finally got around to doing this again

shestheauthor  asked:

I've been here for a while, and I just wanted to say that I really do love your art and your multiple sorts of styles. You've really inspired me in a way to just become better with art and I thank you for that. I guess it's about time I joined the soul train, and although mine is broken in some places and fragile, I know you'll take care of it. Please have a wonderful day and I hope everything goes well in the future.

Thank you so much for sending this in! Hearing i inspired someone to pick up the pencil again makes my day. 
I want to keep this blog as a place where you can get to and feel a positive atmosphere of creativity about it, in a way hearing i am doing things right makes me incredibly happy! 

I have seen you around always liking my posts! I’m so glad we finally got to exchange a few words, i really appreciate your support on this blog, it means a lot!

And about your soul don’t worry, Satire really looks after her soul jar so it will be as safe as ever i can assure you.

I hope you had a great day today too! Good luck in this upcoming week.


‘Malfoy’s up to something’

‘Ah, shit, not again’ Ron looked from his friend to his girlfriend, a desperate sigh escaping from his lips as he got up from the library table. Harry looked unfazed, his eyes still fixed on the blond who was sitting alone at a distant corner. 'We need to do something…’

'I know, I’ll just go grab my cloak…’

'No, Harry.’ Harry stopped, finally turning around to look at his friends. Hermione had a strange expression on her face, a mixture of pity and amusement. Ron, however, looked just like that time during second year when they had to face Aragog. What caught Harry’s attention, though, was the way Hermione had spoken, almost like she expected him to hex Malfoy right then and there. 'This needs to stop, really. We know it’s been hard for you…’

Harry winced, he hated when she treated him like a child. And, for fuck’s sake, he was sure Malfoy was up to something because he was sitting alone, scribbling something Harry was sure wasn’t related to the potions book he had opened in front of him. And he had that look on his face, like, like… he was up to something.

'Wait- what are you talking about?’

'Your obsession’ Ron whispered again, refusing to look Harry in the eye.

'I’m not obsessed!’ A bunch of students glowered at him and Madam Pince sent the three of them a warning look from where she stood. Harry felt his cheeks heat up immediately and he had to do his best not to turn around and see if that had caught Malfoy’s attention.

Hermione was still staring at him like he was a lost puppy.

'Why would you think he’s up to something?’ she sounded like a psychiatrist.

'Just look at him! He’s alone, for fuck’s sake, he’s never alone. And, and he’s obviously not studying. I bet he’s scheming something from the way he’s staring at that paper’ Harry turned his head slowly to catch a glimpse of Malfoy and had to turn around quickly since the blond seemed to have noticed them and decided to stare back.

Harry felt his cheeks heat up again for some reason. He saw from the corner os his eyes the Slytherin walking through the door, throwing something at the closest trash bin on his way out. That was it, that was Harry’s chance.

'Harry- wait, where’re you going?’ Hermione looked worried now, but she and Ron didn’t hesitate to follow him. Harry walked straight to the bin and grabbed the tiny ball of parchment before gesturing the other two to follow him.

They walked out of the library and turned an empty corner where Harry started to open the ball, flattening the paper as best as he could.

Wait-what… holy shit.

'What is it- Harry… Are you blushing?’

Ron snatched the paper from Harry’s hands before Harry could react. He stared down at the parchment to see a thousand different drawings moving, amazing doodles that covered the whole page. Drawings of Harry.

'Well, I knew I was right’ Hermione’s voice startled them both. The girl sighed and gave Harry a little smile before grabbing the paper from Ron’s hands to take a closer look. Harry felt his cheeks heat up even more and a sudden urge to snatch the piece back took hold of him. His hand stopped mid air when Hermione spoke. 'He’s really good, isn’t he?’ She was still smiling.

'What? This- this is Malfoy we’re talking about! And- fuck, Harry, I don’t even know what to say…’

Ron looked from the piece of parchement in Hermione’s hand to Harry’s face, which was still beet red.

'Isn’t it obvious?’ Hermione sent Ron one of those looks, the ones they were both so used to. She looked at Harry expectantly but Harry just stood there, speechless. So Malfoy was drawing him, not scheming an evil plan, nor sulking, nor writing all the names he’d put on his black list. He was doodling nice, actually beautiful, drawings. Of Harry. Which meant the boy had probably spent a hell lot of time looking at him, at his hair, his neck, his shoulders. His eyes, his smile. Because he was smiling in one of them, actually laughing.

'It means he has a crush on Harry’ Hermione rolled her eyes like she hadn’t just said the most absurd thing.

Ron coughed and burst out laughing before realising that the girl wasn’t joking. He froze in place, turned his head slowly towards her, his mouth gaping.

'Can you hear yourself?’ he was whispering again, probably without realising it. 'Malfoy is a boy. Harry’s enemy. He hates Harry’ he spoke punctuating every word, his blue eyes blown wide.

'Oh, Ronald, are you blind? Are you going to tell me Harry’s obsession is hate?’

'I don’t have an obsession!’ Harry tried to yell but his voice faltered. None of them seemed to notice.

'I- I don’t know what it is! I wouldn’t say 'hate’ but… Oh, come on, Hermione, are you saying you actually think-’

'Just think about it for a second! I’m sure if Harry knew how to draw he’d probably be doing the same thing’

'I can draw- wait… what- I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON MALFOY!  

'Holy. Shit’ Ron was staring at something above Harry’s head, his eyes blown wide like he’d just understood some complex potions theory. 'That… explains a lot’.

'NO IT DOESN’T! Harry snatched the paper from Hermione’s hand and stuffed it deeply in his pocket. That was absurd, that was… ridiculous! So maybe Malfoy wasn’t up to something, okay, he was wrong, but that- that didn’t mean…

'Harry’ Hermione sighed, pulling him into a hug. He tried to stay angry at her, thought about pushing her away but he couldn’t. He knew she wouldn’t say anything to make him feel bad, even though he still couldn’t believe both his friends would say something like that. Fuck, Malfoy? How could he have a crush on Malfoy? He hated him, the slytherin was a prick, an arrogant bastard…

He- he didn’t actually hate him. But he didn’t have a crush on him either!

Hermione pulled away. 'So you don’t have a crush on him. Okay, well, now that we know he’s not up to anything we can just drop it, right? I need to finish my transfiguration essay and you both need to finish your potions essays so we better go back in there’ She sent Ron a hard look before turning on her heels and marching to the library. Ron tried to follow her but Harry grabbed his arm, holding him in place.

'What the fuck?’ Harry whispered so Hermione wouldn’t hear him.


'Do you actually think I have a crush on- on Malfoy?’

Ron blushed and looked away. 'Mate, let’s just leave it, okay? We better get going-’

Harry strengthened his grip, bringing back Ron’s attention.

'I don’t have a crush on him. I don’t’

Ron nodded and gave him an unconvincing smile 'Whatever you say, Harry. As long as you stop talking about him’.

Except Harry didn’t. Harry couldn’t.

The next day Ron sat across from Harry at breakfast just to find his friend constantly searching the table at the opposite wall from them. Harry wouldn’t say a thing, wouldn’t pay proper attention to their conversation. Until he found what he was looking for and Ron had to watch as Harry’s cheeks were painted in pink, darker by the second.

The next day Hermione observed as Harry did the same thing, smiling widely - even though Ron had no idea why she’d do that - when Harry asked which classes Gryffindor had with Slytherin since now they were eighth years and their schedule had changed quite a lot.

And then they had herbology on thursday morning and Ron almost punched Harry when Professor Sprout took points from them because Harry 'couldn’t keep his eyes on his own table’.

Inside their dorms Harry would always have the map open in front of him, while studying, while talking to his roomates, even while changing, for Merlin’s sake. His finger would follow that small dot Ron never had to check to know who it was.

The worst part was that Malfoy was basically doing the same bloody thing.

Instead of his typical sneer the slytherin would blush and turn his gaze away everytime he caught Harry looking at him, which had been a lot. The rare times Harry wasn’t looking, and Ron unfortunately was, Malfoy would scribble on some random piece of parchment while casting glances at Harry. Some of them he would fold and hide in the middle of his notes. The other ones he would throw away just so Harry could fish them out of the trash bin. Harry thought Ron didn’t know he was doing that and, being his loyal friend, the ginger preferred to spare the other from the humiliation so he didn’t tell him he knew.

When monday rolled around Ron snapped.

'I can’t, that’s it, that’s enough’ Ron’s grip on his feather was so strong it broke in half, startling Hermione who was focused on her own potion. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong when her eyes turned to Harry and consequently to Harry’s table where she could see small pieces of parchment with tiny doodles glued to the margins of Harry’s notes. She let out a giggle and Ron grunted, throwing his things inside his bag.

'Where are you going?’ Hermione stopped immediately when Ron pushed his chair to get up. He stopped before doing so and bent forward so he was face to face with the girl.

'Look at them, just look. They’re not even trying to hide anymore, they just keep staring at each other like- like, you know what I mean. And Harry just sighed, shit, if i see anymore of this I’m gonna puke’

Harry, apparently, wasn’t even listening, his eyes fixed on Malfoy who kept darting glances at him while scribbling fast. Harry knew he was drawing him and that alone was sending shivers down his spine. The boy decided not to think about that, not to think about anything actually because he knew that was fucked up, he should be creeped out after all. But he wasn’t, he was… happy? And maybe Malfoy would throw that one away and Harry would be able to keep it…

'He’s not even listening! Who are you and what did you do to our friend?!’ Harry turned his head away from those grey eyes to face a red face full of freckles in front of him. Ron seemed pissed, though Harry didn’t quite know why since his friend’s potion seemed to have turned out okay from what Harry could see.

'What happened?’ He looked at Hermione, who was trying really hard to hold her giggles when her face drained of color and her mouth dropped open. The next second long fingers were digging in Harry’s shoulder, turning him around forcefully. And there was Malfoy, right there staring at him with cold eyes. His mouth was a line, barely visible, until he opened it to speak and Harry saw how red his lips were contrasting with his pale skin.

‘Potter’ He yanked one of the pieces of parchment from Harry’s- shit shit shit, they were everywhere, the doodles, the ones that were supposed to be where Malfoy had put them, not on Harry’s things. Harry darted his eyes up, his mouth opening and closing while he tried desperately to think of something to use as an excuse but nothing came to his mind. ‘We need to talk. I’ll wait for you outside’. They were dismissed the next minute and neither Ron nor Hermione said a thing when Harry got up and left alone.

Fuck, fucking shit. He was an idiot, what would Malfoy think now? That he was stalking him, which he obviously wasn’t. It was just, the drawings… they were, er, nice. Right, he could say that-

‘How many?’ Harry stopped shortly where he was when he heard that voice from behind him. He turned around to meet Malfoy leaning against a wall, next to the huge hallway windows. His hair was like silk, each strand curling at the ends, completely different from the gelled neat style Harry was used to seeing. His expression was hard, almost hurt, and something weighed uncomfortably at the bottom of Harry’s stomach.

‘Five’ Harry heard his voice though it didn’t sound like his own at all. ‘I’m sorry-‘

‘I couldn’t sleep’ Harry closed his mouth, Draco turned his eyes away. ‘After the war ended, I couldn’t sleep. I would stay awake for hours just… thinking. And the faces of-‘ The boy gulped making Harry shiver. He knew, he knew exactly what Malfoy was talking about because he saw the same faces every night. All of them now populated his dreams with his parents, Sirius, Dumbledore.

Draco closed his eyes before continuing. ‘So I needed to get them out. I like drawing, you see’ He opened them and Harry felt his whole body warm with the instensity of the other’s gaze. ‘But yours- your face wouldn’t leave me alone’

‘So you started drawing me’ Harry took a step closer.

‘Yes. And it helped at first. But I came back- we came back’ He looked at the ceiling, closed his eyes again, inhaled. Harry took another step closer.

'You’re really good at it. They’re so… realistic’ Another step. If Harry reached out he could touch Malfoy’s hair.

Malfoy looked at him, grey piercing through green. 'You were everywhere’ His voice came out a whisper but his eyes were screaming. 'The papers, those pictures. You- you looked exhausted

Harry let a sad smile form on his lips. He remembered the thousands of interviews, flashes of cameras, people screaming his name. He remembered the trials and he remembered Draco Malfoy’s face. Exhausted.

Draco was a victim of the war just like him.

'I couldn’t sleep’ Harry said, taking another step towards Draco, the last one.

'I wanted to reach you, but everyone kept saying I was-’


Draco’s eyes were wide, shining. Harry let his fingers play with his, intertwine, brush against each other. 'I guess I’ve been all along’ The blond whispered, lacing his fingers with Harry’s.

As classes ended, the corridors became more crowded by the minute. Noise, whispers, gasps of shock reached Harry’s ears but all he could think about was why he’d waited so long to feel Malfoy’s lips moving against his own, how nice the Slytherin’s hands felt placed on his waist. And knowing that he didn’t care about anyone’s opinion was almost as good as knowing Draco didn’t either.


BTS| You have a nipple piercing

It feels so strange to write again…..we are so sorry, but there was so much going on and yesss…..forgive us please….

Requests are open



our small picnic got interrupted by a downpour and before you could do anything, the both of you were completely soaked with rain. When you finally reached a shelter, Jin observed you with a strange expression. Before you could do anything, he took his wet jacket and put it around your body.

“Did you wear a white shirt on purpose? Do you wanted to make me angry? And why are there PIERCINGS on your….body???”

Originally posted by jungkookiescookies


Wouldn’t waste more than two seconds with thinking about it.


Originally posted by meandmyopinionss


You told him before he could find it out. But you shouldn’t have  since he seems to be very interested in your shirt whenever he talks to you.

“Namjoon? I’m talking to you!”

“What? Oh….sorry babe. I was….distracted…”

Originally posted by minsnuggles


When he felt them as he hugged you, the world around you would be forgotten. After millisceonds of confusion, you could feel how the mood in the room changed.

“I think we need to talk about something jagi..”

Originally posted by hohbi


He saw the outline of your “body decoration” and drifted away in his own world with two questions filling his head.

“Since when? And why haven’t I noticed?”

Originally posted by bangtanbighit


He would be so curious when he saw your piercings for the first time. He would ask you everything about it like ‘Did it hurt?’ or ‘Why there?’.


Originally posted by aestaetically


When he saw your piercings piercing through your wet shirt for the first time, he would pretend like nothing happened and contine with what he did before while thinking about life.

*It’s okay Jungkook. You’re a manly man. You can handle this.*

Originally posted by busanplayboy


Request from Anon: If you’re not too swamped with requests, would you mind doing a Draco X slytherin reader where everyone believes she’s very sweet, soft spoken, and shy, when in reality, she can do a 180 and become to fiercest girl ever (but no ones seen that yet). And finally Draco insults her blood status and she turns around and totally drags him, and he learns to respect her. Thank you, and I really like your blog! Keep it up!

Thank you! sorry this was requested some time ago, i’ve only just got to your spot on the list! thank you so much for requesting :)

Originally posted by tkd-lyfe

Keep reading


skam meme: [1/8] episodes ✮ 11:11

“I’ve been walking around paranoid all the time because I thought there might be something between you and Ingrid. I thought that if you and I could something like that to Ingrid, you could do the same thing to me. You know? Maybe I thought I deserved it. And then I just became insecure and desperate. Your opinion meant more than my own. And that’s now how it should be.

Sick Bug

Sister Winchester - Sick Bug

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader

Y/N = Your Name

Word Count: 1305

Request from winchesters-favorite-girl: Someone write me a big brother Dean or Sam taking care of a sick reader fic…please?

A/N: I saw this request and thought it would be nice and fluffy to do, hope you enjoy xx

Originally posted by bilosan

“Y/N…Dean, Breakfast” Sam called from the kitchen. You opened your heavy eyes and sat up quickly. However, a little too quickly as you received both a head rush and cramp creeping up your calf. You flopped back on your bed and twisted around in pain especially from the cramp whilst your eyes squeezed shut. You rubbed your head with one hand and massaged your calf with the other.

Finally, when both subsided you slowly got up again, with your head still throbbing at the temples. You pulled your bed blanket over your shoulders and wrapped it around your shivering body as sweat rolled down your forehead. You shuffled from your room and lightly crashed into the walls whilst you stumbled towards the kitchen. “Out the way squirt!” Dean yelled from behind you. You only had time to look back at him and see the large childish smile brimming on his face before he bowled you over in the narrow hallway. Dean kept running to the kitchen whereas you fell to the ground quite easily in your fragile state. You rolled your eyes at your eldest brother before gingerly getting back and heading towards the kitchen.

You came to the kitchen where the usual mouth-watering smell of eggs and bacon was present. However now these smells made you feel dizzy and your stomach seemed to be doing somersaults. “There you are” Sam looked up and smiled when you entered, “You better hurry or Dean will eat your breakfast”. Sam looked fresh faced and in a light grey T-shirt whilst Dean was hunched over his plate with his mouth full whilst wearing a black short sleeved top. You shuffled over to your brothers, still cocooned in your blanket and slowly lifted yourself onto the bar stool, “Dean can have it…I don’t feel too good” you mumbled. Dean’s eyes lit up whilst he pulled you breakfast over to him and happily began to wolf down your bacon.
Sam clicked into big brother mode and walked around to you with a slight worried expression painted on his face, “Yeah I’ll agree with you there bug, you don’t look to peachy” he sighed. He hated seeing you anything other than your normal happy self. He placed his hands lightly around the top of your throat and under your chin, your head lolled in Sam’s hands. The lights were too bright and Dean was eating too loudly and it all made you feel uncomfortable and dizzy. Maybe you should have just stayed in bed.

Keep reading

I finally got around to making a playlist for my art school au, and drew this little thing to go with it. It’s been awhile, Kylux kisses… we meet again.

Listen for some some gomi boy art school vibes etc~

anonymous asked:

I love your writing so much omg could you do RFA reaction to an mc that is super messy? Like never cleans up after them self and just always leaves stuff strewn about when they leave a room? thank you so much!!!

It’s no problem!! I’m actually the polar opposite of this and I can’t stand just leaving everything lying around so this was fUN thank you for requesting this!!
Also unrelated note but I finally got my new laptop and it’s a Macbook and I’m actually cry ing it’s so nice and I can finally write headcanons properly again and I’m so happy-


  • He’s one of those people who doesn’t particularly tidy up after himself but things end up staying pretty tidy?
  • So seeing a mess just naturally grow is weird
  • He’s cool with helping out with keeping stuff tidy
  • But oh my gosh you can’t just leave everything out though okay
  • He has a reputation to keep up and what about the fans that show up they caN’T SEE HIS HOUSE LIKE THIS


  • The only thing messier than his house is his life so
  • You both live in this state of constant mess
  • He doesn’t even have to do anything in particular, it just gets untidy super easily?
  • Like he’ll have those I’m gonna get my life together!!! moments that we all get from time to time that never really last longer than 2 minutes
  • But outside of those experiences you can both just adjust to the mess and?? it’ll be fine probably


  • Don’t dO this to him
  • He actually would consider just hiring a maid to just follow you around all day, everyday
  • He’s more than serious trust me
  • He won’t pressure you into tidying everything up but he’ll prompt you a little when he can?
  • Because let’s be honest a huge amount of mess in the penthouse would probably make him a bit uncomfortable
  • honestly he loves you but plEASE clean up a little-


  • She’s fine with you not cleaning up straight away tbh
  • But maybe you could tidy it up a little later on or something?
  • You don’t have to constantly be tidying everything up though
  • Let’s face it, she’s had a busy schedule so she’s probably left stuff out and forgotten about putting it away for a while
  • Just don’t leave it all for days, and she’ll be cool with it?


  • hO if you thought you were messy, you can’t compete with his house
  • He’ll genuinely turn it into a competition if he gets the chance
  • You once woke up to find a “new carpet” made up of HBC wrappers throughout the house because what else was he going to do with them?
  • On the bright side, you can both work on getting yourselves out of the habit together or just continue living in the messy harmony, either would work with this boy

“From order, springs harmony.”

Goodness, I’m finally finished with Symmetra!
[first image is a 100% res view of her beautiful face]

I was undecided on the background for a while, since earlier in the process my friend said it was too busy, but tbh I didn’t have any other ideas so I messed around a bit, and this is what I’ve got OTL

I really wanted to try to include Vishkar colours though! It just happened to be an odd combination, cyan and purple, whoops. Hopefully it looks okay!
Also the pose is totally just ripped from her ‘Balance’ victory pose, in case that wasn’t obvious.

Tbh I just wanna draw more of her now. She’s too damn pretty, and I’m a sucker for drawing pretty women :’)

Also tbh, I kinda want a print of this in my room now, lol


Requested by @padmekay

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader
Word count: 299
Warnings: None

”Theo!” your growl echoing through the house, making the spoken person to look up from his studies. Your voice came from another room and he wasn’t sure why you yelled at him this time, if truth be told, he never were.

”Theodore Raeken!” you roared again, more furious this time. Theo immediately tossed his books away and ran towards the other room. Leaning against the door frame to the room you were in once he turned around the corner.

Keep reading

Hey guuuuys so I finally got around to recording this song after pretty much months of procrastinating because I was nervous to post it. Sometime last year I started to extend Marceline’s song from Astral Plane because I loved it so much and was sad that it was so short. I felt like the tune and the message had so much potential. Just… the sadness that comes with eternal life. Having to watch your friends die over and over again and watching everyone make the same mistakes time after time and feeling like no matter how much you try, you just can’t do anything about it. Having to try constantly to make an impression on the world only to be forgotten. So you give up. You let everyone go and detach yourself from them so you don’t have to get hurt or feel helpless anymore. And I know I’m not an immortal vampire like her, but a number of the lyrics were very personal to me as well, so writing this was pretty therapeutic. I really really hope I did the original song justice, and that you at least can feel the emotion behind the lyrics if the song isn’t doing it for you. Thank you so much for listening :)

Lyrics Below:

Keep reading

Made with SoundCloud
Stiles Stilinski

(Guess who’s back, back again. Lexa’s back, tell a friend. Finally got around to writing for my boy Stiles Stilinski and I am so happy with how this turned out. Please let me know what you think! It’s not New Year’s where I am yet, but I know it’s already the start of 2017 in other places so Happy New Year’s puddins! Enjoy!)

Happy New Year’s

Was there anything you enjoyed more than sleeping? Probably not, and everyone knew your number one rule. If Y/N is asleep, do not wake her unless it’s an emergency!

Stiles always seemed to forget that rule.

It’s the slamming of the front door and the loud footsteps running up your stairs that wakes you.

You groan because you know who it is.

Stiles comes crashing into your room “Y/N, come on get up!” he says bouncing up and down on your bed and shaking you by the shoulders.

“Stiles, it’s 9:00am. What are you doing here?”

“Babe, it’s 2:00 in the afternoon! Get up, we’re not spending New Year’s Eve in bed.”

“Why not?” you sigh.

“Because, I have something planned for us tonight. So get up!”

Keep reading



he’s going to spain? they gonna spend a week apart again? is that why cole got all romantic and finally posted photo of his girl? ?

The Joker x Reader x Harvey Dent - “Ministry of Villainy and Chaos”

Before they are unleashed upon the world, all villains must pass the final review from the Ministry of Villainy and Chaos. Meetings are held twice a week and there’s no skipping. Tasks are assigned and they all must be completed, otherwise one will never be an awesome “bad guy.”

You are taking care of the two most promising rising stars: The Joker and Harvey Dent. You sure hope they will both pass because they are your personal favorites and man, they will do a lot of good out there! Cross that out: they will do a lot of evil out there. You walk around your office, carefully studying them and finally take a sit on your glass desk.

“Ok, guys, did you come up with a cool nickname for yourselves? J, what have you got?”

“The Jester of Gotham!” he grins, winking at you.

“NO!” you cut him off, playing with your hair. “And stop flirting. Try again.”

“Mister Disaster.”

“That’s even worse than the first one.” He scoffs. “Try harder.”

“The Clown Prince of Crime?”

“You’re not that funny” (J frowns) but I really like this one. You could also use King of Gotham, just a suggestion; it’s not taken yet,” you adjust your eyeglasses, writing down “pass” for the Joker on this week’s assignment.

“I like it, sweetheart,” he licks his lips, winking again.

“Stop flirting I said or I’ll drop you and you’ll have to start all over again!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he playfully agrees, putting his legs up on the marble coffee table in front of him.

“Harvey, did you come up with something?”


“That’s your name, senator, you need something else,” you roll your eyes, aggravated. “You’re lucky I like you, you have until next session to find your nickname. I’m on vacation next week so you have time. Next task is to come up with a defining physical look. See you guys when I come back.”


They are already in the office when you arrive. They both get up to meet you and you gasp in awe, shocked with admiration: Harvey Dent is missing half a face and you stop in front of him, touching the scars as the Joker snarls, unhappy.

“Wow, Harvey, this is awesome! I love it! A+, definitely A+, no doubt about it! Wow,” you mutter again, mesmerized. “Did you do it yourself?”

“Hell, no, I wish I would have come up with the idea; it was done to me,” he admits because he can’t lie.

“I’m so proud of you, I absolutely love it,” you finally detach yourself from his face and go to The Joker, your eyes getting big when you finally notice the details in his change. “Oh, my God, this is…this is unbelievable!” you caress his soft, now very pale face, and he purrs, excited. “A+ also, incredible! Goes well with your tattoos and green hair, genius strike! It makes your blue eyes stand out.”

“Did you hear that Dent? I’m a genius,” J boasts towards his adversary who gives him a dirty look.

“Did you do it yourself?” you inquire, tracing his jaw line with your finger, smitten without realizing it.

“Nope, it was done to me also; Ace Chemicals, I was pushed in a vat against my will.”

“Awww,” you tilt your head, pouting. “But it all worked out, right? Both pass, amazing work!”

“I’m glad you like it, honey,” J snarls, pecking your wrist since your hand is still on his face.

“Stop flirting,” you admonish him, letting go and grabbing your papers, writing down comments on the amazing transformation they pulled off. “Harvey, did you find a nick name?” you lift your eyes for a second.

“Two Face,” he cracks his shoulders, proud of the finding.

“Sooo damn appropriate! Pass, senator!” you giggle, excited your two favorites are doing so great. “Next time I see you guys you gotta kidnap someone important for me.”


You enter the first sound proof room with The Joker and Dent.

“Ahhhh,” you squeal like a school girl when you see who Harvey got. “The newly promoted Commissar Gordon! Oh, Senator, you knew he’s my favorite?!”

“Of course, Miss Y/N, I wanted to pass this damn task,” he smiles, flipping his coin.

“Hello, Gordon,” you go in front of his chair where he is tight up with a gag in his mouth. “Oh, don’t worry, nobody’s going to hurt you under my watch. You’re my personal good guy favorite, so incorruptible. We need people like you to make it fun for us,” you kick his chair, amused and delighted in the same time. “I heard the wife is pregnant, what are you having, boy or girl?” He mumbles something, struggling to escape. “Stop it, Mr. G, we’ll let you go shortly. I’ll send flowers when the happy event occurs; I hope the boys won’t put any explosives in there,” you crinkle your nose, praying for the best for his sake.

You step up in the hallway to go to J’s room. “Oh, you so pass on this one, Harvey! God, I love Gordon,” you sigh, opening the door and find yourself in front of something strange.

“Who is this, J ??!!”

You point towards the dude strapped on the chair with the weird outfit on.

“This, my lovely…”

“Stop flirting,“ you interrupt and he rolls his eyes, continuing: “…is the new guy they are talking about all over the news, Gotham’s vigilante, The Batman.”

“Really?” you go and sit in Batsy’s lap, staring at his mask. “Oh, honey, please stop wearing spandex if you want us to take you seriously, OK?” you tilt your head, taking a deep breath. “I think you have potential, just find a new outfit, something…amazing. I would love to see you wearing something cool, it sure feels like you work out,” you squeeze his biceps, quite impressed. He mutters with his gag on and you kiss his cheek, getting up. “Don’t worry, we’ll let you go here shortly. Great job, J, also pass. Hey, no!” you slap the Joker’s hand when he tries to take off Batsy’s mask. “You know the rule, we don’t do that here. You can do it after you’re out there on your own and you catch him again, OK?”

“Ok, baby, “ he roars your way and you shake your head.

“Stop flirting I said, do you really want me to drop you?!”

“No, sir…ma’am, “ he chuckles, opening the door for you.

You walk in front of them towards your office again.

“Next week’s task is to find your own distinctive style you guys. Good luck!”

“OK, Harvey, what are you going for?” you sniffle as you watch him getting up from his seat, wearing a very nice suit.

“I am going for the classic, elegant style,” he proudly states, turning around so you can observe better.

“Nice, senator, nice! We need someone with elegance and charm out there,” you agree, marking “pass” in his papers and he sits down, lifting his eyebrows towards his opponent, full of himself.

The Joker grinds his silver teeth, unimpressed.

“J, what are you going for?”

“Gangster style,” he widely smirks, getting up now and slowly turning around so you can notice everything.

“We didn’t have any good gangsters lately. Are you going to button your shirt?”

“Highly doubt it, people need to see my awesome physique, I don’t work out like crazy for nothing.”

“Hmmm, I like the gold chains, are they heavy?”

“Not too bad, wanna feel them for yourself, Doll?” and without waiting for an answer he grabs you hand and places it on his chains, then slowly moves it down on his abs, giving you that devilish Casanova look you kind of like on him.

“E-hem,” you fakely cough, enjoying feeling his soft skin.“ Stop flirting!” and you take your hand away, not before you unconsciously trace his JOKER tattoo for a few more seconds.

“Yes, ma’am,” he winks, happy to see the disapproving glare Dent gives him.

“E-hem,” you cough again, taking notes. “For next time you have to blow up something important. Both pass, by the way.”


“Senator, what did you blow up?”

“Gotham’s police station!”

“Jesus, was Gordon inside?!” you jump from your desk, scared.

“No, no, of course not, I made sure he wasn’t.”
“Oh, thank God,” you exhale in relief. “I really like that dude, too bad he’s on the wrong side. Pass, senator,” you scribble on his chart.

“ J?”

“I blew up The Wayne Mansion.”

“Huh?! Why? How is that important?” you ask, debating if he should pass on this one or not.

“Bruce Wayne is a narcissistic, rich prick and for some reason he gets on my nerves. Wealthy bastards need to know we are after their fortune, Gotham doesn’t belong to them. No one is safe,” he concludes his presentation, surprised you didn’t get it.

“Well, that makes sense, I guess, “ you narrow your eyes, thinking. “Pass. Next week you have to show me some smooth moves on your seduction skills. You will sometimes need them to ensure your success.”

You can’t help but notice the smug look on both their faces.


“Harvey, you first.”

He gets up, comes over and kisses your hand, not breaking eye contact with you.

“Enchante, Miss Y/N,” and he kisses your hand again.

“Wow, Mister Dent, you are so charming and I am crazy about French! Pass!” you declare, not wanting to let go. “So smooth, just lovely, magnificent job!” you keep on praising him to The Joker’s dismay.

“J, what have you got?”

He mumbles something not very nice towards the senator, comes in front of you and starts purring.

“You want Daddy to give you something you’ll never forget?” he pulls down on your bottom lip with his thumb. “Daddy knows how to make you happy, you naughty girl,” he brings his face closer to yours and you gulp.

“Ummm, what e-exactly are you going for?” you stammer for a second, trying to control yourself. Jeez, he got intense.

“Seductive gangsta style, you like it, Kitten?” he bites his lips, staring at yours.
“Yes, pass!” you yank you head away and go sit at your desk, trying to gain composure before they both notice how flustered you are.

“Oh, goody,” he snickers, confident on his skills now. He stretches in front of Harvey on purpose. “I’m soooo good.”

Harvey gives him the finger and J groans towards him, annoyed.

“OK, gentlemen, next time I see you I will just have to sign your certificates and you will be ready to get out there and start mayhem.”


You and The Joker got there first and now he’s holding you in his arms, his hands all over you..

“Last night was great, Princess, am I going to see you again tonight?”

“Maybe…” you giggle, kissing him.

“Daddy would love to…”  

You notice Harvey coming in and you take a step back, slapping J as hard as you can: “Stop flirting or I’ll drop you!”

“What the…?” he moves his jaw sideways, surprised.

“Serves you right!” Harvey starts laughing and The Joker realizes why you did it.

“Yeah, I’m a flirt, can’t help it,” he grunts, rubbing his cheek.

You try to make it short because you feel uncomfortable you almost got busted.

“Here are your signed certificates, congratulations to both, now go out there and make us proud!”

“Thank you, Miss Y/N, “ Dent comes and kisses you hand again, ready to turn Gotham upside down and then he exits your office, not before he “accidentally” bumps into The Joker:

“Excuse me, sir,” he huffs.

“You’re excused,” J mumbles, irritated.

“Here’s your certificate,” you hand it over to him to distract him from his murderous intent towards Harvey and he immediately looks excited.

“Listen, Doll, I need a Queen, it’s an emergency, I wanna start shit tonight. Can’t show my face out there alone with just my men. It would be inappropriate for The King Of Gotham and I don’t have time to search around.  Are you interested?” he gropes you, yanking you in his arms again.

“What do you have to offer?” you whisper, getting lost in his blue eyes.

“What I offered last night,” he kisses you roughly , “and everything else you want, sky’s the limit.”

“Well, if it’s an emergency…” you pretend to debate, “ I guess I have to help.”


Date Ruined

You and Shawn were sitting across from each other while eating dinner. This was nice. When Shawn’s away you don’t get to spend much time with him, but when he’s home, the both of you try your hardest to clear your schedule to make sure you guys can do stuff together and try making up for lost time.

“And that was the story of Andrew falling out of his bunk!” Shawn ended his story and the both of you were a laughing mess. You didn’t care about the people giving you weird looks all you cared about right now was that you were here with Shawn, finally again.

“This story should be published somehwere it’s gold!” you said still laughing. “I know right, maybe I sh-” Shawn got interrupted by a girl stopping next to him.

You both looked at her. She was around 16 years old you think and she looked kind of nervous. “Can I help you?” Shawn asked nicely.

“Uhm I’m so sorry to interrupt but I’m here with my parents and we’re about to leave and I…I”

“You want a picture?” Shawn asked. 

“Yes if you don’t mind ofcourse.” the girl quickly said glancing your way. You smiled you were kind of used to this and you loved how Shawn was with his fans so you didn’t mind one bit. Shawn looked your way and you just smiled.

“Okay let’s go then.” Shawn said and stood up standing next to the girl, giving the camera a big smile.

‘Thank you so much and I’m sorry for bothering you guys!” 

“That’s okay, have a goodnight!” Shawn said and he sat down again when the girl walked away.

“You didn’t mind did you?” Shawn asked trying to sense any hints of annoyance in your eyes. “No ofcourse not! I think it was cute.” you said and Shawn flashed you a big smile.

Hours passed and you guys left the restaurant. The restaurant wasn’t that far away from the hotel you were staying at so you guys just walked. It was kind of dark so that’s why you guys didn’t really worry about people recognizing Shawn that much.

That wasn’t until you arrived at the hotel. 

There were like 50 fans standing infront of the gates waiting for Shawn. When they saw Shawn they kept quiet and someone spoke up.

“Hey Shawn, hey Y/N.” she said. You both said hello back and the girl continued.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking but could we maybe get a picture with you Shawn, real quick?” Shawn glanced your way looking for any hints that you weren’t okay with this but you just nodded. “It’s okay.” you said.

Shawn wasn’t really sure, you could see that in the way he acted but you smiled and just took a little step back.

“Okay let’s do this real quick girls, just one selfie because I don’t want to let my date down.” he said and smiled your way. You smiled back. This is what you loved so much about him, he cares so much about his fans and it’s so cute to see the connection he has with them. The smiles on the girls’ faces were absolute gold. It was so cute to see how happy Shawn made them with just one pic.

Shawn was about halfway through when you felt the air getting a little bit colder. “Shawn I’ll be sitting in the lobby.” you said. You walked away before Shawn could answer because you were that cold.

After about 15 minutes Shawn came inside and sat next to you.

“I’m sorry.” he said taking your hand.

“For what?” you asked confused.

“Ruining our date.”

“You didn’t ruin our date babe. I loved to see you making your fans so happy. They had such big smiles on their faces and I just love the connection you have with them. I had an awesome night babe.”

“But why did you go inside then? I thought you were kind of done with me back there.” he admitted.

“Shawn it was getting a bit chilly so I just thought I could wait here and warm myself up while you finish. It had nothing to do with you babe.” 

Shawn looked relieved. “I’m surprised you aren’t done with me yet.” he said.

“Well I’m surprised you aren’t done with me yet.” you both laughed.

“Ugh I love you so much. You’re a dream.” Shawn whispered against your lips and he passionately kissed you.

A wonderful way to end the night.


Imagine: You have to choose between Damon and Enzo. You and Damon have been partners in crime for a very long time and he loves you.
Sybil is trying to torture you into letting Damon go by showing you flashbacks of all the bad things Damon has done.

“Y/n,look at me"Damon held your hand tightly.
Your eyes darted around the room trying to desperately find something else to concentrate on.

Finally your eyes met his and his body drew closer to yours.
Tears started to fill your eyes. You could hear Enzo pleading in the background and the closer Damon got the further away Enzo sounded.

"Y/n, do you trust me?"Damon whispered as he cupped his hand around your face.

"No"you shook your head.

Damon sighed.
"Okay let’s try that again, do you love me?"he asked.

"What?"you breathed out.

"Are you in love with me, the way I’m in love with you?"he repeated.

"Yeah"you slowly nodded.
He smiled and let out another sigh full of relief, Damon kissed your forehead.

"I choose Damon, nothing you can say will change that, you can show me a million flashbacks but it will be always be Damon"you spun around to face Enzo Sybil.