-Graves only knew you as the rookie auror, and as the director he was far too busy to worry himself with your personal training.
-The first few weeks he saw you more though. Everyone treated you about as well as any rookie.
-Coffee runs, filing, basically anything to turn you off or either build you up.
-But, that’s what caught his attention the first time. Throughout all the teasing, and unnecessary duties, you remained determined.
-He’d be staring at you from his desk, as you poured him a cup of coffee. And even through his stoic expression, you’d just smile at him.
-“I hope you enjoy, Mr. Graves.”
-And he couldn’t begin to comprehend why, but the edge of his lips would twitch, barely threatening a smile back.
-But, he remained composed as ever, dark eyes fixed on you as you rushed out of his office.
-But, there you were, day after day, still pouring him a new cup of coffee.
-“Good morning, Mr. Gr-omg I’m sorry!”
-You somehow managed to pour far too much over his mug, and it dripped down across all his paperwork.
-In a panic you began wiping up what you could with your scarf, and he watched with the slightest air of amusement at your antics.
-You’d immediately stop, looking up at him worriedly as he rose gracefully from his chair.
-He looked you over, unreadable look in his eyes, but all he did was take your hand, wetting his handkerchief, and dabbing the reddened skin of your hand the hot coffee had touched.
-The tinge of pink that appeared on your cheeks caught his attention, and he smirked just a little.
-For whatever reason, he found himself constantly aware of your presence, and even when he managed to find time to relax at home your face was all he could think of.
-Your incessant need to be cheerful, your beautiful radiant smile, down to the very shyness you exhibited around him.
-It was all quite infatuating.
-He folded his handkerchief back up, pushing it into his pocket as he slowly slid your hands apart.
-The tingle you both felt made you look up, and your blush deepened as he turned back to his desk and cleared up the papers.
-“I’m so sorry, Mr. Graves…”
-“Think nothing of it.”
-Percival looked over at you, and even though he felt this tempting need to brush that loose strand of hair from your face, he kept his hands in his pockets.
-“I hear you’re training is coming along well.”
-“Yes, yes it is!” Again with that gorgeous smile that made his heart flutter.
-He gritted his teeth, and he gathered his things as he walked up next to you. He leaned down, lips just inches from your ear as he spoke lowly.
-“Excellent. I’ll personally see to it that you’ve finally completed your training.”
Hope that was ok! lol I may have gotten carried away. 😓
So, a few weekends ago, I got fucking blasted from downing almost an entire bottle of cherry vodka raw through nothing but shots. My roomie was showing me how to do them properly with her double shot glass and, uh… Practice makes perfect, right?
Anyway, she left my drunk ass after I crashed in bed to go visit her bf, thinking I was gonna pass out, but for some reason I thought, “I need to record something rn- It’s been a while”, so I did. I was originally gonna polish this up and make an actual thing out of it but intoxicated-me didn’t make sure the audio was ok in quality/consistency and I don’t like working with shit that ain’t my best, let alone posting it, but HEY FUCK IT HERE YOU GO! (editing my drunk rambling was torture jfc)
Also feel free to imagine Grillby just standing there watching the entire embarrassing exchange in silence.
Some proof that practice makes perfect. The wig on the right was my first Tracer wig and first time styling a wig with spikes. The version on the left is my new Tracer wig I just styled. Wig styling is scary but if you put in the time and patience I promise it will get easier!!
Both wigs are from @ardawigs, both in Dark Brown. Left is a Jaguar and right is a Blue Steele! I used wefts to alter the hair line on both. I can’t wait to wear the updated version for PAX Prime this year!!
A/N: I’m pretty new at this and don’t know if it’s really good, but hey practice makes perfect right? lol Have a great day/evening/morning/or night where ever you are. -Kassandra
Steve Rogers (Captain America): It was just a regualr day for you, school then work, homework and a visit to your favorite cafe that you enjoy. As usual it is very quiet and not packed at the cafe, you take your seat outside looking out to the view that over looked Central Park and just as you were about to lift up your drink from the table that’s when you felt it. The rumbling of the earth that cause you to divert your eyes to the to the sounds of clashing metal, grunts and groans that were on full display to the people of New York. “Just my luck.” you mumble under your breath leave it to you to think a perfectly normal day would stay normal. Just as you were about to make your way out of the what seemed to be war zone, a man who wore a full trooper outfit jumped on a car in front of you causing you to shuffling back in fear. He slowly began to apporach you but didn’t make it to far until Man Wonder came kicking him into the nearest object. Man wonder made his way over to you holding out his hand, which you hestiantly accepted “I hope you are all right and he didn’t hurt you. Try and stay out of trouble.” He said smiling a wide colgate commerical smile and ran off towards the fight. You were so taken back by his gentle nature you lost focus for a second until you heard a car slam into a building with cause you to collect your thoughts and run home. “Thanks Captain.” you whispered to yourself as you ran as fast as you could, not once looking back at the continuing fight that was happening. You were lucky enough to make it out alive, thanks to all yout lucky stars and Captains assitance.
He-hey, I’m a lil nervous about posting my drawings, but here’s a little H2OVanoss for ya. Based off a scene from the wonderful watch-and-learn-kid’s fic, because I can’t get enough of that story. I hope ye enjoy…
I enjoyed drawing spooky Madeline earlier so I thought I’d doodle a witchy Will! (lmao im sorry it doesnt look very like him, i find him the most difficult to draw :’o but practice makes perfect… right?)
“Hold still -!” Chiyori ordered with a small pout. She was already getting fidgety? “I thought you said that you’d help those in need.” A hand on her hip and yet the grin couldn’t be stopped from spreading across her face.
That’s right and Chiyori was in need - she needed someone to fill the place of her old mannequin. “I think the colors look good – hmm, definitely suits your skin tone.” She commented proudly before continuing to pin the fabric together. Practice makes perfect right? ..she hoped.