finally i'm getting better at this

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just a couple of guys being dudes


BONUS:

he regrets talking to gladio about it

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NOCTIS WEEK | Day 7: Free choice / Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday, Noctis!

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You’re a good student. You’ll make it - I promise you, you’ll make it. You get better grades than I did. It’s going to be fine. It’s going to be fine.

Well it’s not a secret at this point that yes, fine, I read fan fiction >_> And some of it compels me to arting. Though this one was somewhat coerced. XD Not on MY part, I was the one doing the coercing because @claroquequiza ‘s fic Afterdrop is just. It’s really good. I demanded they tell me to art something. This is a scene from a not yet written portion of it so details may change once it’s actually done (no I didn’t ask for spoilers). And as it is with most things, I am reasonably satisfied, but I can’t shake the feeling that hrng, I could have done better. One of these days I’ll draw something that I just like and won’t pick at before I’m done with it. I’ll pick at it a few days later.

More Overwatch things

Today marks what is absolutely the strangest significant event of my life.

A show that I haven’t watched in three years is ending.

Characters I know more from fandom than TV won’t be getting anymore screentime.

For all intents and purposes, nothing is really changing.

(Except that I won’t be frustrated anymore, hearing about shaky plotlines.)

…But today still feels significant.

Teen Wolf is ending, guys.

  • Tabata: NOCTUNA? Oh yes it's gonna be so CANON! So, listen, we're gonna make them meet for a very short time when they're basically infants, making flower crowns and do things kids do. Then, we won't give them either a proper goodbye and we won't allow them to meet again for 12 years. So they won't actually interact for 22 years, when they finally will look each other in the eyes in the afterlife! Of course in the meantime they can text each other, but not via those super technological phones everyone - especially royalty - has: they're gonna have dogs as messangers, so they won't ear each other's voice for years and it's also gonna pass some time before the news arrive. Only the girl will actually do something useful for the boy, just like a common man-device, while the boy will regret his whole life not even trying to call her when he obviously could (but we will let people think that's because the empire forbids it). They both will be stucked with memories about when they were kids and we're gonna make them marry in the afterlife as if in 22 years their emotional/physical/mental needs never changed at all!
  • Also Tabata: LUNYX? Noooo they're NOT CANON at all! They're grown up and mature people! They meet only for 2 days. So we're gonna give them a beautiful first talk with fireworks in the background, flirty conversations, they're gonna save each other's back multiple times in just one night, they're gonna have protection instincts towards each other, smart and quick remarks, intimate conversation in the dark, yearning looks, deep respect for each other's position, gifts, promises, chemistry, they're gonna encourage each other, support each other, you know, like a doomed love? Yeah but not really that canon, because they're not canon of course ahahahahah
  • Fandom: ... Ok, that sounds fake but ok.
I will never let you fall

a/n: This is my gift to my best friend @eroticgropefest​​. Hope you appreciate my first (and maybe only) attempt at a snowbaz fic just for you, bruh! o// I figured since I’m helping turn you into as much of an h/c hoe as myself, you’d enjoy reading some of that as well (also I’m all out of ideas SORRY I TRIED). Enjoy your 26th aging up <3 :P


Baz

Snow is infuriating. I’m certain I’m not the only one who sees it: the way he shrugs at most questions, considering it to be enough of an answer; how he gets flustered and fumbles around looking for his words; how he has absolutely no control over his own immense powers; the way he follows the Mage around, like some kind of stray dog on a very short leash, awaiting his commands.

The most powerful magician alive.

I look at him across the room, once again failing at a spell. Bunce looks at him, exasperated, saying something I don’t care to hear. I glare some more at Snow’s ineptitude, feeling a fire deep inside me, something that tells me to shake some sense into him. How stupidly vulnerable he is! The dangers he puts himself in by his complete lack of control. How easy he’ll be to break under my hands when we inevitably have to face each other.

I can imagine myself marching over to him, pushing him up against a wall. I’d hold on to his neck and look right into those eyes, Snow’s unremarkable eyes, so ordinary and plain looking. I’d stare right at him (and I might choke him a little.) (Not too much, just a little. Just enough). He’d growl at me and it would smell of smoke and get unbearably warm. He’d be so close and alive and warm, I might have a taste. Bite a chunk right out of his neck in front of everyone. (or I might just snog the fuck out of him. Either one).

I don’t do any of that. Instead, I shake my head and then glare at him across the room, while Bunce continues to tell the absolute idiot what to do. Soon he seems to feel my stare and looks up at me. At first he seems confused, but his slow brain finally catches up. and he glares right back, closing his fist more strongly around his wand.

Simon Snow never stops driving me fucking crazy.




There are definitely some things people don’t tell you about sharing a room with the chosen one.

One of them is how once he’s put something on his mind, he’ll never drop it. Crowley, Snow might have won an award for most stubborn person ever if it existed (I’m convinced they should create one just for him at this point). He’s incredibly persistent about his moronic ideas, like his obsession with keeping the windows open. No matter how many times I close them, he’ll open them back up. I suspect he’s doing it out of principle at this point, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it.

There’s an infinite number of frustrating things about living with Snow (besides the irony of living with someone you’re supposed to kill, but instead stupidly caught feelings for) (I may be biased on that one though). From the pointless arguments to the loud nightmares he seems to have convinced himself I don’t know about (a good match to my own relentless night terrors). Or even the way he’s completely oblivious to every single redeeming quality I (debatably) possess. Or even the most cruel ones, like the way looks after he falls asleep, all soft angles and relaxed jaw. Or the unyielding sexual frustration of having him so close to the touch and so hopelessly unreachable.

Yet, no matter how bad those things are, they still feel like they’re almost worth the amount of private wanking I have to do in an attempt to get him off my mind (it never works) (why would it?) It still feels more than I deserve, to have him this close to me. It’s almost comforting (almost, when it isn’t absolutely infuriating).

The truly bad thing about sharing a room with the Chosen One that no one tells you about isn’t even the arguing and all the times he loses his patience and grabs me, manhandling me while I cooly remind him of the anathema. It isn’t even the fact that, while he does that, I just want to push him against the wall and kiss him hard.

The worst thing of all is when he just isn’t there. (and you don’t know where he is or what happened or if he’s safe.) (Why would you when he hates you?)

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You know what I hate more than my art style?

I tell you.

Nothing.
I hate nothing more than my art style.

But my mom came to me yesterday and told me the story of the archer who was so focused on the target that he could never hit it.
Until that one day he learned to enjoy his practice and finally understood that the more you like doing what you do, the better you improve.

Did he hit his target in the end?

Yes.

And I hope to be like him and finally accept my mistakes just to get better without even realising.

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trans cr. jinbutton (twt)

  • Doomfist: I'm home.
  • Sombra: Finally. I hacked your exit route years ago.
  • Doomfist: No. I didn't use that.
  • Sombra: wha-why?!
  • Doomfist: Humanity grows stronger with conflict. I wished to leave under my own power.
  • Sombra: So you fought all the guards to get out?
  • Doomfist: I even fought the other inmates...it was too disappointing. I couldn't leave like this. The wall put up a better fight.
  • Sombra: So...
  • Doomfist: I punched the wall until I got out. Much more satisfying.