Power Metal

  1. Can’t wait to see how fast this gets reposted :)
  2. I can’t wait to see how many people complain about inaccuracies :)
  3. Specifically the fact that there are ‘symphonic’ or ‘gothic’ metal bands in here but you know what suck my ass it’s not the worst thing to happen in these guides trust me
  4. I am NOT LINKING this one to the other two because they happened a long time ago and I Am Embarassed.
  5. I hope this makes some people happy :)

Finally got around to updating this to a less clashing colour scheme! 
I absolutely adore what the wavecrest saturnalia is spitting out so far though oh man. It’s such a hugely variable theme compared to other months, I love seeing different interpretations even if their skill level in skins isn’t very high yet! Points for enthusiasm
This is Taonga Moana! Ocean Treasure, based on paua/abalone shells. 

tonystarkism  asked:

YOUR GIFS ARE MAGIC AND RAINBOWS (literally)!!! A tutorial on how you use/choose gradients to create colour porn gifsets, pretty please? Love you, you know it <3

I LOVE YOU <3 thank you so much!

Gradients will trasform your gif from this:

to this:

Examples of colour porn gifsets using gradients: x, x and x.

Since this has been requested a few times, I’m gonna start by giving a few tips and then we’ll move to a tutorial.

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Confessions || KakaSaku

I was in a mushy mood and this is the outcome.


Flashing red, blue and yellow illuminated the dance floor, bouncing off her sweaty skin and turning her pastel pink hair into a clash of colours that left him a little breathless.

Her fingers trailed up her exposed sides, sliding sensationally up her pale skin and lifting her black top an inch, exposing more of her creamy skin as her hips rotated to the beat of the music.

He watched mesmerised as she tangled her fingers in her pink strands and dipped her head back, closing her eyes and losing herself completely to the beat. Light reflected off the glitter covering her cheeks making her look almost ethereal.

She was alone, swaying without a care, knowing a few pair of eyes were fixed at her, knowing she was every bit as gorgeous as she felt.

Kakashi Hatake was truly breathless. The last place he expected to find Sakura in is the club.

The song changed to a slower beat and she finally opened her emerald eyes. They sparkled in the dim light like little jewels and they fixed resolutely on him.

His breath caught in his throat as half lidded cloudy green roamed his face and she began to walk his way, her short shorts riding up her slim legs to expose more delicious thigh.

“Hey,” her lips said, he couldn’t hear a syllable over the loud music but he could imagine her voice perfectly in his head.

He nodded in acknowledgment at her and she proceeded to slide into the seat next to him and order two drinks, “day off?”

He nodded again and turned in his seat to face her. Her long hair settled around her shoulders like a curtain, framing her face, her bangs falling messily over her forehead. In the past few years, she grew it out again, and by her twenty-fourth birthday, it reached her waist.

She leaned closer to him so that her lips were next to his ear, “are you here alone?”

Goosebumps surfaced on his skin as the hot puffs of her breath fanned the side of his face and her leg pressed against his.

He gave a jerky nod and the bartender chose that moment to bring over their drinks. Sakura’s hazy eyes locked with his as she drowned half of her drink in one go and set it down with a quiet sigh.

He wanted to tell her to slow down but then the man sitting next to him suddenly lunged at his neighbour and nearly knocked Kakashi’s drink over.

Kakashi avoided the spilled liquid and eyed the unfolding fight with annoyance as both men rolled onto the ground and began to throw punches left and right.

He was about to interfere when he felt her sweaty palm in his and then she was dragging him away, out through the back door to the nearly deserted parking lot.

She let out a contented sigh as the cool breeze washed over her heated skin and she stretched languidly.

Spinning around to face him, she stumbled lightly in her high boots and held to the rail ship shyly. She regarded him with a mysterious smile twisting her red-painted lips and said, “let’s go somewhere.”

Kakashi eyed her unsurely. She looked absolutely wasted, “are you sure? Maybe you should go home—”

She giggled, staggering towards him and hugging his middle, “don’t be like that Kakashi…”

His breath hitched as her face hovered closely to his, her intoxicated breath blowing in his face and clouding his mind.

“Come with me,” she begged him, her voice taking on a breathier tone, her body pressing up more closely against him. His mouth dried as he realised she wasn’t wearing a bra.

He nodded mutely, helpless against her charm and allowed her to drag him away to her car, a red mustang that shimmered under the street light.

Pausing he seized her arm in his hand and stopped her once more, eyeing her car disapprovingly , “Should you really drive? You’re drunk.”

She giggled again, “I’m fine, I’ve only had one drink Kakashi.”

Even with her reassurance, he still hesitated but she pushed him into the car without waiting for his reply and got behind the wheel, kicking the engine to start.

Kakashi sighed in defeat and figured if she got them killed, at least he’d have spent his last minutes with her.

The silver-head had no idea where she was taking him but he didn’t really mind. Any time spent with her was a good time.

She turned on the radio, filling the silence with a quiet beat as they drove onto a darkened street and he realised they exited the city.

Finally, he asked, “where are we going?”

“Somewhere.” She replied, her voice playful, matching her careless smile.

“Somewhere where?” He pushed, just out of curiosity, he didn’t really mind.

Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she pressed her lips together in a tiny smile, “somewhere quiet. You’ll see.”

He didn’t have to wait for long, another fifteen minutes of driving along endless fields with nothing but the moonlight illuminating their way, she drove over the grass all the way to the top of a hill and stopped the car.

The roof of her Mustang opened, sliding back to reveal the starriest night he’s seen in years.

Catching him staring in awe, she nudged him, “I was sure you’d like it.”

Nodding his head, he forced his eyes off the sky to study her.

Wild pink hair, mischievous green eyes and blood red lips. The sight of her took his breath away and he couldn’t take his sight off her.

Sakura only smiled and unbuckled her seatbelt before twisting in her seat to cross over to the back seat of her car, her thigh brushing accidentally -maybe- against the side of his face and nearly taking his self-control with it.

She was so absolutely beautiful he had no words to describe her anymore.

Relaxing against the backseat, she gave him an inviting smile and motioned for him to join her.

Once in the back seat with her, she snuggled closer to his side and sunk in the comfy seats of her car.

They were quiet for a few long minutes before she broke the silence, “I usually come here when everything is too loud. The stars are beautiful.”

Kakashi wouldn’t know, he was too busy watching her. The smooth stretch of her cheek, the light freckles across them, their flushness from her inebriation, the dark eyeliner framing her eyes and her long lashes. He wondered if he might lose his mind if he kept watching her.

And finally, to complete the picture and turn it into a piece of true art, she tilted her head back to look at him, her pink bangs falling over her emerald green eyes as they reflecting the moon like they were the purest calmest pools in the universe.

They roamed his face, glancing at his lips and back at his charcoal eyes before whispering, “why are you staring at me like that?”

It took all his self control not to kiss her.

His lips parted in a soft exhale that did nothing to help the knots forming in his stomach as he answered truthfully, “because you’re beautiful.”

Her cheeks flushed an endearing shade of red and her eyes drifted back to his lips, as if to ask his permission.

Kakashi answered by slowly leaning down so that their mouths were inches apart and waited for her to close the distance if she chose to.

He sensed her breath on his chin before he felt her plumped lips pressing gently onto his in a sweet kiss.

All air left him in a forceful exhale through his nose and he felt his heart flutter at the gentle feeling of her petal soft lips brushing over his.

Sakura pulled back to gaze at him through her half-lidded gaze, as if to gauge his expression. Whatever she saw there made her lean in again and close the distance between them once more.

Their second kiss was deeper and more passionate than the first, like she was trying to communicate to him words through the touching of their mouths and he let himself lose to the feeling, allowing his arms to sneak around her waist and pull her onto his lap, pressing her closer to him, more intimately, more snuggly until he could feel her heartbeat reverberating through him and beating in time with his.

They broke apart for a breath and she pressed small, soft kisses to the side of his jaw, leaving butterfly caresses across his skin until he was tingling all over and questioning reality altogether .

“What are we doing?” He asked her breathlessly as her mouth found a soft spot below his ear and began to suck gently at it.

“Kissing,” she breathed, her voice heavy with something that made his stomach clench tightly.

“I know,” his voice cracked slightly at the end as he felt her hips push into his, fitting them together, “but… should we really— oh!”

Her teeth pressed into the tender skin of his neck, cutting him off. He squirmed a bit as she bit and sucked at the spot over his pulse until it was an angry red bruise.

“Why not?” She finally asked, quietly and leaned back to look at his face from beneath dark thick lashes.

Good question, he thought, except no answer presented itself in his mind and he remained silent, watching her curiously as her fingers brushed lightly and cautiously over his exposed stomach, tracing the contours of his body like he was made of gold and not the same flesh that made her.

“I thought so.” She grinned at him, knowing he had no argument. He was glad he didn’t, he wanted her more than he thought was possible.

Sighing, he reached and brushed her hair out of her face and murmured, “what are you doing with an old man like me Sakura…?”

The Pinkette smiled shyly at him as his thumb gently stroked her cheeks, “Having fun.”

He gave her a helpless smile and she leaned froward to flutter her lips against his in a soft kiss before nuzzling her face in his neck and admitting, “you smell nice.”

Kakashi laughed breathily and hugged her protectively against him as he buried his face in her thick hair and inhaled her lingering smell of strawberries deeply. “So do you.”

He felt her smile against his neck and pressed a tender kiss to her temple as he heard her mumble a ‘thank you’.

Hours passed by like minutes as they listened to their quiet breathing, his fingers stroking her hair lovingly as she pressed occasional kisses to his neck.

“Hey Kakashi?” She said at some point, her voice heavy with sleep.

“Mhmm?” He cracked an eye open to be rewarded by the sight of the endless inky black sky dotted by a thousand stars and her quiet confession.

“I love you,”

For a few moments, all sleep vanished from his system and his eyes widened in shock but then he smiled and tightened his hold on her, because the feeling was very much mutual, and he really wouldn’t have minded staying like this forever, so he dipped his head down over her ear and whispered four small words that’ll change everything back at her. “I love you too, Sakura.”

The end.

Pampered Prince

Here’s a cute story that I was commissioned to write! It was something I enjoyed writing and I think those of you who ship Bokuto and Akaashi will be pleased. :)

-Admin Lana

Pairing: Bokuto/Akaashi

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,854

Sleepless nights had become a regular part of Akaashi’s routine as of late, attempting to keep up with the hefty load of assignments while attending to his duties as a vice-captain was bound to take it’s toll. It wasn’t as if this incident had occurred on a one-night basis, but rather the past couple weeks. No one had noticed the weary glaze of green irises nor the occasional jerk of his head as he nodded off in class,  sleep  enticing his  depraved mind.   While it was true that his grades had priority, it seemed as something- or rather someone- was running rampant in his thoughts with a contagious smile and boisterous laughter. To him, it was quite silly that something as mundane as a ‘crush’ was the source of his anxiety, but it was understandable considering that no one before Bokuto had the ability to make such a profound impact on his life. It was wistful thinking that the captain would be attracted in a romantic manner, but it was a thought that left him with a smile on the rare occasions he found sleep.

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Esper Squad Skirt Headcanons
  • Mob: likes skirts that are soft and comfy and sensory pleasing. Is too shy to wear short skirts.
  • Ritsu: Hated the maid outfit because he felt it was tacky, but secretly loves cute skirts that show off his legs. Master of the perfect outfit.
  • Teruki: Horribly brightly coloured and clashes with the rest of his clothes in the name of ~Fashion~. Likes them poofy.
  • Shou: All of his skirts have pockets.

silverskye13  asked:

Hello! I've been really admiring your colored pencil work and was wondering if you had any tips or suggestions on how to blend colors? Or maybe any good references/tutorials I could look at? Thank you very much regardless, and I hope you have a good day!

Hi ! I hope you don’t mind me publishing this publicly, because I’ve been thinking about sharing some traditional art tips I’ve discovered over the years and this ask is the perfect occasion to do it.

Okay first of all I’m self-taught and never been to art school so maybe some the things I’m gonna say are actually bad ! Take it with a grain of salt and experiment yourself ! Also this is gonna be about coloured pencils only so… Yeah.

Okay so :

- I know the tool doesn’t make the artist but when it comes to coloured pencils it makes a great fucken difference whether your pencils are 1euro offbrand Rik et Rok at Auchan or… Better quality. If you’re really determined to work traditionally with pencils, you should think about getting some good pencils, where they have more pigment and a thicker consistence. I’m partial to Faber-Castell Polychromos but they’re very pricey so if you find another good brand that’s cheaper go for it (also hit me up ahah)

- Every brand is different. As I said, I primarily use Faber-Castell but recently my aunt gave me another brand that is a also “quality brand” (I don’t have the box at my flat so I don’t remember the name) but while the colours were really vibrant they also spread and smudged much more easily. I didn’t really like it, but if you’re used to it, I’m sure you can do great stuff !

- Also, use untextured paper. I don’t know why they say grainy paper is ideal for pencils ahah ^^ It gives a weird pixel effect when you scan it because of the tiny white holes you can’t fill with your pencil. I like smooth Canson paper better ! I use Exacompta paper but I mean there are a ton of brands who offer the same stuff.

- You can sketch with a mechanical pencil and everything but you shouldn’t keep graphite pencil on your page when you colour, otherwise your colours are going to get a weird greyish colour and it’s just Ugly. For me it’s the hard part of drawing digitally: I sketch with a mechanical pencil, then I take a coloured pencil and erase every line to trace over it with the coloured pencil. It’s boring and hard but it’s for the greater good.

- When you line with the coloured pencil, take an “in between colour”, like that’s what I call some colours that blend well with everything ? Because lines will smudge so you want to avoid clashes. Dark colours such as purple or black I tend to avoid because huge dark smudges aren’t a good look, unless you’re going for something in that colour palette. Same for all other colours, especially blues (cause the SECOND you use yellow it’s Over - be super careful with yellow and blue I’m warning you so you can avoid my fate). I usually take a deep pink (magenta) because pink is the ideal blend colour since it’s between warm and cool tones. Sometimes when I want to go for a more natural look I use browns that blend well too.

- Also once you’re done colouring reline everything because smudged/less clear/less vibrant lines

- I tend to line everything with the same colour so there is continuity within the drawing. I use other colours for when I want a certain item to pop up.

- Pink is your ultimate best friend. Want to make that gradient between yellow and blue ? Use pink in the middle. It works for everything. I love pink.

- The trick is, go lightly at first, then add more and more layers. Think a bit like digital layers ? You do your flats first (rough colours, you don’t even have to fill it all properly like you can leave some white), then you put a layer of another colour (usually with the strokes in another direction like if your first colour has vertical strokes then go horizontally or diagonally), then another, then another again, and you refine that shit until it looks good.

- If you go on my earliest art pages you’ll see that my art wasn’t as well coloured as it is right now. Shit was LIGHT AS FUCK (and I kept complaining that I wasn’t able to get deep colours ahah). As with all shit, it’s gonna take a while to get it right.

- I hate colouring clothes so my Bullshit Secret Technique is horizontal or kinda wavy/following the movement of the clothing crosshatching with a lot of colours until it makes a decent gradient (see  all of my drawings in April 2016)

- Single coloured flats are hard. Get one colour, then get another colour and draw over your flat. Okay it won’t be all the same colour but 1) nuances are good 2it’s easier for some reason. Maybe it’s just in your head ? I don’t know.

- If you can get one of these small eraser pens like pens but they’re erasers, get them, especially to erase your sketch, it saves lives. At least it saved mine. It’s so much easier to erase one line at a time than erase everything then lose track of where was what.

- Get a white gel ink pen for highlights and tiny sparkling stuff
- Know where the light parts of your drawing are going to be beforehand because there’s no way to get them back once they’re gone.

- Get a tablet and draw digitally. You can do much more stuff much more easily. Patterns ? Highlights ? Fluorescence ? Ctrl-Z ? Flats ? Resizing ? Last-minute glow in the dark ? Can’t do that traditionally. It’s too late for me cause I’d have to relearn everything and I’m lazy but if you’re getting started draw digitally.

- Otherwise add tiny sparkling stuff it’s really lovely.

Aaand here ! I don’t know if that really helped you, I’ve said it before but I draw really instinctively so it’s hard to explain what I do ^^’ Thanks for the compliments though, and have a nice day too !

H.G x Reader ||SMUT|| #9

Prompt: Hermione and you have some late night fun at the library.

Throughout the years, Hermione and you managed to get to know the castle and it’s endless corridors from sneaking around so much.

For the first several years of your friendship when the two of you would sneak out and about, it would be only to talk. You would talk on hours on end and get to know each other more and more. By third year things- feelings- began to transpire between you two and your stake outs would become heavy with tension.

It was near the middle of fourth year that Hermione and you actually did anything about said feelings.

Throughout the beginning of fourth year the two of you had something of an unspoken-unofficial relationship.

You both had your eyes set entirely and solely on each other.

You began to hold her hand shyly. When she became tired she would lay her head on your shoulder and nuzzle your neck. When she was cold you would lend her your jacket and pull her into your warm and safe embrace. When Hermione was upset or forlorn you would wrap her in your arms, sit her on your lap and rock her back and forth while brushing butterfly kisses between encouraging whispers on her temple and her forehead.

You only really admitted your feelings toward her when you became jealous and so she did the same.

After that night, when you would sneak off, sometimes you’d just sit in silence, Hermione sitting between your legs with her back pressed against your front and your arms encircling her waist while your head rested against her shoulder.

By fifth year the tension came back, this time however, it was different. So very much different, for it was sexual tension now.

Sneaking off with the prefect usually led to steamy kisses, quiet moans, and hickeys. And, while your make out sessions became longer and hotter, so did your knickers.

Neither of you could ever return to sleep without having had sated your thirst of each other. Hermione would absolutely love being pinned against the wall as you slipped your hands under her shirt and played with her nipples. She soaked in the pleasure of tangling her fingers through your hair and forcing your mouth to her neck.

On occasion, when Hermione was feeling absolutely and wildly lecherous, you would slip your hand through her skirt and her panties and tease her clit.

Now, at sixth year, it wasn’t merely teasing. Now, neither of you hesitated on taking things further with sex.

That was how you ended up here…

In the library- behind countless shelves- in the Restricted Section.

Sneaking out for some late night ‘reading’ and actually doing the late night reading had proved to be a difficult task. A difficult task indeed.

Hermione had been awfully quiet for the past hour and you were sure the sound of pages turning had also stopped a while ago.

You smirked slyly over your book at Hermione, her eyes dilated and already fixed on your lips.

Her book was lying open, long forgotten, in front of her but, it had been long since she had read the page.

You glanced down over the side of the table and bit back a grin. Hermione was crossing and uncrossing her legs, a habit you knew she only displayed when she was hot and bothered.

“It’s a bit warm in here, lovely? Don’t you think?” You asked, biting your lip not-so-innocently.

Hermione met your gaze and saw the amusement dancing in your eyes. She glared at you in annoyance.

“Shut up,” she snapped, vexed.

You rested your head in your hand and propped your elbow up on the table, closing your book.

Make me,” you responded.

Hermione clenched her jaw. She turned and glared the the ground for several seconds before huffing out a breath and making her way toward you.

She pushed your books carelessly off your lap and sat herself down, straddling you. Immediately you grabbed her hips.

Hermione had been fighting the urge to fall for your teasing antics. You had been teasing her all week and you both hand an unspoken challenge going on. It seemed ,however, that Hermione couldn’t hold off any longer.

Hermione wrapped her arms around your neck and hungrily brought your lips to hers. You moaned quietly against her feverish mouth, somewhat taken aback by how fiercely she was kissing you. Your moans soon turned to growls when you began to feel her hips grinding on you.

Hermione’s hands fell from your neck and instead moved to begin unbuttoning your uniform. She had barely managed to undo the second button of your shirt just as you stilled her hands and pulled her wrists back behind her back.

You felt your girlfriend’s breath hitch at the action. She knew what was about to happen and she couldn’t wait any longer for it.

You gripped her wrists tightly behind her with one hand and pulled her head back with the other, revealing her neck. Instantly, you brought your lips to jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat and back up, occasionally whispering dirty things into her ear.

Hermione moaned hoarsely.

You released your grip on her hair momentarily and began to undo the buttons of her shirt.

When you were done the shirt fell open on its own, exposing the fair skin of her chest and her stomach.

You left it on, letting it hang messily off her shoulders because damn it was a major turn on for you to see her ’innocent girl’ demeanor broken by the image of her being so eager to be fucked.

You chuckled lowly, trailing a hand from her neck down to her chest. You fingered the material of her bra admiringly. The black lace allowed you to see her nipple- rosy and erect- and the colour clashed gorgeously against her skin tone.

Just like I knew it would.

“Are you wearing the present I got you?”

“Yes,” Hermione answered, breathy.

You smiled up at her, smiling in approval.

“Good girl.”

You leaned into her chest and took a nipple into your mouth. You wiped your tongue over the lace and sucked on the bud.

Hermione threw her head back, swallowing down a moan.

You alternated the nipple, sucking on the other one but, still playing with the first one.

Hermione bucked her hips in a needy way and whimpered when she didn’t find the contact she needed.

“Hey, now,” you chided, tightening your hold on her wrists. “I can’t please you properly if you’re not being a good girl, now can I?”

Hermione shook her head, biting her lip.

Then stay still,” you growled.

Hermione’s eyes dilated even more and she nodded rapidly. Pleased, you began sucking and biting her neck.

“Please…,” she whimpered softly.

“Please what?” You questioned against her chest. You pulled down the lace, finally revealing the pert nipple to you.

“Please- ungh- please fuck me [Y/n].”

You slipped a hand through her skirt and grabbed her center tightly. You could feel the heat and the wetness gathered there even through her lace panties.

Hermione moaned, bucking her hips against your hand.

Quiet.” You hissed.

You slipped your fingers past the hem of her panties and smeared her wetness along her thighs and her lips.

Hermione threw her head back, biting her lip tightly.

You pushed her lips open and rubbed your fingers over her clit.

Hermione shuddered and cried out softly.

You rubbed your fingers rapidly over clit for several seconds, just watching Hermione, then you prodded a finger into her slit.

Not being able to control herself, Hermione moaned loudly.

You pumped your fingers into her slowly, teasing her for a while, building her up before you curled your digits. You gradually sped up and released your hold on her wrists.

Instantly she wrapped her arms around your neck.

Her moans and cries began to get harder to contain so you let her bounce on your hand while you undid your tie.

As much as you loved to hear Hermione become undone you feared someone may hear you. You scrunched up your tie and stuffed it into her mouth, silencing her quickly.

She clamped down on the makeshift gag at the same time she clenched her thighs.

Her chest heaved raggedly and her legs began quiver unsteadily.

You held her hips steadily and sucked and bit her nipples and neck, bringing her to her release.

Hermione shuddered and screamed. Her nails dug into your neck and she dragged them down your back harshly.

She came on your fingers and over the floor.

You waited until her spasms stopped and slowly pulled your fingers out. They glinted with her juices and you sucked your fingers clean off, smirking up at Hermione.

She was panting and flushed, watching you with dark eyes.

You took your tie out of her mouth and tossed it away. Hermione crashed her lips onto yours, her hands cupping your face.

You pulled away and rested your forehead against hers.

“Ready for round 2, Princess?”

You had been speaking and goofing off with one of your closest friends when Professor McGonagall called for all the student’s attention, tapping a fork against a goblet. There was an announcement.

While everyone turned their bodies to look at the Professor you caught Hermione’s eye across the tables.

She sent you a smirk and you flashed her your own grin before turning away.

Students… as you all know no one is allowed to roam the castle after bed.”

She looked over the student body, eyes searching for a culprit.

Everyone nodded in confusion.

“This morning, our dear librarian, Madam Pince,” she motioned toward the librarian standing at the edge of the hall, beet red.

“-opened the library just like any other day. Imagine her surprise when she found this,” she summoned a cloth and you could faintly recognise [Y/h] colours.

Your eyes almost widened and you nearly smacked a hand to your face as she waved it in disgust but, you managed to control your reaction.

“-in the Restricted Section no less!”

So that’s where my tie went.

Your eyes searched for Hermione’s and when you found her she was already staring at you.

She turned back around after giving you a discreet sneer. You turned back to look at McGonagall when your best friend caught your eye.

She was staring at you with her brow quirked and a smile knowing smile playing at her lips.

She leaned toward you. “So that’s why you needed my extra tie.” She whispered, snickering slightly.

“Shut up,” you growled lowly, your face growing as red as Pince’s.

“Now, we know which house this belong to, clearly but, we don’t know if this is charmed or if this was some sort of trick. So, listen closely and carefully, you have all been warned. No more sneaking out of bed and no more going into the Restricted Section! Whoever is found out of their bed chambers after hours will be Filch’s responsibility.”

A/n: Dedicated to the @Anon who requested this.💜 Never written smut before but I definitely don’t mind the practice👍

In response to @mysenia​‘s prompt  - ‘Want a bite of my meat stick?’

“I can’t believe that instead of enjoying the fair, we’re witch hunting,” Stiles grumbles, leaning against Roscoe and folding his arms. Scott nods in agreement, moving out of the way so that Isaac can clamber out of the back of the jeep.

“Well,” Isaac points out, “all the evidence did lead here.”

Stiles snorts.

“What does Derek believe that the fortune teller is actually legit? Are all the carnies using magic as opposed to cheating to make sure we never win the huge teddy bears?”

“I think they’re using human beings as spell components.”

Stiles jumps, Derek’s voice practically in his ear.

“Jesus Christ! What have I told you about sneaking up on me?”

“You should be more aware of your surroundings,” Derek replies. Erica, Boyd and Peter are all snickering. Stiles flips them off.

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sim request for ➤ @annaisntcreative

Calvin Reeves is too smart to care about what he wears. He has a love for clashing styles and bright colours, as well as a very solid relationship with his computer hardware… which tends to impact on his real-life relationships, too. He hates anything that wriggles or squirms or lives in the ground, and would rather live in his basement than go camping…

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What The Heck Is A Malec

Originally posted by shadowhuntersdaily

Summery: Alec is ordered to find a troublesome warlock a legal guardian or she will be executed by the clave for causing centuries of trouble. When he becomes determined to care for he turns to Magnus.

Magnus x Alec

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“The clave can’t do that, surely.” Clary chirped on as Izzy followed Alec in an attempt to get him to stop passing.

“They can, she’s had several warnings but she refuses to listen.” Izzy sighed.

“If this goes wrong I’m finished and done for.” Alec groaned and Izzy patted his back as he finally stopped.

“Why don’t you just find her first, then we can try and help you from there.” She smiled and glanced at Clary and Jace who shot him strained smiles.

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there is literally no doubt in my mind that Damian Wayne takes friendship bracelets REALLY VERY SERIOUSLY

Colin would have made him one because they were making them at the orphanage one afternoon, and, you know, Damian is totally his friend, and once he explained the tradition Damian was probably really flattered and awkward and never wants to take it off and no one is ever allowed to speak badly about it, like, EXCUSE ME, BUT COLIN MADE THAT FOR ME AND HE TIED IT ON MY WRIST, AND IT IS PERFECT

and Damian probably carefully spends a couple nights learning how to make them, and he would do it in Robin colours (a little on the nose, but still clearly very appropriate) and then presents it to Colin and is like GOOD, NOW WE NEVER HAVE TO TAKE THEM OFF AND IT IS TANGIBLE PROOF OF FRIENDSHIP SO NOW IT IS PERMANENT

and it’s very possible that Dick makes one for Damian too (“Just because we’re brothers, doesn’t mean we aren’t ALSO friends, okay?”) and Damian would very grudgingly wear it and eventually make one for Dick too, but he would make a point to not make it quite as neatly as Colin’s, but Dick would just adore it anyway

then it would just be a THING in the house, though, like Jason makes a few REALLY POINTED comments about how HE doesn’t have one, and like, how many times u gotta save a guy’s life before you’re close enough to get a bracelet, huh?? so Damian would DELIBERATELY MAKE HIM A HIDEOUS ONE with horrible clashing colours and bits of loose thread but Jason proudly wears it everywhere every day and IS JUST INSUFFERABLY SMUG