Benedict Clay!batch (Benedict Cumberbatch, BBC Sherlock)                  It’s not finished yet, but this is how it looks at the moment. I used red clay, sweat and tears and it has taken me 2 months to make so far. I really hope you guys love it as much as I do c: 

Moaning Mona Lisa [m]

Genre: Smut/Fluff ⚠️ (Oral? Taehyung’s tongue? idk lmao)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 3297

Summary: Taehyung can’t finish his painting until his muse can relax…

A/N: This was the first thing I wrote for Tae on this blog djkfhsjghkdgh

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anonymous asked:

Hcs for prince Jimin with the rest of Bangtan as his suitors w/ end game Jikook. And Jungkook like hardcore fights for Jimin. BTW I love your hcs

+ Jimin sits on his throne while his mother stands in front of him giving another long speech. Jimin sits with his fingers laced in his hands.

+ Being thrown into marriage isn’t new among royalties and Jimin for the most part was ok with it. Jimin scans the six men that are kneeling at the end of the stairs.

+ At least Jimin suitors are all attractive and he knew them for the most part. Each person will bring a alliance that’s strong and will help him rule over his own kingdom.

+ Jungkook eyes drifted between the queen and Jimin constantly. Jungkook swallows as he looks over Jimin.

+ Jungkook has been in love with the Park Prince for what feels like forever. They met plenty of times at different royal parties and each time Jungkook heart yerns for Jimin, the gentle yet strict Prince who treats everyone equally with a smile.

+ Jungkook knew he would love to stand next to him forever and when word that the Queen was looking for suitors Jungkook jumped at the chance.

+ “I’m thankful for every kingdom to send their own suitors.” Jimin says after his mother request that he speaks “I wish you all will enjoy your time and even though you are competing for my hand, I wish you all have fun. Good luck and stay safe.” The crowd cheers as Jungkook smiles at Jimin.

+ That night was a ball to celebrate the games and the room was pack with commoners and royality alike. Jimin dance with everyone who asked, even children and elderly alike and Jungkook’s heart burst. He wanted to dance but the suitors weren’t allow.

+ The next morning Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Seokjin stood in the arena surrounded by spectators cheering. Jimin and his mother sat in a balcony as a male speaks and introduces the games.

+ “For our Prince’s hand, out first game is a game of mind!”

+ Servants brought out single tables and what look like a puzzle. Taehyung groans and Jungkook bites his lower lip at what seems to be 50 pieces. Yoongi curses under his breath.

+ “Start!”

+ Jungkook moves quickly as he can, finding the edges of the puzzle. Taehyung mumbles as he tries to force two pieces that don’t fit, Yoongi doesn’t seem to be in a hurry as he shifts through slowly, Hoseok keeps dropping pieces to the ground, Seokjin is calm as he puts pieces together, and Namjoon has already got a corner of the puzzle done.

+ Jungkook sweats as he sees how farther along Namjoon is compared to him. The crowd is quite as they wait. Namjoon ends up finishing the puzzle.

+ “A game of entertainment.”

+ Jungkook panics as Yoongi picks the panio and plays beautifully, gaining the victory.

+ “A game of laughter.”

+ Jungkook groans as Taehyung makes the whole crowd die in laughter and even makes Jimin wipe his eyes from laughing too hard.

+ “A game of comfort.”

+ Jungkook frowns when Seokjin effortlessly calms the fussy baby while Jungkook’s is still screaming his ear off.

+ “A game art.”

+ Jungkook jaw drops as Hoseok makes a effortless clay bust of Jimin.

+ Jungkook eats dinner in his own chambers and groans as he rubs his face in frustration. He hasn’t won one game! He has come close but never got It!

+ The next day was a scavenger hunt. They had a list of 10 items they needed to fine. Its so they can discover the lay out of the kingdom. They had until lunch to come back.

+ Jungkook was the first to take off running as the others fell behind. Jungkook was fast and he needed to keep the lead.

+ “Is there a suitor you fancy my Prince?” Jimin mother asks. Jimin smiles as he accepts a cup of water from his maid.

+ “I may fancy one.”

+ Jungkook was the first to come back with the ten items and Jimin claps for him softly.

+ After lunch was a battle with swords (wooden) and Jungkook easily took the win.

+ “After dinner, I shall talk with each of you.” Jimin says as he smiles softly. Jungkook swallows roughly.

+ After dinner Jimin first went to the wing holding Seokjin and Jungkook paces his room while rubbing his hands together nervously.

+ “It’s Jimin, may I come in?” Jungkook jumps at the knock. “Y-yes you may.” Jungkook responds.

+ Jimin walks in with a smile and Jungkook feels his heart sore. Jimin look so beautiful in his robes. “Thank you.” Jimin giggles and Jungkook blushes when he realizes he said that out loud.

+ Jimin talks and Jungkook trys to respond with out messing up. Jimin looks at him fondly and Jungkook blushes while smiling back.

+ The next everyone waits to hear who gets Jimin.

+ “Jeon Jungkook of the northern kingdom.” Jimin smiles looking at the suitors. Jungkook looks shocked “I accept your hand in marriage.”

+ Jungkook about runs and hugs Jimin as the crowd goes crazy.

+ “You loved me the most.” Jimin says when Jungkook ask why did he pick him. “And you’re cute.:

Obsessive - Part 24

Will Juice have the courage to tell all? What will he say to Clay and Jax?

(This will be multi parts so check back for my next installment. As always, if you want to be notified of my updates just let me know and I will message you when I post new chapters)

**Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.

Juice Ortiz x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine)


Juice stood, following after his President and VP, catching up to them as they passed the bar..
“I don’t think we should leave (Y/N) alone,” he spoke plainly, swallowing hard and trying not to seem guilty.

“She won’t be alone, Juice. I’m gonna leave one of the prospects outside for a while–”

“–No I mean…” Juice cut Clay off as they stepped outside into the parking lot but then hesitated when Clay and Jax stopped and looked at him, “… Look I just think there’s something more going on. Like maybe whoever this person is…they’re only leaving her alone because we are there,” he chose his words carefully, trying to keep the real reason under wraps.

“Everything’s fine, Juice,” Clay spoke, “(Y/N) said nothing weird has happened for a while and she feels safe enough to be alone again.”

“I just don’t believe it’s okay, Clay. I need to be there,” Juice urged.
Clay and Jax looked at each other and then back to Juice, “There’s gotta be a reason you feel that way…” Clay reasoned and Juice shook his head in protest, “N-no its nothing I just–”
“–Juice,” Jax interrupted, “I’ve known you for 5 years bro.”

Juice could feel his heart rate accelerate.

“What are you not telling us?” Clay interrogated him, his blue stare penetrating.
“Nothing,” Juice resisted, his apprehension was apparent, not only to Jax and Clay, but also to everyone standing around nearby watching the scene unfold.

“Look, man, (Y/N) is tough. She can take care of herself and like Clay said the prospects will still be outside–”
“–Yeah I know but that’s not enough Jax,” Juice interjected, sighing with frustration as he spoke.
“What is your problem, bro?” Jax was genuinely concerned now, if not for Juice then for his sister; he could tell something was wrong. 

Chibs and Tig were nearby and had begun walking up to see what was going on as Juice began to speak again. 

“I’m just telling you if anything happens to her I’ll feel like it’s my fault. I’ll feel like I should have been there to protect her. I need to be there to…to…” he trailed off, grimacing and rubbing his hand across his mohawk and down to the back of his neck as he looked down and kicked the concrete.

“What’s going on Juicey?” Clay questioned, “Why would she need you there?” His eyebrows furrowing as he stared at the younger man.

Juice didn’t speak in response, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he tried to find the words he needed.

“Me and (Y/N)…” he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.

Jax exchanged looks with Clay again and suddenly his concern was wiped clean and replaced with anger as he whipped his head back in Juice’s direction.

“Say it.” Jax’s snarl was fearsome.
Juice swallowed, “It’s not what you think Jax, I–”
“–You son of a bitch!”

Jax lunged at Juice, grabbing him by the collar of his kutte and pulling him up to his face. Chibs and Tig rushed in to separate them, prying Jax’s fingers off of Juice.
Clay walked a couple steps away, rubbing the back of his head, letting Juice’s words set in.

“Aye aye aye! Jackie! Back off brother!” Chibs pushed Jax back as Tig stood between them and Happy and Bobby jogged up to figure out what happened.  
“What the hell is going on?” Bobby asked glancing between an alarmed Juice and an enraged Jax.

Gemma, hearing screams from the parking lot, peeked out of her office door. Seeing the commotion, she ran out into the lot to calm her son and husband, reaching the huddle of men just in time to hear Jax’s answer to Bobby’s question.

“This piece of shit is the reason (Y/N) has been moping around the clubhouse for the last two weeks!” Jax spat, taking a few steps back and shaking his head, “I’m gonna kick your ass,” Jax’s calm anger was much more frightening.

“Jesus Christ!” Bobby hissed, glaring at Juice.

Clay and Tig turned back to Juice who was now breathing heavily, a panic in his eyes as he stared back at the President and Sergeant at Arms.

“What did you do.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. Juice gulped and took a deep breath, catching Happy’s knowing glare, before shaking his head as he looked back at Clay. It didn’t matter what he said, he deserved what was going to come next.

“Clay,” Juice began, his voice wavering with anxiety, “I’m sorry. I…I fucked up…” he trailed off again as Clay came at him with a raised fist. 
Tig, Clay’s only obstacle, didn’t stand in his way as he threw a punch that sent Juice to the ground with a thud.

“Clay!” Gemma shouted, stepping between her Old man and the younger biker.

“Get the FUCK off my lot!” Clay pointed over Gemma’s shoulder, bellowing at the younger man who was still laying on the concrete.

Juice stood feebly as blood poured from his nose. Clay had busted it pretty good.
“I’m sorry, Clay,” he begged, tears in his eyes. He stood unmoving as Clay walked away with Gemma and Tig, while Happy guided Jax to follow.

Chibs, Bobby and Juice were now the only men in the lot, save for a few crow eaters under the pavilion up by the clubhouse who were now whispering amongst themselves.

Juice turned to his brother, “Chibs, I–”
“–Ye need ta go,” Chibs urged him as Bobby shook his head in disgust, “Ye need ta get out o’ here for now.”

Chibs looked Juice up and down for a moment before shaking his head and turning to walk away, Bobby in tow.

Juice was left standing alone in the parking lot, bloody-faced, crying. He needed something. He needed you.

You heard voices outside, the Prospect and another voice, Juice’s voice.

“Great,” you groaned to yourself, thinking your father must’ve decided to keep a patch on you for a little while longer. You turned the TV up and tried to drown out the noises coming from the front door when you heard the key in the lock and rolled your eyes, not even looking up as he walked in and shut the door behind him.

“(Y/N),” he spoke softly, his voice hitching and a tone of anguish caused you to look up at him. Dried blood was smeared on his nose, his eyes were already turning purple with bruises and he was shaking. You let out an audible gasp, refraining from your urge to get a towel to clean his face off as you stood and walked over to him, forgetting that you hated him altogether for a moment. 

As you were opening your mouth to speak he answered the question before you could ask it. 
“Jax found out… and Clay,” he motioned to his nose, “then this happened,” he finished. 

You sighed, remembering that you were supposed to be mad at him you corrected your face back to stone cold and icy and pursed your lips. 

“Then why are you here.” you demanded, crossing your arms and glaring at him.

“For this,” he replied reaching out and holding the sides of your face as he pressed his lips against yours.

frecklesthecosplayer  asked:

Do you think Cas and some of the other angels had a crush on Jesus? Cuz I'd imagine if GOD's human son was around, and GOD told the angels "alright. I need you to love humanity, cuz they are my creation," and some angels just.... take it very literally w Jesus. Like, there's an angel making clay bust statues of Jesus' face on the DL to sell to other angels.

And then one day, Cas and Sam are researching about something and Jesus is mentioned in the texts. And Sam asks him “did Jesus actually look like that? Like, was he a real person?” Cuz he knows Cas would have been around back then. And Cas is like “oh he was very handsome and very real and most of the artists messed up with their interpretation of him. I actuall have a statue of him….. somewhere.” And Sam later tells Dean and

And all Dean focuses on is “did he save VERY handsome????” And that’s why he calls Castiel “devastatingly handsome” that one time cuz he’s like “ha! Bet you JESUS never called you handsome, huh Cas? RIGHT?????? Son of a bitch, FUCKING NOTICE ME CASTIEL!!!!” Cuz I think about it. A lot. Like, all the time. Dean is still jealous about Cas’ crush on Jesus

- Son of Pertwee -

I’ve sculpted Jon Pertwee dozens of times now and it is always a pleasure. 

I thought it was perhaps time to give his son Sean a try as he’s been an actor I’ve always enjoyed watching and fancied his face to be just as interesting to sculpt as his father’s as they share very similar but subtly different features.

More of a sketch this one.

Sculpted in Super Sculpey.


- Magda Leonides -

Gillian Anderson as the flamboyant stage actress as she’ll be seen in the big screen adaptation of Agatha Christie’s “Crooked House”

An intricate neckpiece which I think I didn’t really do justice but fun to make.
Anderson is still extremely difficult to get right but I feel I’m making headway, if you pardon the pun. 

Sculpted in Super and Regular Sculpey.