your lower lip. You were a little unsure about him, but a part of you was drawn to him.
“I cant taste fear. But I feel it. Our senses are a lot more tuned than a humans. But, if they are scared, their blood runs faster.” You explained to him, seeing how excited he was getting. “Now, enough about me.”
You walked back to the stump and sat on the edge, watching him closer. But he didn’t speak. He simply smiled at you.
“ive heard about you, around the town. Children are under a curfew. They are scared of you. Every 27 years, isn’t it? 27 years that you need to feed.” You smirked as you saw his smile falter. He now knew and understood you were witty and intelligent.
“Yes, 27 years. How do you know that, my dear?” He asked as you shrugged.
“When you’ve been around as long as I have, the world really isn’t a big place. Rumours travel.” You smiled slightly, unable to hid the small sadness in your voice. You had been around longer than some family names. You had seen humans grow old in the blink of an eye, a tree go from a sapling to a full tree in the flutter of an eyelash. At some point, loneliness was bound to come back.
“You don’t fear anything. Why?” Pennywise suddenly asked, taking two steps towards you.
“Fear is natural in most animals, but not in me. You see, fears stem from ones ability to predict death. Someone who claims to be scared of heights isn’t, their afraid of falling. Those afraid of spiders is because spiders can be poisonous. Fear is a natural way of trying to warn you. But I am immortal. I cannot die. Therefore, I have nothing to fear.” You explained.
Pennywise let out a loud laugh before moving quickly forward and dropping to his knees in front of you. Due to his height, he became eye level with you.
“I feed on fear.” He whispers to you, as if it were a secret. “But, some children don’t fear me like they should. Some think because they hid in their silly little groups, they can escape me. But they cant.”
He became angry as he spoke, looking past you and frowning.
You didn’t know why you were drawn to him like you were. You didn’t know why you were attracted to him like you were.
“And you think I can help. How?” You tilted your head to the side, raising a singular eyebrow at him.
“You, my dear-“ He reached out and placed a finger under your chin. “You will make them fear. You are able to attack them, whether or not they think you are real.”
you couldn’t help but smirk, knowing it would be a fun plan, but you saw a fault.
“And what about when you disappear for 27 years? Will I just have to circle back?” You asked.
“no, no, no.” He shook his head, laughing. “You can stay. This town wont care. You could pick off anyone you like. And you wont have to worry about getting caught.”
It almost sounded too good to be true. But you knew he was right. The town was incredibly strange.
“So? Do we have a deal?” He reached out a hand to you, his eyes seeming to darken. But this didn’t seem to worry for 2 reasons.
The first, he couldn’t harm you.
The second, you were more than enough competition to him if he did. If he was having problems with kids, he wouldn’t stand much of a chance against you.
You reached out and shook his hand.
“Perfect.” He bounced up to his feet, chuckling with joy.
You too stood up, realising you came nowhere near his near 7 foot height.
“There is one thing missing.” He mussed, turning to look you over once again. “Oh! I know!”
He pulled two wrist ruffle cuffs off his wrists. They were white with red towards the tips and very pretty. They matched your outfit perfectly.
Pennywise held them out to you, that deranged smile playing on his lips as you took the items and slid them on.
“Better?” You asked, shaking your arms slightly before doing jazz hands.
“Perfect.” He moved forward, taking your chin between his thumb and pointing finger and raising your gaze to meet his. “We shall rule this town.” He growled, possessively and it set a shot of pleasure down your spin.
“On a throne of corpses.” You added, smirking.
Pennywise then did the most unexpected thing. He leaned down and dragged his tongue up your chin to your lip. As he pulled away, you saw he had licked off blood which had dripped down your lip. This seemed to send him into a frenzy.
He leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against yours.
You were surprised by the kiss, not thinking he wanted that from you. But now you knew, you weren’t going to complain. You kissed him back fiercely, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lifted you up, a growl emitting from his chest.
You knew he could taste the blood on your lips and he loved it.
You were the first to pull away and when you did, he moved you up to sit on his shoulder, wrapping his arm around your legs to keep you secure.
You didn’t know where this was going to take you or if you could really trust him. But by that kiss and his general aura, you like him. Plus, it might be a little fun. Like a circus act.



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We Fell in the Sun

 Description: 3 Times that someone got snapshots into your and Peter’s relationship and the one time they didn’t, but should have.

A/N: So because I’m shitty at descriptions this is basically just a little imagine about the reader’s and Peter’s relationship through different perspectives. I had fun writing this lil imagine and as always like and reblog!! Also leave comments about what you liked/didn’t liked/what could be better! Those are always welcome. Also requests are always open, any type of requests come in my ask box and ask! Title from Big Grams song Fell in the Sun which you should definitely go listen to bc its amazing and happy. Ok sorry for this long note! 

Characters: Peter ParkerxReader; OC; May Parker; Tony Stark 

Warnings: None that I can think of :)

Maggie Wheeler prided herself on her ability to always be on time. She was punctual, the actual thought of making someone wait made her sick. It might have come from her need to please everyone she ever encountered in her life. And to some that might seem like a hectic life to live, but it calmed her down. Having a schedule and planning everything out left no surprises. So when she woke up this morning on her very own, with no alarm blaring that obnoxious ringtone from her iPhone, she was already suspicious. Despite always getting up at the same time everyday, she still had to set at least five alarms to officially get her up in the morning, especially when she stayed up until 3 working on that poster project for her 7th period English class. Checking her phone she realized it was actually dead and so she picked up her wrist watch checking the time. She quickly shot out of bed when she realized that she had about a half an hour to get ready and get to school. And that was the start of her hectic, not so planned out morning.

Rounding the corner of Midtown, it was unusually quiet, which was to be expected. The final bell had rang already and five minutes had passed. Maggie had actually never been late a day in her life. She never heard the hallway so quiet and it wasn’t until she reached that little alcove three feet away from her locker, she realized she wasn’t alone. If it hadn’t been for the small breathy giggle, she would have walked right past them, but she heard and it made her stop in her tracks.

There sitting in the slightly closed off area was Y/N and Peter Parker. Peter was sitting on the ledge of the alcove with Y/N in standing in between his legs and he was looking up at her like she created the very idea of being in love. Their backpacks left forgotten next to them.

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