This is rather chaotic as I’ve put it together real quick and I’ve plenty favorites - I might add more as I remember or as I go through my reading (some are finished, some are on-going). For now though …
Six-year-old William Fraser theatrically slammed
Lallybroch’s old, heavy front door, rattling the blue vases carefully arranged
on the window ledge. For the past year he had delighted in trekking the
half-mile gravel track connecting the Big House to the main road, emptying the
giant mailbox, and bearing all the letters and packages and magazines for the
four Frasers (not including Murtagh and Suzette, who had their own cabin and
mailbox) and eight Murrays who lived cozily in the four-story house that
great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandpa James Fraser had constructed
himself more than two hundred years before.
Cousins Ian and Kitty scampered in from the parlor, where
cousin Michael kept pounding away at an old song – something about boats in the
sky – on the worn piano.
“Anything for us?”
William staggered under the weight of the mail. “Don’t
know – let’s go into the dining room to find out.”
Ian and Kitty raced ahead, clearing one end of the long
mahogany table – crafted (they were told) by great-great-great-grandfather
Simon Fraser right after the War Between The States – and watched William spill
dozens of envelopes onto the polished surface.
“Will?” There was Brianna – aged seventeen – rubbing a
crick on the back of her neck. William knew Mama and Da were a bit worried for
her these days – she spent *so* much time studying for that SAT test, so that
she could get into a good college…
“Yes! Highlights!” Ian exclaimed, grabbing the
brightly-colored magazine and dashing toward the sitting room, heedless of the
envelopes that showered to the ground.
Kitty sighed as she bent to clean up Ian’s mess. William
squinted at the pile. “Hi Bree – you got some more college envelopes and
“Oh cool – do you know from where?”
Now she joined them at the table, but not before pulling
her brother – much younger, and so beloved – close for a quick hug.
She felt him shrug against her. “I don’t know. It all
looks the same.”
Footsteps echoed in the hallway from the study.
“William! Did you get the mail again?” Da breezed in,
pencil over his ear, hair all mussed – evidence of deep thinking.
Brianna pulled away from her brother to tear into her
pile of envelopes.
“I did!” William exclaimed, smiling as his father ruffled
his dark curls.
“Thanks, buddy – you know how much we all appreciate it.
Anything for me?”
“Bree got some more college stuff. Doesn’t look like
anything fun for you.”
Kitty finally found what she had been looking for – the
new kit of paper dolls in 18th-century clothing – and quietly
retreated upstairs to share with her sisters.
Jamie pulled out a chair to sit while sifting through the
pile, then pulled out another one for Brianna, already engrossed in her mail.
“What did you get today, love?” he asked gently.
“Some more course catalogues…informational packets…and a
magazine,” she replied absently. “More stuff to read.”
“From where?” Ah – there it was, last month’s feed bill
for the horses and sheep. A quick glance to William – now busy sorting mail by
the recipient’s name – before returning his attention to his daughter. His
“Virginia Tech…MIT…Georgia Tech…Duke…”
Jamie lay a gentle hand on Brianna’s forearm – and her
eyes snapped up to meet his. His own eyes looked back at him – and not for the
first time, he was amazed at how much of himself he saw in her.
“You know you’ll get into everywhere you apply, right?
You’re smart, and you work hard, and you’ll be successful.”
She pursed her lips – eyes wide – and nodded.
“Just enjoy this time. It’s so exciting – you’ll have so
many choices in your life, and you’ll do so many great things with that mind of
yours. Don’t let any of this intimidate you.”
“I know, Da.” Her voice was quiet – hesitant. But
confident. “If you and Mama keep telling me, that must make it true.”
Then she blessed him with a smile – and his heart melted
as much as it had that first time she had smiled at him when she was just a few
A daughter nearly grown – where had all the time gone?
The side door slammed – which only meant one thing –
“Mama!” William raced toward the kitchen, abandoning his
“Hello, love! *Ciamar a tha thu?*” Jamie and Brianna
shared a smile as Claire’s voice echoed through the house.
Jamie shook his head. “She’ll always have that accent
when she speaks the Gaidhlig. Unlike you, and me, and Will, and the rest of our
family – she didn’t grow up speaking it. And it’s so hard for your mouth to
learn new sounds without it sounding terrible.”
William’s muffled exclamations to his mother in the
Gaidhlig grew louder.
“I’m just grateful we can speak it, Da.” Brianna tidied
her magazines into a neat pile on the table. “It’s like our secret language.
And I know it’ll make me stand out on my college applications!”
He shook his head incredulously – clever girl. And then –
“Hello loves!” There she was, William hoisted on her hip
like a wee monkey, smiling broadly at her redheads.
“Hi Mama! Look what came today!”
Dr. Claire Fraser strode around the table and settled
into the chair Jamie pulled out for her – easing William onto her lap and
bending for a quick kiss from her husband.
Brianna pushed the magazine from Duke toward her mother.
“This one looks really cool – they have a great engineering program, but there
are so many other things to study, too.”
“Raleigh – not too far. And yes it’s a fantastic school.”
William settled against her shoulder – just enjoying
being held by his mother – and Jamie opened the magazine on the tabletop,
flanked by his women.
“Let’s see…table of contents…alumni in the news…recent
publications by professors…here’s a new building going up…”
Absently he thumbed through the pages one by one –
And then Claire’s hand darted out, slamming to the table.
William – startled out of his hazy half-sleep – gasped in
Brianna watched her mother’s hand lay flat on the page,
then slowly draw her fingers inward to clench into a fist.
“Mama?” So confused.
Then Claire gently scooted William to Jamie’s lap, stood,
and quietly left the dining room.
“Mama!” Brianna called. “What’s wrong? What is going on?”
Panicked, she turned to her father. To see his face
almost white with shock.
“Da? You’re scaring me – what is it?”
Only then did she turn her attention to the page. A small
article, just a few paragraphs, in the “Alumni News” section. Something about a
substantial donation to the school, to endow a program in the history
department. Made by someone in California. Frank Randall, class of ’62. And
there was even a picture of him – looking straight into the camera, not
smiling, ensconced in a stuffy office.
Jamie pursed his lips. “Can you mind William? I need to
talk to your Mama. Wait here.”
Wordlessly she opened her arms, and William snuggled
against her, and she watched her father stride out of the dining room. Heading
upstairs, to the master bedroom.
With her free hand she pulled the magazine closer,
squinting at the photograph of this man who ran a real estate business in
northern California. Had amassed a fortune, and given much of it to the school.
Something about having no children of his own, and wanting others to benefit
from his labors.
Gently she stroked William’s back, soothing.
Waiting, and thinking, and worrying, until Mama and Da
came back into the room, holding hands.
hello, loves! i’ve had this idea in my head for a little while now, and i’ve finally been able to put the words to the page! i’m really happy with how this turned out, so i hope you enjoy! please let me know what you think!
huge thank you to the lovely @takemeawaytocamelot for being the best motivator and cheerleader ever, as well as my other tss ladies who are always the most supportive bunch. 🤗
IMPORTANT: THIS IS STRICTLY A ONE-SHOT. NO MORE PARTS WILL BE WRITTEN.
-the eldest bairn, kait xxx
“Did you really think that I would swallow this… fairytale? Do you think I’m still five years old?”
“It’s not a fairytale, Bree.”
The door shut behind her with a sharp bang! that echoed throughout the house, reverberating off of the walls and causing the vanity to shake. Unperturbed with the state of the mirror or the trinkets that surrounded it, she stomped over to the bed and unceremoniously plopped down on it, grasping the hairbrush and angrily running it through her hair.
All of her life, she thought that she was someone else–countless times she had helped her father, spending hours upon hours looking through their genealogy chart in an attempt to trace their ancestry throughout Europe. He had played along, telling her about his grandparents and great-grandparents, all the way to the eldest ancestor that they knew of: a Captain of Dragoons, stationed in Scotland with a pristine record and high regards from the Crown for his service. Frank had always talked so highly of him, but whenever his name was mentioned, her mother would leave the room.
She realized that her mother never truly told her much about her own heritage, just about Uncle Lamb and her parents, but besides that…
I suppose she wanted to keep that under wraps, too, she thought, brushing the other side of her head.
A moment passed before she fully paused, looking down at the curling waves of her auburn hair. Her father didn’t have red hair–granted, neither did her mother. She remembered asking him once where her red hair came from, and he had just replied, “One of your relatives.”
One of my relatives. My father…?
She set the brush down on the bed, running her fingers through the soft strands. As much as she didn’t know right now, one thing was certain: Frank Randall was not her biological father, this Jamie Fraser–whoever he might be–is. However, that was the only straw she could grasp from the bunch that her mother gave her; she had lost Brianna as soon as she said Culloden.
How could one believe such a tale? Her father apparently did–the other one.
So many emotions were coursing through her veins, but the one of highest supply was frustration and anger. She felt betrayed by her mother, of whom she felt had lied to her all of her life, making her believe that Frank Randall was her biological father. And after a moment, anger seemed to triumph over all other emotions, and she flung herself off of the bed, pulling a bag off of the floor and stuffing as much into it as humanly possible. She needed to get out of there. Now.
After realizing that not everything was going to fit if she kept shoving everything into the small opening of the rucksack, she instead started emptying the contents onto the floor. She shook the bag harshly, taking her anger out on the innocent fabric pack, before she heard something plop unceremoniously onto the floor. At first, she didn’t recognize it, but after a moment’s pause, her racing pulse leveled.
It was a small, leather-bound notebook, no more than 5 inches in width, 6 in height. The book was about 100 pages thick, covered in both her mother’s and her own scrawled hand across the pages, alternating between different colors of ink.
A fairy-tale told to her by her mother in her youth.
A five-year-old Brianna Randall sits upright in bed, excitedly gripping the edges of her quilt as she waits for her mother to return home. At this point, they had their schedule down to a science: Claire would walk in the door, go straight to the eagerly-awaiting Brianna, and she would recount to her daughter the adventures told the night before.
Tonight, however, was different. Daddy had come home from the University with a beautiful leather-bound, handheld notebook. “Fill it with whatever your heart desires, little beauty,” he had said, and she took it to heart. She would fill it up, cover to cover, with her favorite story of all time.
Her heart began to race in excitement as she heard her mother’s voice coming from downstairs, the beats getting more frantic as she heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. When the door finally opened and the bright blue scrubs came into view, she jumped up and down in her bed.
“Mama, guess what I got from Daddy today!” She squealed, thrusting the notebook at her mother in excitement.
“Oh, Bree, how lovely!” She examined the book delicately before handing it back to her daughter. “What will you write in it?”
Bree giggled, “Silly Mama, our story!”
Instead of replying right away, she swallowed hard, turning herself away from her daughter and towards the window. Confused, Brianna ignored this strange behavior and went to her desk, pulling out a pen and holding it out to her mother. “Write, Mama?”
She cleared her throat once before turning back around, a smile forming on her lips. “Of course, love. Now, where did we leave off?”
“No, we have to start over!”
Smiling, Claire took the pen from her daughter’s tiny hand and balanced the book on her knee, starting to write. While she wrote, she had Bree read the words out loud to her.
Once upon a time, in a far away land, there lived a King and his fair Queen. The pair loved each other very much, and to prove that their love was eternal, the King took his wife away from the business of castle life to a remote village in the mountains.
While there, they visited their subjects and attended to their duties, as Kings and Queens do, but one day, the Queen was separated from her King and fell through a portal to another world. Frightened and alone, the Queen ran for miles and miles to find her King, but couldn’t find her way back. Getting lost in the ever-thickening wood as she ran, she encountered the most fearsome dragon in all of the Worlds. Fortunately, however, she was rescued by a knight in shining silver armor and taken away to safety.
On the way to the castle, the Queen’s escort introduced himself as Sir James the Red, Knight of Lallybroch. The Queen introduced herself only as Christine, in fear that someone would recognize her.
For many months the Queen took refuge in the new castle, Leoch, becoming a guest of it’s King and making many friends among the subjects. One day, after a great Gathering was held, the Grand Duke requested she be present on a hunt, to which she agreed. While on the hunt, she became very close to Sir James, who promised to protect her from anything and everything she could encounter on the journey.
And as Sir James predicted, Christine came face-to-face with the monstrous dragon once more. With his fiery breath, he burned her repeatedly. But ever so true to his word, her Knight came to save her and, in order to protect her, offered his hand to her, which she accepted. The two of them became extremely close while continuing the hunt. She missed her King dearly, but was starting to accept her life with her red Knight in shining armor.
Eventually, the Knight found out about her travels through time, and offered to take her back home. They traveled on horseback for days while the Queen figured out what her heart truly wanted. Her duty was to her King, but how could she leave her Knight, a man that she had grown to love more than life itself?
It all came down to a single choice. Sir James took her to the portal, where she had to make her final decision. Who did she want to be: Christine the Queen, or Christine, the Knight’s wife?
In the end, she chose Sir James. The pair went back to his home, to begin their happily ever after. That is, until the creature returned, this time to take him for retribution, and it was up to Lady Christine to be her Knight’s savior.
With the help of Sir James’ fellow knights, and a few cows, Lady Christine was able to save her knight in shining–
“Mama,” Bree, now an inquisitive eight-year-old, interrupted, looking at her mother in confusion. “What did the cows do?”
Claire laughed, caught off-guard by her question. “Well, Sir Marcus decided that it would be the easiest way to get Sir James out of the dragon’s keep, without drawing too much attention.”
Bree’s eyebrows creased together and her lips pursed outward. “But… wouldn’t a large group of cows draw attention to them, anyway?”
“Do you want me to continue or not?”
She nodded eagerly, leaning away from the headboard.
Lady Christine was able to save her knight in shining armor, and together they traveled away to a distant land full of delectable foods, beautiful dresses, large parties, and lots of intrigue. But Sir James’ experiences with the monster left him scarred, emotionally and physically. She tried her best to help him, but nothing she did soothed his suffering. Eventually, their marriage began to crumble, and she feared she would lose her husband.
One night, she talked to him about it. He told her all of his heart, as one should in a marriage, and the patches seemed to be healed. However, when the evil creature returned for his just desserts, Sir James vowed that he would be the one to slay it. Afraid for her husband’s life, as well as the dragon’s, she begged him to leave it be. His grudge, however, would haunt him forever as he attempted to slay the beast, eventually doing so with all three of them seriously injured. Lady Claire saved Sir James once more, and, after losing their faith, the pair moved back to their country to be with their family. Fate, however, would not be on their side.
A war was rapidly approaching, and as much as they tried to stop it from coming, Sir James and Lady Christine were faced with no other choice. Pregnant with his child, he sent them back to her own time, where they could be safe in the protection of the King.
“She never goes back to him?” Thirteen-year-old Bree inquires of her mother with her elbows on her knees and her hands resting beneath her chin.
Claire pauses, swallowing an invisible lump in her throat. “No, she doesn’t.”
“Why not? If she truly loves him, wouldn’t she want to be with him forever?”
“Of course she would.” She smiled softly, wrapping her arms around Bree’s shoulders. Leaning her head on top of her daughter’s, she asked, “Do you remember the battle, the one that they were all preparing for at the end of the story?”
Bree nodded, urging her to continue.
“Well, before they parted, Sir James promised m–Christine–” She cleared her throat. “He told Lady Christine that he would die on the battlefield, defending his country. And she took his word for it.”
“So, she didn’t even try to find him? Not even for the chance that they could be together again?”
Tears formed in Claire’s eyes, but Bree couldn’t see them. Instead of replying, she finished the story.
Lady Christine returned to her time and resumed her position as Queen. She was reunited with her King, and he promised that they would raise Sir James’ child together, as their own.
A few months later, a princess was born, and they named her Ellen, after Sir James’ mother. And together, the three of them lived a happy life, the child unaware of her true parentage.
Every once in awhile, however, the Queen would see her daughter’s red hair catch the light, and she would see her husband. Her red Knight.
The first foray back into canon AU for ages and it’s not mega long but long enough to put some under the cut. Ziam in New York.
Days pass by in a blur.
Liam’s lost count of how many people he’s hugged, how being on a private plane once upon a time was an exciting novelty but at the risk of being a complete pop star about it, it’s like getting on the 63 back home in Wolverhampton these days.
He’s so excited, even with all that’s along with it and that he doesn’t like to dwell on, Paddy sometimes tries to draw him out on it, sees the signs and sometimes he’ll try to draw it out with humour, other times with an arm flung around Liam’s shoulder.
Liam plays along like it works sometimes, and he and Paddy both know the truth but Paddy will ruffle his hair or give him that grin that conflicts with the concern in his eyes but he leaves it be.
Liam steals time, private time, where he can even if it’s five minutes, even if it’s two, even if he can only just say, “Hi, I miss you,” and even if there’s only enough time before the wheels go up for the response to be “Never as much as I miss you, babe”
They send each other selfies when they first wake up, and just before, in Liam’s case at least and he suspects it’s the same for Zayn, half-hearted attempts to sleep.
And he counts down the days. Each morning, he gets a text from Zayn with just a number on it, has done, every day since they last saw each other.
“I take it he sent you a zero this time,” Liam looks up and takes off his sunglasses and he can feel himself blushing, except he’s not embarrassed, not really and he shrugs at Paddy’s words, can’t stop the grin and Paddy returns it and this time there isn’t concern.
Liam’s vaguely aware of Charlie and Paddy ribbing him, but he doesn’t care, he just looks down at the phone screen and there’s never been a better sight.
Liam shuts the door behind him, it’s late, and his head’s spinning with praise and plans for his future.
He doesn’t care, he takes one more step, then another till he rounds a corner and there, right there, that’s what’s better than any zero.
Zayn’s holding onto the remote control, kind of. He’s got a pair of jogging bottoms on, and a hoodie, his hair’s still got the traces of green he promised he wouldn’t get rid of till he saw Liam again and the beard is growing again, his eyes are shut so just like all the times before, Liam’s distracted by the way each time he sees him, it’s like he’s grown a hundred more eyelashes, and his lips are slightly parted as he gently snores.
He almost doesn’t want to wake him, except that’s a total lie.
He strides across to the bed, and gently taps at Zayn’s feet and then folds his arms as Zayn murmurs and then shifts and then blinks his eyes open and looks up.
“Told you, you wouldn’t be able to stay awake,” Liam smiles as he says it and sits down on the bed, next to where Zayn shifts and spreads his arms out as he yawns then sleepily smiles and places his hands on Liam’s arm gently tugging him closer.
“No one likes a know it all you knob.”
Liam grins, responds with his middle finger before he allows himself to relax and he falls into Zayn’s side, it’s not ideal because he can’t fully see Zayn’s face and the reason it’s not ideal? Well, he’s spent too long imagining not taking his eyes off Zayn
He can make out the rise and fall of Zayn’s chest instead though and the way he keeps attempting to stifle his yawns, his eyes crinkling before Zayn makes a tutting sound.
“Didn’t your mum tell you it’s rude to stare?” As Zayn says it though, his eyes crinkle again, except this time it’s with a smile and Liam wants to see him fully now so he shifts once more, turns on his side, and rests his cheek on his palm and his elbow on the pillow and he does stare now.
Quietly he replies, “I think she’d get it, why I need to that is,” it hits him then, the weight of how long they’ve been apart, all he’s had to face and his shoulders sag and his gaze drops away from Zayn, till he’s staring at nothing but then fingertips gently scratch at his chin.
“Eh Li, what did we say?”
Liam could respond with what they’ve talked about, tried to talk about more like, he could talk about the times that conversations ended up with one of them hanging up, they could talk about planning what they’d do beyond all this, if there ever is a beyond all this because sometimes it’s hard to remember that there will be.
It’s late though, and he’s done with that, this time is too fleeting to be wasted on what’s around them, rather than what they have that can never be shifted so he lifts his eyes till they meet Zayn’s and he chews at his bottom lip and Zayn nods.
“Oh yeah, we talked about that too, take off the chains first and you’ve got a deal.”
To the people calling you out for not posting that much lately: don't listen to them and don't let this affect your happiness Mak!! ;o; This is awful and toxic and every sane person knows that you also have a life beside your blog, in which you don't have time to draw - this is totally normal! Other things might get in the way, art blocks hit you like everyone else or just a busy schedule, this is perfectly alright and normal. I think it's uncalled for that people give you shit for that
I also think that you post pretty regularly, when I take myself in comparision, you really put out one piece after another out there and that’s amazing! You do so fine with your work, people shouldn’t get their pants in a twist when you happen to not upload something in 2 weeks because school and test and exams are happening and you have friends and family that probably also want attention and you just doing other things.
It annoys me that people don’t give you the respect you deserve for all your hard work, let me tell you that you’re a bright sunshine on my dashboard whenever I see your art and I’m so proud of you how far you came already! Don’t let this drag you down, block these people who says mean things that puts you into a terrible place feeling-wise, it usually don’t get better from here on out, that’s my experience at least. :( Love you and your hard work! ♥
Also please take care of yourself and don’t rush head first into a bunch of work, do it all in your own pace and never forget to have fun. ♥ It’s something you do in your free time after all and when it all feels like a chore, you will be discouraged and what’s left then anymore? :c”
((i dont know how you look like recently?? but i saw a few of your posts of your face a while back so i based it off of that?))
a huuuuge chunk of replies for @eisschirmchen in the keep reading, but basically:
I will definitely come back with arts, but not too regularly, of course.
And guys. Follow Eis. She’s the purest being. Love her art and her posts. I hope you guys take care!!!
I was just reading a v good gladion x reader fic somewhere on the internet, however one of the chapters turned into nsfw (as adults i guess) and even though it wasn't badly written i'm asexual and kind of need to forget about it. XD pls send fluff!!. Can you make a hc about their relationship, if it wasn't focussed specifically on the physical aspect of love, but more mentally bonding / gentle hugging etc? If you don't mind at least. (:
I totally hear you. I’m not asexual I think but I also don’t really see the appeal of nsfw (which is why I wouldn’t write any unless people ask for it and even then it needs to be tasteful XD). I didn’t know that you meant so I based some of these off stuff I see from my parents.
Being in a relationship with Gladion means dealing with those Family Issues.
Your relationship with Lillie is fine of course bc she’s super nice.
Your friendship with her actually ends up drawing both siblings closer together and it’s really sweet watching Gladion come out of his shell and finally opening up to her again not feeling like the older brother that has to hide all his pain from Lillie.
His pain though is yours too so you’d have to be really strong for him.
On the plus side, he’s strong for you too, because he knows the burden of responsibility.
If you feel like your role as Alola’s champion and saviour is too much to carry Gladion knows, he always knows somehow, and will drag you out of the League and give you a night off where you both just let off steam.
Letting off steam activities include: walks in Malie Garden, Battle Royale, or just plain laying about eating junk food lazily grooming your Pokémon together.
Gladion is actually very considerate and very easily picks up on your moods so he knows exactly when you both need space.
He’s not comfortable about pda in general but he’s v comfy with gift giving!
Like, you’d probably arrive at the League only to find like pots of flowers around your Champion seat (Gladiolus Flowers of course what a dork).
ALLLLL the Gracidea flowersssss.
You don’t really like shopping but Gladion likes to watch you try on new clothes and try new food just as much as he likes to watch you go to new places and discover new Pokémon. He likes the way you light up.
If he catches any Pokémon that remind him of you he totally gives you those Poké.
All the non-edgy Pokémon go to you tbh.
You have like five Luvdisc and one shiny Luvdisc. I get it Gladion you love me v much. So much, all the Luvdisc freaking flock to you. XD
You get mail from Aether via his Golbat all the time. Odd short messages like what you want for dinner or if the Elite Four are still stubborn about having teams of only one type of Poké.
Goes with you everywhere to complete your Pokédex probably.
If you’re into fitness, he would run and train your Pokémon with you early in the morning claiming he won’t be beat by your Pokémon but really he just likes spending time with you.
Is actually very good at braiding and hair styling, he’s also good at make-up. Probably does your eye-liner in the mornings.
All his clothes are just a little loose on you so they’re perfect for when you’re lazing about or short trips to the League.
In your spare time, you both go to the beach to see if you can toss any Pyukumuku back into the ocean for fun and always always end up tossing each other into the water.
Calling him Flower Boy.
Him calling you The Joker (because of that blank smile face).
Being his girl/boyfriend makes you an honorary Team Skull member so no one dares mess with you.
Team Skull actually likes you better than him. He doesn’t really care for them but it’s cute seeing the Grunts crowd around you and glare at anyone who dares look at you wrong.
Plumeria is like “Wife/Husband that girl/ boy now.”
When you defeat the Elite Four with just bug types you become like Guzma’s fave. Gladion gets a little irritated that you’re spending all this time with Team Skull. XD
He flips out when they give you the Team Skull uniform, like no pls put on something else anything else here have my hoodie.
Possessively shoves his hoodie over your head. :”>
God Bless Him he loves you so.
And so does his doggo.
SO supportive of all your ideas on how to improve the League and Trial facilities. Gives great feedback on rules you can implement.
Donates all of Lusamine’s frozen Pokémon so you can hand them out to new trainers who are just starting their Island Challenge.
You encourage him to take the Island Challenge too and properly challenge the League.
He’s like an unofficial Trial Captain kind of. When he’s free he hangs out at Victory Road, no one gets to you without beating him first.
The trainers actually have to go up Victory Road when he’s at Aether because if everyone had to beat him then not a lot of people would be able to Challenge you lets be honest. XD
You and he visit Lusamine once a month, at first it was just you since Gladion pleaded business with the Aether Foundation.
Eventually though, he decides to come with you and you are honestly so proud of him for it.
All four of you cry the first time Lusamine and him talk and she calls out to him softly and thanks you, it’s all very heartwarming and Lusamine is so grateful to you for taking such good care of her kids she’s defo approved of you wife/husband that girl/boy son or I will make u do it myself.
At home, you both cook mostly because while Gladion knows the basics you have more experience with harder dishes watching your mom but cutting things and actually computing cooking time? Yeah, Gladion can handle the mechanics.
All chores are handled together unless one of you is busy.
You have about 30 minutes each of allotted time before bed to unload everything that’s troubled both of you that day.
Overall, you keep each other sane and Gladion is very dependable but you also pick up in the places he can’t cover.
Hey Coralus, I know you might hear this 100 times but, I would like to know your P.O.V: How long did it take you to come this far, to be a senpai on artwork, and being able to make a living with your art? you are amazing and I personally admire you so much. You are the fews that someday I hope I can be as big as you are and, day by day I have the challenge of trying to do my best (eventho my family don't believe in me and I don't study something related to art) just wanna know your opinion! 😊
Awgh dear, I think you can surpass those challenges you had from family.
For my own way was kind of risky―hard and risky to be honest. Its gonna be a VERY long explanation, I’ll leave it under the cut–
I haven’t reached yet to what I dream now but I’m certainly liking how it goes now like I recently working as mecha designer from some small game industry, and got spotted by a MARVEL vice president.
From all these years, I only concentrate a lot in drawing, nothing else. Yet this makes my school academics goes failure… I’m sorry but I also have to say, that you will never learn something from school, but from reality of experiences you’ve gained. Even till now, I still concentrate more in working to draw at home than my college animation course―the exchange can be the slow of my graduation. And its really risky. Yet its the only way that could make myself improve quickly and able to do something a lot to earn. (I won’t tell that you shouldn’t do like what I did. You could, but its very risky, you might not end well if you didn’t worked it out good alone. If you’re able to balance both art and studies/job, then you’re gonna be good than me)
Since because of it, I gave my whole time a lot for it, learning & developing styles and skills I wanted. Attempting to take different styles I was inspired to and applies to my drawings. Taking the hardest skills I see and tries to do it on my part as well.
Then I start to attempt to make fan comics and sell them out by self publishing (till now), and even make animations myself alone. Words of wisdom: It doesn’t have to be perfect, the important is you’ve done something. You’ll get better along the way sooner.
Strong, large, supporting and active audiences does help a lot as well because it can bring you anywhere easily, so you have to know how to work that out as well and it’s isn’t easy. You have to make tons of effort and lots of analyze for what kind of work and styles that attracts audiences. (But don’t be something just because people likes it, find some ways that could work on people at the same time its the thing you loved & enjoyed as well. Be who you are)
About for working/make living with art: Start with something small first, commission is also a good idea, then self publishing comics/webcomics.
Fill up a lot of styles and skills you can do in your portfolio, make your profile open for art job, so it will let everyone know you’re up to work for something. There’s no problem to dream really big to work for IDW, Marvel, Disney or DC, but don’t let it stop you there to just put a final decision for only one route to it. Make yourself open to other routes (like as an option), like you could work for small comic group, game studio, or probably you might get lucky to find a small job about making robots design(Or it can be something you really enjoyed making)! That can be a nice added experience for you along the way to your big dream. :)
Those big art companies aren’t easy to get into, I tell you. Effort, hard work, socializing & relationship with professional artists/editors/higher ups was needed. Like you have to gather and earn all your expenses for yourself and pack your bags to visit large conventions where those people were on then make yourself surround and impress them. It wasn’t an easy job.
There are sometimes you could encounter chances, such as big art companies opening a portfolio review event, job hiring, or meet and greet of artists. Analyzing yourself in a positive mood, If your work looks skillfully enough to serve for that company, then go for it with full confidence. If you aren’t that much yet, don’t make yourself stop there yet. It doesn’t mean you aren’t good enough means you are not deserving yet to show your works for it. No. Go for it too, give all the best you had too, who knows they might like the kind of work you had.
Never make yourself underestimate your works to show them what you’ve got. Remember opportunity knocks once. And you have to take the risk of chances you see.
Also a thing I would want to added: Upon taking risks like these, do not expect something. Never expect that it will always positive. If failure came, accept it, move on, and go back to your own drawings and improve it more better and better, then take another round of opportunities you see.
Also for the last but not the least, I guess you know how the real animators and comic artists’ life feels like, right? Everyday schedule piled up so much of projects, every clock tics needs to have a new stroke was formed in their drawing. Sometimes the worst feeling of not being able to do something to relax yourself a bit because of work―If you accept that kind work in exchange of something good in the end, then you’re good towards your dream. (This is usually applied as an animator/comic artist under a company. But if it is your own art/comic business, it will be a lot lesser of pressure because you yourself handles everything, and yet, that is not also easy to form up.)
I hope I answered your questions! I’m very touched to hear that you’re inspired of me. I do sure hope you’ll get in there someday, and will probably will :) Don’t give up and keep finding ways.
Art is such a huge field, you can be anything for it.
It happened again. I wrote some more stuff about my dumb OTP. Huge thanks to those who read, liked, and commented on/reblogged my first ficlet. The courage to write this one came from that. So…can’t stop this train. Title from Amber Run’s song Just My Soul Responding. Basically un-Beta’d, minus the perfect shutyourstupiddumptruckface giving it a read through before I posted.
Title: I Wanna Be Here When Morning Comes
Summary: “Oliver, we knew this day would come sooner or later. We couldn’t just drive forever, as nice as that would have been.”
AKA Oliver and Felicity return to Starling at Thea’s request. And…what do they do now?
Twenty four hours ago, Felicity thought vigilante related adrenaline rushes were a distant memory. She almost laughed at the thought now, sitting in the tech office at (formerly known as?…she’s still working that one out) Palmer Tech.
As Thea, Laurel, Lyla, and Diggle file out of the room, Felicity runs her hand across her forehead, reacquainting herself with the feeling that accompanies a successful mission. It’s something like relief, exhaustion, and exhilaration all rolled into one. Felicity’s surprised to say she missed it after five months of calm (minus the incident in Omaha, Nebraska, a secret she and Oliver will carry to their graves). Nothing really compares to knowing you helped save lives and put a bad guy in jail.
The sound of a chair creaking pulls Felicity from her thoughts. Oliver sits across the room, leaning forward in his chair, hands clasped between his knees, staring at the floor like it held all the answers in the universe. The black hoodie and ski mask he’d used to conceal his identity lay on the table next to him, their presence a glaring reminder of the choice Oliver made that night. A leap back into the world of vigilante justice.
Hello! This summer I am going to spend a lot of time travelling/without internet, so I'm trying to be organised for once in my pathetic life and sorting stuff out early. So, do you have any multi-chapter fics you can recommend? Without too much smut, if you don't mind, a bit is fine, but too much I don't really like. You are amazing and I love you :) xxx
this is just going to be a personal list so i hope you don’t mind! a few of my longer favs
Barnes leads a busy life as a single working father in New York. But
when his childhood best friend Steve Rogers falls back into his life,
James will have to re-learn what love, friendship and and family are
really all about.
Bucky, despite standing in the back of the store staring at an
entire wall of DVDs, still couldn’t quite fathom how he made it into a
porn shop. Then again, there were a number of things that he couldn’t
quite always imagine himself doing, and yet he happened upon such
situations regardless. However, the porn shop was a new and—still
undecided whether or not it was wanted—impressive feat.Disclaimer:
I do not own any characters, settings, plot lines, concepts, or
terminology as created, used, and owned by Marvel Entertainment, LLC ®.
This is a work of fanfiction (Disclaimer borrowed from
ohcaptainmycaptain1918 in light of the recent thievery by
ebooks-tree.com, in which this work and others posted by myself and
countless other authors of this and other sites have been taken without
knowledge or consent for profited distribution).
rarely been touched in a way that didn’t equate to some kind of hurt.
The cold metal of a stethoscope against his frail chest or the sting of a
needle drawing yet another blood sample, when he was a sickly child.
The bone-shattering punches thrown by the neighborhood bullies on the
playground, or by his own father at home, drunk and wild. His mother,
weak and clutching at him as she grew more incoherent with the drugs as
the cancer ate away at her insides. Touch was something he shied away
from,something he told himself he just didn’t want.
Except…he did. He just didn’t know how.
Until he finds a flyer for a local “affection and intimacy services” program.
In which Steve learns how to become comfortable with touch, and there is one very good dog, and a slow-burn romance.
Rogers gave up on joining the army and worked for Stark Industries
writing policy letters by hand. It’s a dull job, right up until the
office across the fire escape is given to an attractive stranger with
one arm and no personal boundaries. Was going to be PWP but then there was like… a little plot? Steve and Bucky if Steve & Bucky never met as kids, I guess.
Bucky Barnes is disabled veteran who’s trying to learn how to
live his life now without his left arm. His best friend Natasha pushes
him to build up the strength and confidence he’d lost along with his
limb at the Rally Health and Wellness Center with the help of top notch
trainer/physical therapist Sam Wilson.
Bucky knew it’d be hard work. What he didn’t realize was just how
difficult it’d be to concentrate on his own rehabilitation at the
innocuous, easygoing gym. But after he first lays eyes on new trainer
and walking wet dream Steve Rogers, it’s all he can do not to fall face
first on the treadmill.
Working out had never gotten Bucky so worked up before. Go hard or go home? Yeah, he’s definitely going home hard.
Adjusting to civilian life is hard for any military veteran —
especially for one ex-sniper with a cybernetic arm, a classic Harley,
and friends who keep trying to ‘help.’ When Sam Wilson at the VA sends
Sergeant Barnes to rent a room from the hottest guy in the DC area,
Bucky thinks maybe civilian life is worth it after all. And then he
finds out Captain Rogers is everything Bucky’s not: a real hero, a Medal
of Honor recipient, and an all-around nice guy. Bucky doesn’t have a
chance in hell with him.
Sam was a huge help to Steve Rogers when
he left the military. In the spirit of ‘pay it forward,’ Steve decides
to rent out his basement room to a vet in need. But when Sergeant Barnes
shows up on his doorstep, he knows he’s in for a world of trouble.
Barnes is exactly what Steve never knew he wanted, from his bedroom eyes
to his wicked innuendos. And he’s Steve’s tenant.
A love story in
twelve chapters, including two Harley-Davidsons, a guardian angel,
multiple snipers, the only woman who can scare them into behaving
themselves, spontaneous kittens, and one attacking sheep.
Bucky loves his job at the animal shelter, but he’s not so good with
people. His boss Nick wants him fired, he’s barely scraping by on his
salary, and don’t even ask about his family. Steve wants to adopt a dog
for company. Will either of them find what they’re looking for?