do you know how hard it was to color this


everybody lives AU | AKATSUKI
• setting — the Last

Akatsuki becomes a mercenary group for hire, as they did in Road to Ninja. 
This is more appropriately named the “everybody comes back to life and somehow things work out AU”… but as promised, 10 Akatsuki members in the timeline of The Last! Designing is fun (esp the village flak jackets) (・∀・)

See more extensive character/AU details below the cut!:

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anonymous asked:

I hope you don't mind me asking, you do your shadows so well and was wondering how you do them?! They set such an incredible dark mood, it makes your artwork instantly recognizable!! Thanks for your time <3

Im pretty shit at explaining things so i’ll use this for basic example. Firstly if you know how shadows work and stuff then it shouldnt be to hard. Otherwise go study that shit. 

So you got your flat colors down for the first step

Next lay down a dark tone set to multiply, idk about 70% i guess? up to you

Start adding some shadows set on another multiply, shadows can be however dark. 50-70%

The add your light source, i used color dodge in this one. Dont use super bright color or it will look like blinding light. (again if you know light/shadows shouldnt be to hard)

I add a touch more dark in the shadows for effect…or something like that. 

And there you have it, this maybe helpful lesson was brought to you by a potato, chur.

You know what the TF2 fandom needs more of?

More chubby Demoman.

Because I heard that he has a pudge.

S U P E R  S O F T  D E M O M A N

anonymous asked:

so i'm (afro) cuban but for whatever reason (melanin) people like to act like they dont believe me when i tell them this so the other day one of my coworkers told me he hates it when i say "pero like" and when i asked him why he said "bc you're not spanish you're just black" & i told him i was cuban and he laughed and said, "this is gonna be like when you told me you're gay, i don't believe either one" -__-

Like do people not know Cuba is in the caribbean and that the caribbean is filled with Black people? Like girlll. This is basic history. Cuba is fucking mixed as hell lmao And even without the knowledge of how people ended up in the caribbean, people have a hard time believing afro-latinx exist because of racism in the media which paints a picture that all Latinx look the same, and whitewashing/colorism which presents itself when spanish novelas only show European looking latinx people. It’s sad. Especially since afro-latinx have contributed so much to latinx culture. I listen to african music and I see where it made its mark on caribbean latinx music like Salsa, Merengue, Reggaeton etc. But people not giving Black people their proper credit, what else is new.

i get artists who feel sympathetic towards the crewniverse, but i mean… an artist (or more accurately, a writer), there is a HUGE difference between fanwork/casual work and what the crewniverse does.

they went to college. they work in a professional environment. theyre getting paid an actual salary for this. this isnt commission work or shitting around on tegaki or building a portfolio. this is a PROFESSIONAL JOB that they are being PAID FOR and they are not only putting in minimal effort, but it looks awful too. if this was someones freetime work or fucking deviantart account, i dont think anyone wold really care to criticize them. (at least, not like this.)

but these are people who paid money to go to college. they went through extensive training on shit like color theory, animation, character design, script writing, etc etc…

and theyre giving us garbage and getting mad when we point out that what they gave us was, in fact, garbage.

like, you guys DO know that this kind of criticism we’re doing is ENCOURAGED in college classes, right? this is how you LEARN, both the artist and criticizer. this is how its done. this is why film critics, book critics, shit like that EXIST. (among other reasons but i digress.)

im sorry if i seem rude, its just hard for me to pity a bunch of grown adults in their late 20s-30s whove been doing this for YEARS when they get upset that someone is criticizing them, and even more so when they DONT LISTEN.

these are adults. grown ass adults who dont need you to coddle them and hold their hands through their art process. grown ass adults who WORK in a PROFESSIONAL FIELD in a REAL BUSINESS thats not only very cutthroat, but not exactly lucrative or stable.

if they cant make the cut, and they refuse to take advice to try and better their work, theyre gonna fail. im sure we’ve all seen those dropping ratings?

its not rocket science, folks. the truth isnt always gonna be sugar-coated. its either suck it up or fall down and out.

Favorite Color? (Soulmate Au)

Originally posted by newtloveshisfantasticbeasts

Request: A soulmate Au where you see grey until you meet your soulmate.

The world had always been grey for (Y/n), and it would probably be grey for the rest of her life. You see (Y/n) was raised by a pure-blood family, and being a pure-blood came at a cost. They never meet their soulmate. Sure on occasions, if you were lucky, they’re betrothed was their soulmate but most of the time it never happened.

She was only 7 when she found out that most people could see in color. Which surprised her, considering her parents also only saw grey. That’s when (Y/n)’s parents explained about soulmates and how if she met hers then the world became colorful. Even then she still was okay with seeing grey for the rest of her  life.

That was until (Y/n) arrived in Illvermorny. Sure for awhile all the kids saw grey but by 5th year almost all of them could see in color. All except the pure-bloods. She tried to ignore the taunts of being called “Soulless.” or the taunts of “Hey pure-blood are you sure there’s even someone for you out there?” That’s when the hatred for grey bubbled inside her. 

It was that very blasted color that kept her from being normal. That one color. The bullying was extremely worse one day and that’s when she met the Goldsteins. 

“Hey Pure-blood you do know what color this is right?” A boy taunted waving a grey fabric in her face. No matter how hard she concentrated (Y/n) couldn’t tell, but she knew what happened if she got it wrong. Tears gathered in her eyes as she grew more and more frustrated. “Hey pure-blood I don’t hear an answer!”

“Leave her alone! She’s not bothering anyone” A voice cried out catching the group off guard. Another student, a girl, stood with her arms cross. She was a fairly tall girl with short wavy hair and a frown was on her face.

The boy huffed slightly. “Aw come on Queenie it’s just a little fun!” (Y/n) watched cautiously as the girl made her way over with a sweet smile on her face. It honestly scared (Y/n).

Queenie let out a giggle and replied,”Oh I’m sure it is, but do you want me to tell your soulmate about your other fun?” The boy’s face seemed to get paler and Queenie smirked. “That’s what I thought now run along.” Tina plopped down beside (Y/n) as the boy quickly made his get away. “Are you alright sweetie?”

(Y/n) shifted slightly and gave Queenie a thankful look. “Yea it’s pretty normal…” She mumbled fiddling with her hands.

Queenie huffed slightly shaking her head causing her curls to bounce in every direction. “Well it shouldn’t!” She turned to (Y/n) and smiled. “I’m Queenie Goldstein by the way.”

(Y/n) smiled slightly. “(Y/n) (L/n)… It’s nice to meet you…”

It seemed after that day (Y/n) no longer cared about colors. Cause when she met the Goldstein sisters she found out that not only pure-bloods got stuck seeing grey. That in fact sometimes other people met their soulmates later on in life. In fact, she had accepted that she might not meet her soulmate and decided that grey was her favorite color. That was until she met her soulmate.

(Y/n) had been slightly fidgety all day. Queenie was bringing her soulmate over to meet her along with his friend. She would have been glad for it, but this was not the week. You see (Y/n) and her parents had struck a deal a long time ago. She had 1 year to find her soul mate or else she would be married off. This was her last week to find him, but she knew that no matter what she couldn’t say no to Queenie.

So here she was in one of her nice dresses waiting for Queenie to show up. She glanced around making sure that her apartment was all set. Her great horned owl, Athena, was perched in her cage sleeping. All her papers were neatly organized on the coffee table in the living room. The flames in her fireplace were going steady and she glanced into the kitchen. the table was all set for everyone and the food was still cooking.

A small knock sounded on the door and (Y/n) was instantly at the door. “Queenie!” She exclaimed hugging the girl tightly. 

Queenie let out a laugh and pulled out of the hug. She grinned widely at the girl. “(Y/n)! It’s so good to see you!” She stepped inside and pulled a short man in with her. “(Y/n) meet Jacob my soulmate!” Queenie leaned in and whispered excitedly,”He’s also a no-maj so let’s try to keep this quiet.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened slightly at the word “No-maj” but kept her mouth shut. She and Queenie knew the consequence of being caught… But if Queenie was happy that was all that mattered. She smiled at Jacob and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you Jacob.”

He smiled slightly. “It’s nice to meet you as well  (Y/n). Queenie speaks fondly about you…”

(Y/n) smiled slightly at the thought. She suddenly remembered something and frowned. “Hey wasn’t there supposed someone else?”

Queenie giggled and replied,”He’s outside the door… He’s just a little shy” She took Jacob’s hand and sang, “Come on Newt. She won’t bite.”

(Y/n) watched as a tall man came into view. His curly hair covering his eyes as he stared at the ground. He was carrying a slightly beat up suitcase as well. “Hello I’m-.” The moment his eyes met hers a pain shot through her skull.

That’s when she saw it. At first she didn’t know how to describe it. It was the most beautiful color she had ever seen and almost immediately the name clicked. She was staring into his green eyes. That moment she decided at that very moment that green was her favorite color. His eyes were wide in shock.

“Newt? (Y/n)?” Jacob’s voice pulled the two back from their moment. ‘Are you two alright?”

(Y/n) let out a small laugh and turned to them again. Queenie instantly noticed the sparkle in her eyes. (Y/n) grinned and replied, “Yea Jacob perfectly fine.”

Newt stepped beside her and hesitantly took her hand. “I guess I should introduce you to my Soulmate,” Newt joked sending a flutter of butterflies through (Y/n).

Soulmate…. (Y/n) smiled softly at the word. I could love this….

HEY GUYS I’M BACK FROM THE DEAD! That’s right I’m back I have finally been inspired and it’s about time! Also any valentines day ideas would be awesome! Anyways this is my longest one I’m pretty sure so I hope you like it!s

star-anise  asked:

Can you pls write one of the SMH doing fiber arts?

Why yes I can! Have some Frog bonding.

“I’m sure they’ll let me back into Annie’s by now,” Nursey insisted to Chowder as he knocked on Dex’s door. “The sign incident was ages ago.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure,” Chowder said vaguely, distracted as he was by a text from Cait.

“It’s open,” Dex called.

Nursey opened the door and stuck his head into Dex’s room. “Hey, bro, you wanna go with me and C to…” He trailed off as he actually registered what he was seeing. “What are you doing?”

Dex was seated cross-legged on his bed, some kind of cloth in one hand and a threaded needle in the other, an open box filled with a rainbow of other threads next to him. He looked down at his lap and then back at Nursey like he was a moron. “Cross-stitch? What does it look like?”

Nursey came the rest of the way into the room so he could get a better look. “I wouldn’t know, man, my sister did ballet and my mom doesn’t do crafty shit.”

Chowder looked up from his phone and followed Nursey in, bouncing over to Dex’s side cheerfully. “How cool! What is it?”

“Uh, a fractal.”

“You can make fractals out of thread?!”

Dex cracked a smile. “Yeah, sure.” He handed the fabric on the hoopy thing over to Chowder, who ran a finger over the surface as he studied it intently.

Nursey pulled out Dex’s desk chair and sat down on it backwards, resting his chin on his folded arms. “Why do you do it?”

Dex shot him a suspicious glance. “Because it’s soothing and methodical and more portable than Legos.”

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whats up yall just letting u kno that every time someone points out whitewashing it doesnt mean every white person in the nearby vicinity needs to come point out that “a lot of inexperienced artist dont know how to draw poc skin” bc that is an incredibly dehumanizing and useless statement that defends the racism abundant in fandom spaces.

like! artist dont know how to draw poc skin and thats not bc of some gap in knowledge theyre unable to fill until they hit the age of twenty six when suddenly the ability to color brown skin is bestowed upon them in some sort of coming of age ceremony. (white) artists dont know how to color poc skin bc they never had to draw poc before. bc they are uninterested in dark skin characters. bc they find dark skin ugly and unappealing as a concept to draw. these are real societal structure that exist within art communities that dont need to be defended when someone mentions it.

like what are you trying to accomplish when you comment on a whitewashed picture with “they dont know any better”? do you personally know the artist even? bc we assume ignorance p fucking often when it comes time to critique the racist depictions of characters of color. why does the artist not knowing how to color skin excuse the whitewashing? why is the artist inability to color somehow relevant to the conversation at hand even? whether the whitewashing is intentional or not it is still deeply harmful and the repeated effort to “give artists the benefit of the doubt” stems from the coddling of white folks.

like! my skin is not hard to draw! my skin is no more laborious or difficult to color! yr absence of knowledge (many times purposeful lol) is not my fault!

anonymous asked:

Hello I have a bit of an odd request. Could you do RFA+minor trio reactions to finding out the MC is a bit different. Colorful hair, piercings, covered in tattoos. I'm alternative would love to see what your opinion is on the matter, thank you for your time dear.

Haha, it’s not odd! Hope you like them~


  • He thought cutesy was his type
  • Until he met you
  • The first thing he notices is your hair
  • You have silver hair with some blue streaks
  • He loves how daring and bold it is, and also lowkey likes that you kind of match his hair
  • He doesn’t mind the piercings on your ears…but he does tend to get squeamish with the other ones
  • “Did it hurt…alot?” 
  • He says he always wanted to get his ears pierced, but never did “because of his contract”
  • You know otherwise, and you’ll tease him sometimes
  • Absolutely adores your tattoos


  • He asks sooo many questions about your tattoos
  • He’s so curious as to the story behind them…and also if they hurt a lot
  • You have a nose piercing and a lip piercing
  • He likes the one on your nose, and thinks it makes your nose cuter
  • But for a long time, he’s terrified of kissing you
  • “What if I tear off your skin?” 
  • “Yoosung…how hard are you planning on kissing me?”
  • “….It could happen!”
  • You’ve had blue hair for awhile, but you also show him some pictures of some other colors you’ve tried
  • He dyes his hair blond often, so sometimes you two have one day where you do it together
  • At one point, you two decide to get a purple streak on the hair near the nape of your neck
  • He loves having a small reminder of you constantly


  • She’s kind of intimidated by you at first because of your appearance
  • But then she gets to know you
  • And you’re so supportive and sweet to her
  • She kind of views your appearance as a reflection of your boldness
  • You inspire her to dye her hair, but she goes a lot more natural
  • She DOES however get a small tattoo on her shoulder because of you
  • She goes into mom friend mode with your piercings though
  • It’s not that she hates them
  • But she’s so worried they’ll get infected
  • Constantly asks if you’re sanitizing it


  • To your surprise, he doesn’t mind the piercing
  • He actually gifts you with a small diamond nose ring
  • He assures you it’s not a real diamond but you’re suspicious
  • You mostly wear long sleeves or shirts that cover most of your tattoos
  • He likes it when they peek out from under your clothing
  • It sparks his curiosity
  • Your hair was a big issue for him though
  • With all the bright colors, he thought it was a little too bold of a statement
  • But he kind of warmed up to it when you let your hair grow out and it became colored only on the tips


  • He doesn’t mind your appearance at all
  • Because you dyed your hair so often, he would randomly dye streaks of your hair while you were sleeping
  • After awhile, you gave up and just let him
  • They looked kind of cool anyway
  • But, like Yoosung and Zen, he gets super squeamish with your piercings if they’re in odd places
  • It’s not because of how they look on you
  • It’s just because he remembers trying to get his ears pierced once…and it got so infected
  • Makes sure you keep them clean
  • He thinks your tattoos are really unique
  • But don’t ever leave a pen around if you’re arm is there
  • Absentmindedly, he’ll color them in or doodle onto them


  • Alternative buddies
  • He’s totally down for dying his hair crazy colors
  • Except yellow…please not yellow
  • He didn’t have any piercings because he thought they looked a bit weird
  • But he sees it on you and is so confused cuz it looks good
  • Always staring at them
  • “How are you pulling them off?”
  • He likes your tattoos, even though he hates his
  • When you find out, you take him to get another one on top of it
  • You’ll even get one super similar if not the same


  • You have pastel pink hair
  • He has mint hair
  • Voted most aesthetically pleasing couple
  • At first, he thinks you have…a lot of tattoos….
  • But after awhile, it grows on him and it becomes a beautiful part of you in his mind
  • He likes your piercings a lot
  • When he travels, he’ll aways come back with earrings or a nose ring from different countries


  • He’s constantly nagging you about everything
  • “Why do you have to dye your hair like that?”
  • “What is the need for piercing your skin with metal?”
  • “Why tattoos? It’s just scribbling all over your body.”
  • You usually ignore these comments knowing it’s just him being him
  • But then when you two are alone one time, he traces some of the lines on your arm
  • You know he muttered about them looking really cool and beautiful
  • But he swears he didn’t

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Beginner’s Mistakes (Tyler Seguin)

Anonymous said:

Can you do #44 with Tyler Seguin? Your imagines are the best btw❤️

#44: “You’re kidding me?!” - “Shush, my mom never taught me.”

Word count: 820

Originally posted by gfhockey

You and Tyler both simultaneously groan as the pickup truck Tyler’s driving shudders and rolls to a stop on the shoulder of the hot Texas street.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Tyler slams his hands on the steering wheel in frustration. You pull your phone out of your pocket and start looking up a number for a tow truck.

“It’s okay. We’ll just get a rental or something. We’ll make it all work.” You smile at Tyler and grab his hand, trying to get him to calm down as you talk to the tow company, telling them your location. Luckily, one of the trucks is just down the street, so it’s only about a five minute wait for help to arrive.

Tyler watches pathetically as his truck gets rigged up, shaking his head. You place a comforting hand on his shoulder as the two of you listen to the tow man.

“Say, are there any rental car places around here?” You ask. The tow man nods.

“There’s one about three blocks down. Should only be about a five minute walk.” Tyler groans again, looking down at his shoes.

“These are not walking shoes, babe.” The Stars had just finished a game (that they won, thank you very much), so Tyler was dressed in his nice shoes and a blue suit.

“We can get an Uber or something, Ty, it’s not the end of the world.” Tyler nods, running his hands through his wet hair. You frown slightly at your boyfriend’s ability to blow things out of proportion before opening up the Uber app on your phone and quickly summoning a car. You glance at Tyler, who’s frantically looking for his wallet.

“Um, babe?” He looks at you and grins weakly. “I forgot my wallet at home.” You sigh, pulling your own wallet out of your bag and pulling out some cash for the tow man.

“You’re lucky I’m always prepared.” You mutter, paying the bill. Tyler kisses your head as he watches for the Uber.

“You’re right, I am lucky.”

The employee at the rental car place looks through the computer, trying to find a rental that suits Tyler’s needs.

“I’m sorry Mr. Seguin, but the only vehicles we have in today are sticks. Is that okay?”

“That’s perfectly fine!” You chirp, Tyler shooting you an alarmed look.

“(Y/N)? Can I talk to you for a second?” You let Tyler tug you out of the employee’s hearing distance.

“What’s wrong?” You ask. “It’s just a stick shift. Everyone knows how to drive stick.” You watch as Tyler’s face falls, a grin spreading across your face. “You can’t drive a stick, can you?” You accuse.

“Shh, you don’t have to say it that loud.” Color spreads across Tyler’s face.

You’re kidding me?” You’re not quite sure how to react to this information. Your boyfriend prided himself on being a ‘manly’ man, driving a big pickup and doing other things that he declared as ‘manly.’ Of course, with him being a hockey player, it wasn’t too hard to convince you of the fact.

Shush, my parents never taught me.” You let out a laugh.

“Tyler, driving a stick’s, like, the manliest thing you can do.” You gasp. “I’m gonna have to revoke your man card.” You say seriously.

“Shut up!” Tyler hisses. You walk back to the counter.

“We’ll take it.” You tell the clerk, who nods and turns to find the keys.

“I hate you.” Tyler moans.

“No you don’t.” The clerk hands you the keys, which you take with a smile.

“Thank you!” You turn to Tyler and start heading to the door. “C’mon, Princess, today you’re gonna learn how to drive a stick shift.” You giggle as Tyler reluctantly trods behind you.

“Tyler!” You yell as Tyler shifts the gears the wrong way, causing the engine to rev and the truck to jump ahead. Tyler roughly slams on the brakes, looking down at the stick helplessly.

“How the hell do I put this thing in park?” He moans.

“Well, you made the car stall, so it’s not going anywhere.” You chide, reaching over. “Press down on the brake and the clutch.” You instruct, watching as Tyler does so. You quickly shift to park and turn the car off, sitting back in your seat.

“Can we switch?” Tyler asks. You wordlessly open the door and hop out, jogging to the driver’s side. Switching with Tyler, you adjust the seat and mirrors before starting the car. With Tyler watching jealously, you shift the car into first with ease and pull out of the parking lot.

“You did good, you just made beginner’s mistakes.” You tell him. Tyler watches as your hands and feet easily cooperate to drive the truck, no noises coming from the engine or jumping from the car itself.

“Is it wrong that your ability to drive a stick shift turns me on a little bit?”

Back Where I Belong - Chris Evans

request: Can you do an imagine where the reader and Chris are dating and she meets him at the airport after he’s been away filming for months?

people: Chris - Reader (You) 

warnings: FluFFY 

word count: 1000+

a/n: This is a request that someone asked so long ago, I’m so sorry I neglected your request, anonymous person! Thank you for this lovely idea, though, I’ve had this tucked away for so long.

“These seats are hurting my ass. God, now I know why airport seating is so fuckin’ painful, they want you to be motivated so you haul ass to get to the plane,”

I stopped to laugh at my joke, chuckling loudly enough to awaken the elderly lady next to me who was waiting for something she was not willing to talk about.

“Would you, for the millionth time, shut up! It’s three in the morning!” Across from me was this bitchy woman around my age, most likely a lot older. She had this weird orange hair, that I knew was dyed but she still had ginger-like looks to her face. She had the whole nine yards of freckles, ginger-tinted brows, and even wore green just to brighten her orange complexion.

“No! It’s three in the morning and I’m here because I’ve got someone to pick up that I’ve been waiting for. For four months!”

The Irish-wannabe looked at me and smirked, giggling to herself like I wasn’t ten feet away from her. “Who are you picking up? Your boyfriend you ordered off some sex website?”

Jesus, when will Flight 4301 land, dammit! I don’t have time for this!

Smiling sweetly, I got up and grabbed my bag along with my third cup of Starbuck’s black coffee. “Yes, you got me Lucky Charms, I ordered a sex companion. His name is Julio and we’re gonna get married in Vegas. Good day.”

Ginger-snap wasn’t fast enough to shut her wide opened trap that had fallen when I was quick to reply to her. Walking off I went to sit at another set of empty seats, hopefully not causing controversy with whoever lands up near me.

Chrispy Creme:  I land at BOS @ 4:45 baby! Sorry it’s so early :/ I love you xxx

It was two to forty-five and no signs of his flight were announced. Deciding to let it be, I plugged in my earphones and brought up my Itunes, clicking on a much-needed song right now, one that would ease the ache of Chris’s arm not being wrapped around my waist right now. It would numb my lips that could almost feel the pressure of lips on mine.

Humming along to the beat of Alicia Key’s ‘If I Ain’t Got You’ I closed my eyes that burned with lack of sleep. I hadn’t even slept all night because I got too excited about Chris finally coming back home. So I made myself an espresso and watched musicals that would make me stay awake because I could never sit through one without getting up and dancing to the beat of the melody or singing along with the cast. I was hitting my breaking point, though, my head throbbed, and my ass still ached, my eyes were burning with tears now, from sleep-induced stress. I felt my chin waiver as I silently prayed for Chris to just get here soon, I was waiting for him, Dodger was waiting for him. Then tonight there’d be a huge surprise party for him courtesy of Lisa, Carly, Shauna, and I. My fingers roughly rubbed my sunken eyes, I cannot fall asleep! No Sleep, no sleep, no sleep-

“Flights 4305, 4308, and 4301 have arrived. The gates are open for you to pick up your guest, thank you for choosing Boston’s Logan Airport. Have a nice day!” With that I grabbed my bag and abandoned my coffee, running to the sea of people who seem to have magically just appeared out of nowhere.

Now, I’m not the tallest bean in the stock so my only resort of finding Chris was jumping up and trying to get a glance of a NASA Cap, some blonde hair with ashes of brown in it, or those blue eyes that we’re quite hard not to miss.

After my twelfth jump with no such luck of a glimpse of him, I gave up on that plan and went with sour plan b. “Humph..Ugh! Fine, people. I’ll go to the back you asswipes.”

Leaving the crowd I went to the terminal area, watching the people pass by with their collected loved ones as I stared at them angrily, pissed that I wasn’t one of the lucky ones. I didn’t lose hope, though, I waited for a good twenty minutes before finally, I caught sight of a very familiar looking button down.

I don’t know whether it was the possible dangerous amount of coffee in me or just the adrenaline of seeing him again but I bolted down the hall.

“Chris!” I yelled just in time to have him catch me in his arms, wounding me tightly around his hips. I was a koala bear that refused to let go of him. The numbness of my subsided when he kissed me fervently, almost clawing at my hair with a desperation to be closer to me, than he already was. we already were.

Pulling back just enough to let himself whisper breathlessly to me, I couldn’t help but kiss away the tear that leaked from his glassy eyes. “You..have no idea…how long… I’ve waited for this.” Beaming with a smile that hurt my cheeks I laughed sneaked a kiss from him again.

“Oh love, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you… but… now that I have you back-”

“Oh I’m never fuckin’ leaving again, that’s for sure.” Both of us burst out laughing at Chris’s words.

I let my feet hit the ground and soon we became just another couple walking out of the terminal, smiling with each other’s arm wrapped around their waist. We looked so ordinary, so normal. No one asked Chris for a photo or even a question. They just smiled as we passed, on our way to my car in the parking lot.

I felt Chris let out a sigh of relief, feeling his fingers dig into my hip a bit, as we walked out of the airport. “It feels good to be back home…”

“It feels good to just have you here…” Chris smiled down at me when I softly answered back to him. 

I stole another glance at him again, just wanting to see that face once more. Letting it sink in that he was actually finally here. Finally in bed with me at night, eating my terrible made up foods, and listening to my awful karaoke. I let a few tears fall to the earth, not caring if my mascara made me a raccoon or not. 

All that mattered was he was here with me. His burly arm around my lower waist, cuddling into me like no time had placed since he’d last held me like this. 

“I can’t believe I went so long without seeing your face, Y/N. God, it hurt sometimes just to think of seeing you on skype at night because I couldn’t reach in and just grasp your hand,” His arm left my waist and he took my left hand into his right, interlocking our fingers. “Or just see your eyes in the real sunlight… I don’t know how you summoned the strength because I sure as hell was caving in on week three…” 

Giving only a smile, sincere smile, I kept his hand clasped with my own, holding his palm just a bit tighter to mine as I felt my throat tighten with a sob I refused to release. “Oh love,” I replied. Staring at his beautiful face while Chris looked at the sun rays starting to beam their light down on us, letting the skies lighten with a blue color so beautiful it lifted his spirits even higher. 

Just looking at his widening eyes, and dopey smile and felt a sob and chuckle come out at once. God, I’m in love with this man…How did I get through these months away from him? Lord knows it was spent sometimes with my face in a pillow or my body tucked under the sheets all day… all of it, though, I’d do again and again just to be able to hold that face…

How hard was it to be away from you, Chris? 

 Love, you have no idea.

Tell me your thoughts! I wrote this on a whim so constructive criticism is always welcomed haha! - R .xx 

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One and Only pt. 2

Prompt: You need a little bit of T.L.C. after being shot on a mission and that includes a new roommate. You have a massive crush on him and he’s clueless.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,071

Warnings: none? painkillers (i guess? not drug abuse though.)

A/N: some more fluffy stuff. still in love with bearded steve nice. let me know if you want to be tagged.

Tagged: @defendors @marvelfandom-stuff @cchrriissuuu @katexbishopx @all-around-geek @thorne93 @brittanymcsharry 

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Originally posted by amerlcachavez

It took some major convincing, and a bit of pulling of his limbs on Bucky’s part, but Steve agreed to leave the apartment and take a break. Bucky explained to all of you he planned to take him out to a bar and see some live music. It just didn’t feel right to see him walk out of the door. Even with Nat and Wanda, both of whom you considered to be your best friends, something felt like it was missing as soon as Steve walked out the door.

“Rogers just needs a lover.” Natasha said once you were all settled. She shrugged before she took a sip of her drink. The conversation somehow traveled to Steve. Why did it always travel to Steve? “Like, someone needs to just really…” She bit her lip and started laughing.

“Or the easier and less gross solution: he could, you know, get a hobby.” Wanda tilted her head, opening the bottle of nail polish.

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anonymous asked:

I love your art, especially the colors you use <3 that's something I always struggle with. If it's not a bother, do you have any advice on how to choose the right colors/colors that work well together and don't look bland?

thank you,  I used to struggle with it too, choosing colors is still hard for me tbh , I think you should study color theory first, the basic stuff is not that complicated (you know, complementary, analogous color palettes, value and stuff  and it really helps when choosing colors , look at these tutorials x, x

 I tend to choose analogous colors + a complementary color, and if I don’t add a complementary I put extra saturation at one color, 

and I tend to choose colors that aren’t that desaturated and to shade with a saturated color so it won’t look bland

also you should choose colors that you like, color is very subjective so what’s nice and what’s bad it’s really up to you, I don’t really like oversaturated colors if the piece doesn’t have a restricted palette, and I tend to choose a main color and work around that 

i hope you can understand this  !

Creepypasta #1101: The Thing In The Lake

Length: Long

It started when I was very young. I’d visit the pond in our cute little neighborhood often, just to toss rocks or watch the old men fish. Everyone knew everyone in that town. I was safe.

The pond was large, half in the open and half surrounded by heavy, ancient trees.

From five to nine years old I was not allowed in the side of the pond surrounded by thick trees. It wasn’t safe. But as I grew older, my parents grew more relaxed. They said I could go as long as it was light out.

So, at seven in the morning on a Tuesday, I set off in a pair of thick rain boots and my least pretty clothing, ready to adventure. I waved to the old men as I passed, and they smiled in that way old men do. Like they shared a secret almost.

Finally I stepped into the trees. It was instantly much darker. The trees were so dense they blocked a lot of the sun. It was also damp, my feet sinking into thick mud as I trudged forwards determinedly.

It was slower, moving through those trees, than I expected. There were obstacles and the mud was a thick paste that only seemed to thicken further as I churned it with my little legs. It was nearly knee deep at times. But I was ecstatic. A real adventure.

Sure, my mom was likely to rip her hair out when she saw the state of my clothes, but that was fine. I was in the midst of a growth spurt anyway, and soon they’d be too small to fit my growing frame.

I finally reached the center, or at least what seemed to be that.

There was a hard, somewhat dry log around the coast of the pond and I sat there, peering out into the murky water. The side with no trees often had ducks or turtles swimming in it. This side lacked any sign of life. It was eerie and dead, and for the first time I found myself growing uncomfortable with the odd, tense silence that hung over the water.

I hadn’t noticed it before, with as much racket as I was making.

I looked out into the center of the pond, where a large, long dead tree had somehow managed to grow out of the water. It was the only tree off shore, and it seemed to have a little hollow opening just as it met the water.


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anonymous asked:

YOUR ART IS SO AMAZING I am in love with your style and how well your colours work together? And your lines are so soft and beautiful ahhhhhhhhhhhh <3 <3 <3 if you're willing to do ships at all could I ask for a sugakookie? Anything you like xxx thank you so much for all your hard work!

I imagine Suga’s wallet being sad and empty after spoiling the kid

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Hey I'm the praise+restraint kink anon😅 well alex has the praise kink and is restrained

It’s the middle of the night and Alex can’t sleep.

She tosses and she turns and she sighs and she bites her lip and she tries to run through the astrophysics equations that used to soothe her to sleep in college, but nothing’s working, nothing’s working, nothing’s working, because Maggie’s sleeping, but all she wants… all she wants is Maggie. Her hand starts to skate down her stomach and under her pajama pants, and she whines slightly before she can stop herself.

“Alright there, Danvers?” Maggie rasps sleepily, and Alex jumps slightly.

“I’m so sorry, did I wake you? I didn’t – “

But Maggie is rearing up on her elbow and squinting into the darkness at Alex’s face, and a slow smile is growing on her lips as her eyes rake down Alex’s needy body.

“Something you want, Danvers?”

Alex’s breath hitches and she licks her lips and she stares wide eyed as Maggie’s body wakes fully, as she documents every piece of Alex’s desire just by looking at her, just by reading her like her favorite book.

And Alex hasn’t the faintest idea how, but Maggie reads her perfectly.

“You wanna be a good girl and strip for me? Not that I don’t love your pajamas, I do, but um… I wanna touch what’s underneath them.”

Alex gasps softly and does as she’s asked, lifting her hips so she can drag her pajama pants and thong down off her ankles, sitting up slightly so she can drag Maggie’s henley over her head.

Maggie growls deep in her throat, and Alex’s hips roll of their own accord.

“You are so beautiful, Ally.”

“Maggie, I – “

“I know. I’m gonna give you everything you want, okay?”

Alex nods desperately, her hips continuing to roll into the air, because she needs Maggie, needs her, needs her.

“Get on your stomach,” Maggie asks, and Alex complies eagerly, willingly, desperately.

Maggie kisses the back of her neck tenderly, softly, lovingly.

“Color, sweetie?”

“Green, Mags, green.”

Maggie grins and shucks off her own shirt, her own underwear, carelessly tossing them to the side. Her focus isn’t on herself. It’s on the gorgeous woman laying underneath her.

She kisses every inch of her bare back, every freckle and every birth mark, every scar and every stretch mark, until Alex is breathless just from her tender kisses, until Alex is whining and desperate and wrecked just from Maggie’s worshiping.

“Something more you want, Al?” Her voice is husky and Alex whines and grinds her hips down into the bed at the sound of it.

“You,” she begs, and Maggie smiles.

“Good girl, Alex, I love when you tell me what you want. You wanna do a great job for me and tell me exactly what you want me to do to you?”

Alex loses her breath but Maggie paints kisses across her shoulders, runs gentle hands up and down her sides, and Alex pants her answer out. “Tie me down and do what you want with me.”

Maggie tosses her head back and groans and she knows Alex is smiling from the effect her words are having.

“How do you ask, gorgeous girl?”

Alex whines and grinds her hips down hard into the bed.

 “Please, Maggie. Please?”

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

She leans over to their nightstand and pulls a pair of cuffs out of the drawer, and Alex whimpers as Maggie pauses with them just above Alex’s hands, which are sprawled out above her head.

“Color?” she rasps.

“Green, green, please, please.”

The cuff snap closed and Maggie checks meticulously to make sure they’re not too tight, kissing above and below Alex’s wrists before shifting back down her body to continue her ministrations.

“What I want with you, huh?” she asks, and Alex whimpers again.

She runs a finger down Alex’s inner thigh, and Alex barely contains a scream.

“Oh, be a good girl and let me know how you’re feeling. Don’t hold back, baby, I love your voice, I love when you scream for me.”

She accompanies her words with slipping her hand underneath Alex’s body, soaking herself in Alex’s clit, and Alex lets go for her.

Maggie groans under Alex’s unrestrained scream.

“Good girl, darling, you sound so fucking amazing. Do you want me to come inside you baby?”

“Whatever you want.” Alex’s voice is wrecked and Maggie loves it, but she’s not ready to give in, not yet.

“Be my best girl and tell me what you want.”

Alex screams at that, slams her hands down into Maggie’s palm at that.

“My clit,” Alex gasps. “Pressure, you, I need…”

Maggie grins and nods and complies. “Good girl, Ally, you’re perfect. I love when you tell me what you need, babe, it’s so sexy. You’re so sexy, you’re so fucking perfect for me.”

Alex moans and tugs at her cuffs and Maggie stops immediately.

“You okay, babe?”

“Yeah, yeah, god, Maggie, don’t stop, please.”

Maggie obeys, grinding her palm up into Alex’s clit as Alex slams her hips down, down, harder, faster, soaking Maggie’s hand with how turned on she is, dripping all over for her and making Maggie nearly lose control.

She stops, stops, stops, because she needs to breathe, because she’s so turned on by this woman, this woman naked and on her stomach and cuffed and writhing and begging underneath her.

“Mags, you’re not gonna hurt me,” Alex reassures her, but Maggie remains frozen.

“I love when you’re this turned on, babe. We can stop, we can always stop, if you want, of course, but Maggie, you don’t… you don’t have to be scared. I want you. I want you to be able to let go. I want you to do what you want to me. Please, Mags. If you want.”

Maggie does want. She wants so badly that she can barely rasp out the words she has planned for Alex next.

“God, babe, you are so fucking wet me for me, do you have any idea how hot you are?”

“Fuck, Ally, that’s right, be a good girl and rock your ass back for me, just like that, good girl, good girl.”

“I love when you scream my name like that, Danvers, I love knowing you’re mine.”

“Wanna be my best girl, my only girl, and cum for, Ally?”

And she does, she does, she does, screaming and writhing and begging and cursing and pleading, but the words that surprise them both aren’t the filthy strings of curses or the screaming of Maggie’s name while she rocks through her orgasm.

The words that surprise them both are the words she says as Maggie unlocks her cuffs and kisses her wrists tenderly, gently, lovingly.

“I wanna be yours like this forever, Maggie Sawyer.”

“Well then you will be, Danvers. You will be.”

Back to Narnia

(An Edmund/Pevensie Imagine) by @edmundsfreckles

Hearing that your lovely boyfriend Edmund got into a fight at the train station, you rushed over there from the across the street to see if he was alright, like a good girlfriend would do. 

Almost out of breath, you turned the corner, seeing the Pevensie’s looking a bit grumpy, especially Ed, but once he saw you, his face expressions completely softened. 

“You worried me sick, are you alright?” you asked. He definetly heard the concern in your voice.“Yes, I’m absolutely fine Y/N, I’m so sorry I worried you. Your pretty little mind shouldn’t have to be worrying about stupid little me.” he cooed to you as you sat sideways on his lap. 

“Well, I’m glad your okay,” you told him, positioning your head in the crook of his neck. “I love you.” you whispered. “I love you too, Y/N.” 

Waiting for the train, you played with Edmund’s scarf, your fingertips glided across the rough colored fabric. As you were doing so, he just stared at you as if you were a precious gem. “You’ll never know how much you mean to me, Y/N” he confessed, blushing hard. You felt your heart beat faster as those words came out of his mouth, and the corners of your mouth curled. 

Turning to face him, you stared into each other’s eyes. Both of your eyes scrambled across each other’s faces. You were admiring Ed’s features. His jawline, and cute button nose. His freckles the stars, and his skin the sky. Leaning in, and closing your eyes, you heard Lucy yell. 

“Ow! Something pinched me!” both of you being concerned, you didn’t get to have that kiss. 

“Quiet Lu,” Susan tried to hush her.

“Stop pulling!” Peter snapped.  “I’m not touching you!” Edmund barked. 

“Would you all just… what is that?”

“It feels like magic!” Lucy and I said in unison. 

“Everybody hold hands…” Susan instructed.

“I’m not holding your hand!” Edmund whined to Peter and Susan.


The next thing you knew, the station was falling apart. The ceiling was caving in, and the sides were going into the tunnel. “Susan, are you crazy? We should be getting out of here!” You practically screamed. “No I’m not crazy, just wait.” she insisted. 

Looking across the station, the train went by quickly. Feeling the breeze the motion created, you could see a picture, switching between the tiles and the train windows. 

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” You questioned, the Pevensie’s didn’t answer. 

The train went faster and faster, and soon enough that image turned clear. It was a beach. The station tunnel turned into an arched cave. You all let go of each other’s hands, and came out from the darkness into the light.

In front of you, was the beach. The water, blue as Peter, Susan, and Lucy’s eyes. Waves were crashing into your ears, telling you to get a feel. 

You all then ran towards the water, leaving trails of clothes behind. The sand’s heat was an amazing pain, that soon went away as your feet got wet. 

“Shame you’re not as quick as me, Ed!” Peter teased as he was running from Edmund. 

“Last one in’s a rotten egg!” Lucy laughed. 

You all splashed in the water, you didn’t mind that you were getting wet in your clothes. The moment felt amazing, everyone was happy. The weather was great. The scenery was beautiful. Edmund was fussing with Peter, but then quickly turned to you. “Come ‘ere!” he chuckled, pulling you into a hug, then flipping you upside down. 

“Edmund!” you gasped with giggles. “Put me down!” you cried. “Never!” he yelled. His siblings all laughed at you as you were trying to get out go his surprising, strong grip. “Alright, here you go.” and Edmund dumped you into the cold water. 

Now your whole body was in the water, but you opened your eyes and it felt so amazing. Being in beach water was one of the best feelings out there.

The sand was so soft beneath your feet, and the blue water glowing above you from the reflection off the sun light, your hair slowly spinning around your head with the water dancing with it. You even got some water in your mouth, tasting the salt, which truly wasn’t that bad. You could barely hear the Pevensie’s under the water, wanting to join back with them, you slowly came back up, seeing Edmund laughing at you.

 “You’re so dead.” I taunted. Splashing water onto Edmund, you pushed him down getting him wet. “Ha!” you laughed.