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I was just going to make a fun little sketch but 2 hours later I ended up with this.

How these things keep happening beats me, but here she is and I hope you enjoy.

(Some extra versions where I was playing around with stuff under the cut)

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“Fortunate Son” from Ao3 by @anna-droid
didn’t draw this from the actual fic but i enjoyed reading it

Single - Part 1

Summary: Dean tries to plan a camping trip for his son and the reader doesn’t make it easy for him.

Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,419

Dean never planned on braving this world as a single dad, hell he never planned on being single again. He married the love of his life nine years ago, only to discover that she was an adversary in disguise.

Once Dean’s home life became unstable, he knew it was inevitably heading down a rocky road. Leaving was a tough decision because of his son Drew but it turned out being the best thing for everyone.

So that’s how Dean ended up here, here being a charming ranch styled house in the middle of a Kansas suburb. Not a day goes by where he’s not thankful for having the strength to rebuild his life.

Although it definitely helps that Dean’s supportive parents and brother live close by. It helps that he grew up playing on the same dirt that his son is now. And it helps that his sporting goods store became wildly successful, allowing him to do what he loves.

“Alright, Drew. This is your last hurrah before school starts so make it count.” Dean plops down at the kitchen table with a pen and pad in hand.

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Eurydice, Eat Your Heart Out (Adrino Percy Jackson AU)

In the dark of Cabin 10, staring up at the roof of his bunk, Adrien could hear the distant plucking of a harp as waves lapped lazily against the shoreline.

All things considered, it wasn’t surprising that he was having trouble sleeping; less than twenty-four hours earlier his father’s limo was nearly destroyed by a rampaging Cyclops that the middle-aged fashion mogul dispatched with a quick flick of a sword he drew from seemingly nowhere. From there, it was somewhat of a blur of packing, private jet rides, and clandestine car trips to the sunny shores of Long Island, New York, a silver pen containing the only means of protection he had in case other monsters attacked.


He could still scarcely believe it. If someone had told him that he was the product of an affair between his mother and the Greco-Roman goddess of love and beauty a few days ago, he would have been dialing Gorilla’s number as quickly as he could while backing away from them. Now, surrounded by dozens of half-siblings he never knew existed, Adrien didn’t quite know what to make of his current situation. He still thought he was going to wake up, home in Paris, and the whole thing would have been just a fever dream brought on by bad cheese; the attack, the journey, the music-

Sitting up in bed, Adrien strained his ears over the snoring of his bunkmate to hear the almost aimless melody that meandered its way across the waves. It was a song that sounded so familiar; like the chorus to something he had heard on the radio years ago. It couldnt’ve been coming from far, judging by the way it cut through the sound of twenty-five teenagers’ beauty sleep, so, clutching his pen and carrying his sneakers, Adrien tip-toed towards the door as quietly as possible, stepping out into the warm Long Island night.

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Named After a Hero

The first thing Umino Iruka noticed about the young boy who interrupted his lecture on chakra theory was his pink hair. The next, his vibrant green eyes. Then, the fact that he was covered in dirt and mud. And finally, the large bruise covering a good half of the boy’s prominent forehead, his black eye, as well as several smaller bruises covering his arms and legs. He looked like a street ragamuffin. The boy didn’t seem too bothered by his injuries or appearance. In fact, he looked rather triumphant. Iruka glanced over the rest of the class. A few of his students seemed to stare at the lad with disdain and Iruka felt confused. This boy wasn’t the demon container, so why were some looking at him like that? The boy huffed and held out a small slip of paper to Iruka.

“You’re ‘ruka-sensei right?” He asked, voice lisping from a missing tooth. Iruka nodded.
“Yes, I’m Umino Iruka.” Iruka quickly scanned the note and was surprised to see the Hokage’s signature.
” ‘m supposed to join your class now, ‘cause that idiot Daikoku kicked me out.” Iruka blinked. Daikoku had kicked the boy from his class? Why? He asked the question aloud and the boy smirked. “ ‘pparently idiot-Daikoku didn’t like it when I answered every question he asked right, even when I didn’t pay attention. And that I beat up those punks who thought to make fun’ah me.” Well, Iruka thought, that explains the bruises.
“Very well. What’s your name?” The boy hesitated, looking to the staring children, before grinning widely.
"I’m Haruno Sakumo, and I’m gonna be hero, just like the White Fang!” And suddenly, Iruka understood why several of his students were glaring at the boy.
Sakumo had once been a very popular name in the Leaf Village. To be named after the White Fang was said to be a great honour. At least, it was until that fateful mission. Upon choosing to rescue his teammates instead of finish his mission, Hatake Sakumo had near-singlehandedly started the Third Shinobi World War. Very few interacted with the disgraced White Fang positively after his failure. In the end, upon taking his own life in shame, even his own son had turned on him.

It had been nearly a decade since someone bestowed their child the name Sakumo in the Leaf. The name had nearly been wiped from the directories. People legally changed theirs and their children’s names had they been named after him. No one wanted to be reminded of the horrors of war every time they called their child’s name. Shinobi especially didn’t want to be reminded.

The Haruno family was a small one. Kizashi and Mebuki had been the first shinobi in their families, and had fallen in love after being assigned to the same Genin Squad. They’d made Chunin in a field promotion at 13, in a fight with Rock Shinobi that cost them their teammate and sensei. The two frightened teenagers would have been next had it not been for the timely arrival of the Leaf’s White Fang. The two teens watched Hatake Sakumo tear easily through the Rock nin that had bested their sensei, a man they had thought to be super strong because he was a Jounin.

When the two had their first and only child, they had been pleased to find out it was a boy, and not a girl like the medic-nin had said their child would be. Oh sure, they would have been proud no matter what they had, but now they could properly thank the man who had saved their lives all those years ago. They could honour a great man, a hero, one of the best shinobi the Leaf Village had produced. Their son’s soft pink hair had been no deterrent, nor had their friend’s looks of disdain, nor had their medic-nin’s scoff and muttered words.

They named him Haruno Sakumo.

They named him after a hero.

anonymous asked:

Oh great Mel of Doy! How does one draw Cross as well as you do!

ok im gonna say some more bc originally i was gonna talk in the tags but it got super long so

(also this is general art stuff but i ended up going on a tangent pfpf) 

another pro tip: flip. your. drawings. if you use traditional, use a mirror.

it can make a massive difference - especially when it comes to the face. i used to not flip drawings - one example where it really shows is this errorlust comic i made a while back. just by looking at error’s face in the first three panels you can see it looking inconsistent and changing and generally looking very off. 

but in my more recent drawings i’ve gotten more consistent - which means i’ve improved. i’ve been able to tell when something looks off more just from the entire flipping thing. 

but back to the main subject: drawing one character - you go off the ref, and continue. i can show some of my incredibly old undertale art if you like - and i warn you, it is very poor compared to my current art. 

your first drawings of a character, if you’re an inexperienced artist, aren’t bound to look like you want them to. and when it came to drawing cross, i was leaving my comfort zone as i had avoided drawing him for so long because i told myself ‘i can’t find a ref’ and ‘his design is too complicated’. 

this sorta turned into general art stuff cuz its all v relevant. i dunno if u were lookin for genuine advice or just tellin me my art looks good (which i v much appreciate thank u so much) bUT HERE YOU GO ANYWAY


Bike rides is nature walks. It’s mulberry season again. Time for taking mental notes on the locations of all the fruitful trees and casually pedaling, picking, and exploring new nooks & crannies of the city while bouncing from tree to tree. The freezer is slowly fillings with bricks of frozen berries to cook into jam and can on a rainy day for the best french toasts. 

been listening to a lot of old toon and movie songs lately (what’s new)

might turn this into a print? if I have time? idk maybe after crazy weekend of PARTY TIMES WITH SISTER


I colored this before I colored @faline-art‘s Raripunk sketch, but Rarity turned out so nice that I had to post that one first. Besides, its quite a bit more visually interesting (color wise) then my silly little OC up here. Only thing in common is they both like wearing leather (jackets.), at least part of the time. 

Faline drew this out of nowhere. An honestly its something that brings me no shortage of joy when someone draws something on my behalf unsolicited (with the possible exception of any NSFW content, but I’ve yet to run into that). It shows good intentions and is proof of caring. I’m honestly having a hard time putting it into words. I just know it is something I’m not likely to forget, and of course I’m going to share it around and let people know who did such a thoughtful and generous thing.

The colors were taken from stuff that @atowncalledbedlam has drawn for me int he past, and it was a simple matter of putting them on the sketch. It’s where I found the technique to color the background easier that ended up coming in useful with the Raripunk color. I usually try to make the background match the eyes of some characters in some way, so it doesn’t clash with any other colors around the body. Decided to go with this light blue that turned out well.

As for this character… Well it’s hard to say. I’ve had OC’s that more represent me than actually are any sort of self insert. Trev horse here has this backstory in my head where he, by circumstance, ended up having to leave his home and his city and decides to kind of travel Equestria. Meets new friends, helps out where he can. 

I promise I thought of this before I ended up having to move due to circumstance as well.

A talent in music, he can sing well and carry a tune. Might improvise an instrument rather well. Is simply content to be on his travels and to meet what he hopes to be many friends.

Apologies for the unsolicited backstory there. Thought this was a good a time as ever to post it on here. Anyway, thank you for reading. I’ll leave you all to your wonderful evenings!

Pokemon First Kiss Headcanons


Ash and Misty’s first kiss was anything but serious, basically underage drinking happened and a very intense game of truth or dare. Most of their friends were around and also tipsy, and for some reason May, Dawn, and Iris got it into their heads that they should dare Ash to kiss Misty. The two comply, but in the most comical way possible, sucking on each others faces in the most unromantic way. This gets a lot of laughs from their audience and they say no more about it. A few weeks later Ash and Misty are swimming in the Cerulean City Gym’s pool and Ash casually brings up the occasion. Misty is mortified as she had little to no memory of that night due to her alcohol intake, so Ash teases her relentlessly about it, splashing water in her face and taunting her. Once Misty’s face was redder than a beet Ash asked her if he should remind her. This confused Misty since Ash was not in tune to romance or anything akin to it, before she could reply he gave her a proper first kiss, one that both of them would remember. They each tasted like chlorine and it was a little weird, but that didn’t mean they didn’t enjoy it, or do it again.


Drew recognized the fact that May was not the perceptive type when it came to love. He had been pretty damn obvious about it with the roses and everything so he decided to go for an even more direct approach. As had become their tradition over the years, whenever they met up while traveling they would go out for coffee or lunch (not dinner because Drew knew of May’s insane eating habits and did not want an empty wallet). One day while they’re both in the same town for a contest, after getting coffee Drew asks if she wants to take a walk around with him. May, bring May, accepts and is blissfully ignorant of his intentions. They’re walking through a park and out of nowhere Drew lifts her up off the ground, causing her to shriek, half out of surprise and half out of confusion. He then proceeds to press his lips against hers, May remains wide eyed and completely in shock. When he pulls away she demands to be let down, Drew smirks at her embarrassment and she orders him to never do that again. He agrees with mock sincerity and May storms off angry but sort of turned on. Needless to say he breaks his promise very quickly the next time they meet up.


In a moment of what Paul calls insanity, he sleeps with Dawn. It was a spur of the moment and heated decision, definitely would not be described as ‘making love’. They proceed to do it every so often, no strings or feelings attached to their midnight rendezvous. The only rule Dawn puts in place is that she doesn’t want him to kiss her on her lips as she finds the act to intimate for a noncommittal, purely physical relationship; Paul doesn’t really care and goes along with it. Everything was going fine until they started running into each other when they weren’t planning on having sex, in situations where they would actually have to converse with one another. Dawn soon finds herself attached, much to her dismay, and Paul now finds it awkward to sleep with someone he would consider a frequent acquaintance. Basically they both agree to call it off. They continue to run into each other, and during one of these times Dawn plucks the courage to talk to Paul about their former arrangement. He isn’t very communicative but Dawn persists, apologizing for the trouble it caused and making a sad attempt at explaining her reasoning. When she finally stops babbling the two look at each other and neither of them are sure who leans in first, but their lips slowly meet each other. Neither of them had a clue what they were doing so their lips didn’t move and their hands stayed by their side. When Paul pulled away Dawn hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes. This begins a very tentative and careful relationship between the two of them.


Cilan knew of Iris’s crush on him, and Iris knew he knew and was pissed he did nothing about it. Never addressed it in the years they’d been friends and she’d liked him, not once. It was actually quite infuriating. In Cilan’s defense when he’d noticed Iris’s crush on him she had been twelve and he fifteen, hardly appropriate ages to act on such matters. Now with her eighteen and him twenty one he had no real reason to not mention it. Over the years they’d become best friends, they weren’t sure how it happened, but after she’d become a gym leader they found themselves always meeting up at events and the like. They’d talk on the phone often and send photos to each other. Over that time period Cilan had grown to care for Iris as more than a friend. She’d noticed it and it annoyed her to no end that he wouldn’t do anything about it, he was supposed to be confidant and outgoing and elaborately ask her out, but it never happened. Deciding to take matters into her own hands and took a plane to Striaton City, marched into the gym, and searched for her target. Cilan saw her and began to smile before he saw the pissed off look on her face. Cilan started to protest he hadn’t done anything but Iris cut him off wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. When she pulled away she chastised him for being such a kid and not having to balls to ask her out himself. On the spot he grows a pair and asks her to dinner. She accepts triumphantly.


Serena was susceptible to crushes, it was just the way she was. It never defined her existence or purpose but there was always someone that would come around and cause her heart to beat fast and her cheeks to flush. So once she had moved on from her infatuation with Ash, she was slightly surprised to find herself crushless. This went on for years as she furthered her career as a Pokemon Performer, it was strange but nice to not worry about impressing someone all the time. When she’s fifteen she has a performance in Luminose City, and simply has to meet up with Bonnie and Clemont before she leaves since they hadn’t seen each other in person for a few years. When she arrives at the gym a familiar feeling pierces her chest when she sees Clemont working on what she suspected was another one of his inventions, completely covered in grease, with messy hair, and his glasses falling of his face. She shakes it off quickly and greets the two siblings. After a few hours of hanging around in the gym and goofing off her’s suspicions are true, she has broken her streak of not having crushes. She eventually has to leave but before she does she makes a spur of the moment choice to have confidence in herself act on her infatuation instead of being silent like she had on every other occasion. Serena delivers her goodbyes to Bonnie and before Clemont can get a word out, she kisses him quickly and asks him to call her more often. He’s embarrassed and so is she. Neither of them know where it will go, but they take it slow and eventually one kiss leads to many more. Bonnie is thrilled.


Both of them are around six. Ash is sick in bed with a cold so they both are left to their own devices and one short one playmate. Gary and Leaf decide to explore Professor Oak’s backyard, aka the best playground ever for children who love Pokemon. As usual they get into an argument and without Ash to mediate their squabbles it makes it harder for the two to agree on things. When they reach the mutual understanding that wading in the river would be much more exciting than climbing trees for the umpteenth time, they finally have a mission. When they reach the calm river, sit on the side, and dip their toes in the cool water they notice the water Pokemon swimming about. The two spot a pair of Luvdisks kissing, and Leaf remarks on how she doesn’t understand why mommies and daddies do that sort of thing. Gary agrees with the sentiment, calling it gross but asks if she’d try with him as an experiment. Being the son of a scientist, naturally he’d want to test it to see if a reason could be found out. Leaf shrugs, not really caring either way, so they kiss each other, holding it for about five seconds before breaking apart in confusion. Leaf still doesn’t understand why mommies and daddies kiss and Gary has come to no conclusion other than kissing is overrated. Ten years later, that is not the case.

We are taking to the sky pass the moon to the galaxy
As long as you are with me baby
Honestly, with the strength of our love
We can go nowhere but up